Well, obviously he doesn't actually NEED to do anything, and we are but his lowly servants and followers who can do naught but listen to the Word of God and pray desperately for updates, but I'm not used to having to wait yet and it doesn't sit well with me. *FirstWorldProblem*
So, today marks the start of the test week. Or actually, the Test Week. It is, if everything goes well, our last test week in this school. There's a wake-up call if ever there was one. I don't like the idea of having to leave and make new friends, but even more importantly I don't like the idea of losing contact with the friends I have now. >:'[. Like, at all.
But back to the Test Week, today we had the Physics test (Oh mechanics, why are you so determined to continue to elude me? D:) and the Biology practical. Biology was a piece of cake, but like I just implied, Physics and I are not lining up for a Moirallegiance. >,>.
On tomorrow's schedule there's French (formal letter writing, and my teacher is a huge hag) and my Dutch oral (yeah, yeah). I read all the books, but I've no clue what kind of questions she's going to ask so I can only hope I'm prepared. Le sigh.
((I always fucking misspell tomorrow. For some reason I always write tommorow and have to go back and change it. >,>..))
Uh huh. Well, I've already got some semi-content shit scheduled for Sunday, so I don't have to worry about the A-post, but I've yet to write any of the other ones. They will come to me when they are ready to.
~Levyathan
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
That was an awesome party :'D.
It seemed like everybody genuinely enjoyed themselves, too. :').
I loved it, I have the awesomest friends ever. Also I'm a rich girl now, and Fang gave me the coolest (gettit? x'D) birthday-card-that-was-actually-a-letter I've ever gotten ;).
We should totes do this again sometimes. Like, after the finals are done with, in May. *Parrrtyyy* Assuming we all make it, that is. :/.
But we definitely will! 'Cause we're all awesome!!
..In case anyone is wondering whether there was an actual point to this post, there sort of is.
See, I'm gonna be participating in the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, and for lack of inspiration on topics, I've decided to pick random words in Dutch starting with the letters A-Z and center my posts somehow around those words. That way, you all can learn some random Dutch words! Isn't it exciting?!
Not really, probably, nor is it - just as probably - going to make for very inspirational blogging, but It'll have to do. Possibly until I figure out something more interesting. ;D.
I'm being very tired right now and 8LUH, so I'm getting out of here.
~Levyathan
I loved it, I have the awesomest friends ever. Also I'm a rich girl now, and Fang gave me the coolest (gettit? x'D) birthday-card-that-was-actually-a-letter I've ever gotten ;).
We should totes do this again sometimes. Like, after the finals are done with, in May. *Parrrtyyy* Assuming we all make it, that is. :/.
But we definitely will! 'Cause we're all awesome!!
..In case anyone is wondering whether there was an actual point to this post, there sort of is.
See, I'm gonna be participating in the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, and for lack of inspiration on topics, I've decided to pick random words in Dutch starting with the letters A-Z and center my posts somehow around those words. That way, you all can learn some random Dutch words! Isn't it exciting?!
Not really, probably, nor is it - just as probably - going to make for very inspirational blogging, but It'll have to do. Possibly until I figure out something more interesting. ;D.
I'm being very tired right now and 8LUH, so I'm getting out of here.
~Levyathan
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod whatdoIdoooo
I'm up to date on Homestuck.
Now, on the one hand, that's TOTALLY AWESOME NEWS. On the other hand, I've torn through years' worth of homestuck in a couple of weeks. I'm going to be experiencing some severe withdrawal symptoms. It'll be horrible.
It does mean that I will be able to scour the net for awesome fanworks without having to fear exposure to the Late Arrival Spoilers. :"DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
Yeah. I'm just kind of shaken right now because all this time it's seemed so endless and now all of a sudden there's no proceed button. Oh the humanity.
Ah.
On a totally different note, I'm probably going to be participating in the school talent show this year (as I did last year), but I'm having trouble deciding which song I want to sing for it.... Random suggestions are welcome, I guess? :'D.
Huh. Not much of interest anymore. I was going to say something else entirely but the catching up with Homestuck has hotwired my brain.
Hasta la bye bye!~
~Levyathan
Now, on the one hand, that's TOTALLY AWESOME NEWS. On the other hand, I've torn through years' worth of homestuck in a couple of weeks. I'm going to be experiencing some severe withdrawal symptoms. It'll be horrible.
It does mean that I will be able to scour the net for awesome fanworks without having to fear exposure to the Late Arrival Spoilers. :"DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
Yeah. I'm just kind of shaken right now because all this time it's seemed so endless and now all of a sudden there's no proceed button. Oh the humanity.
Ah.
On a totally different note, I'm probably going to be participating in the school talent show this year (as I did last year), but I'm having trouble deciding which song I want to sing for it.... Random suggestions are welcome, I guess? :'D.
Huh. Not much of interest anymore. I was going to say something else entirely but the catching up with Homestuck has hotwired my brain.
Hasta la bye bye!~
~Levyathan
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Obstacle averted
So, as some of you might remember me mentioning... wait, I'm not actually sure if I mentioned it. Oh well, anyway, I had to do my Individual Oral Exam today. For the IB. It sucked. (The clipped tone the author uses here signifes a sort of annoyance or irritation, further emphasized by the use of very short sentences). Yeah. That shit.
It was worse, because there was no way to prepare for it. You go to pick up your literary fragment not knowing which one it is, get twenty minutes to prepare - analyze and annotate the fragment, as well as deciding on a structure for an eight-minute talk on the details of the fragment - and then you go sit your exam and have to actually present the information you gathered like a bitching ninja spy in an orderly, well-structured form, in which you have to mention the most striking and important things about the fragment with regards to tone, mood, stylistic devices, rhythm and rhyme (when analyzing a poem, as I was), yadda yadda yadda. Now, anyone who's read more than two of my posts should know that if it's anything my rambling lacks most of all, it's structure.
But, luckily, after my quite structurally-shaky and sort of in-depth eight minutes of talking about the poem, there were five minutes of discussion, and I find that with the right nudges I can be quite perceptive about the underlying meaning of these things. I'm not perfectly sure as to the exact grade I'll be getting for it, but I can confidently say I'd be surprised if it were insufficient. :'D.
So, with that out of the way, it becomes time to figure out exactly how I'm going to deal with having all of these idiots in my house saturday night. ;'D. I also still need to figure out where in the blazes I'm going to get enough cake. I might just cheap out and make a cheesecake. After all, I think they're super tasty and it's my party, right?
Talk to you guys again maybe tomorrow.
(Also, I love the conversations in the comments, they brought/bring a huge smile to my face <3.)
~Levyathan
It was worse, because there was no way to prepare for it. You go to pick up your literary fragment not knowing which one it is, get twenty minutes to prepare - analyze and annotate the fragment, as well as deciding on a structure for an eight-minute talk on the details of the fragment - and then you go sit your exam and have to actually present the information you gathered like a bitching ninja spy in an orderly, well-structured form, in which you have to mention the most striking and important things about the fragment with regards to tone, mood, stylistic devices, rhythm and rhyme (when analyzing a poem, as I was), yadda yadda yadda. Now, anyone who's read more than two of my posts should know that if it's anything my rambling lacks most of all, it's structure.
But, luckily, after my quite structurally-shaky and sort of in-depth eight minutes of talking about the poem, there were five minutes of discussion, and I find that with the right nudges I can be quite perceptive about the underlying meaning of these things. I'm not perfectly sure as to the exact grade I'll be getting for it, but I can confidently say I'd be surprised if it were insufficient. :'D.
So, with that out of the way, it becomes time to figure out exactly how I'm going to deal with having all of these idiots in my house saturday night. ;'D. I also still need to figure out where in the blazes I'm going to get enough cake. I might just cheap out and make a cheesecake. After all, I think they're super tasty and it's my party, right?
Talk to you guys again maybe tomorrow.
(Also, I love the conversations in the comments, they brought/bring a huge smile to my face <3.)
~Levyathan
Shooting for the rare and highly dangerous blogging x2 combo
Ehehehe, I haven't been updating two days in a row since my first few posts, if I recall correctly. Hope you guys don't scare yourself to death from my sudden enthusiasm ;'). Anyway, I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm kind of a strange person.
Okay, yeah, huge shocker for the people who know me already, but really. I'm lead to believe I'm completely atypical, and not always in a good way..
Most obviously, there's the fact that I'm not really all that mature. I mean, loads of people aren't very mature at my age, but I like to make detailed references to Disney Classics, random kids' movies, Pokémon and Winnie the Pooh in day-to-day conversation. I also tend to start talking/screaming very excitedly and animatedly when talking about miscellaneous things, which generally winds up with people looking at me weirdly. That's actually quite a fun thing to experience now and then. :'D. I can get super obsessed by books or series or anime or games or really ANYTHING, and I can't stop talking or bothering my friends about it.
Secondly, I'm quite the tomboy. I don't give a shit about skin creams, I don't clip my nails (instead I just let them grow until they break off), I have a total of 9 holes in my ears but hardly wear earrings (and when I do they mostly include miscellaneous pinned items, like safety pins and button pins), I don't wear makeup other than eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow, and the latter I don't even wear very often, I halfway dress like a dude sometimes and I like reptiles and guns and cars and stuff. Also, I don't hesitate to voice my opinion on the hotness of (mostly animated x'D) females, even though I'm not attracted to girls in that way. I also hate shaving my legs, and I go most of winter with furry legs because I wear pants anyway and nobody cares. Maybe if I had a boyfriend, I would care about that, I don't know. x'D. Probably. Most of my close friends are guys, too, because I just get along with them better.
I'm quite the recluse. I don't go out often, don't go bar-hopping EVER, in fact I've never really been inside of a bar/pub/whatever. I don't know all that many people in the town I've lived in for 16 years now, rather I know people from school, most of whom live a couple of towns over. Hence, I never really make time and opportunity to hang out with my friends.
Maybe the most inherently scary of aspects of my strangeness is my curious lack of "the ability to give a fuck", for quote's sake. It's not actually that serious, it's more like a sort of apathy; I definitely do give a fuck about most things, but it kind of scares me when people are like "you know what I mean, when you really want something, you'd do anything for it", like it's a common thing. I've never before in my life wanted anything enough to care overmuch if it turned out I couldn't get it. I don't participate in giveaways and stuff because I don't actually think I'll ever get it anyway. I let awesome opportunities pass me by because I don't think it'll happen. If I weren't so DAMNED FUCKING APATHETIC about those things all the time, maybe I'd have an awesome life. As it is, I've only been to one concert, been to one convention, and have never really 'gone out' in the way most teenagers do.
Not to mention the horrible lack of a love life. But really, let's not mention that. :'D.
The problem with these things is that while they make up who I am, and I can say I am to some degree proud of (some of) them, at the same time there's always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me to change, to subdue myself to normality so that I might have a chance at life. "I am so crazy weird, guys would have to have a crazy stupid particular taste to like me". "If I never go out, I'll never fucking meet anybody new". "Dude, that guy's got a LIFE. He's way out of my league. Do you KNOW how many girls he must know? Girls that are normal and girly and actually attractive..."
So goes the circle of my life.
^^.
I'm sorry for this surprise sadfest, I was just going to make a slightly humorous self-evaluation sort of thing, but it turns out my brain had other plans. Don't feel like going up and deleting and rewriting all of that, now. Probably again missed out on half the stuff I wanted to say, too. (Also, the blogging x2 combo has failed. It is now 00:02 where I live.
See you guys next time on a hopefully more cheerful note! :').
~Levyathan
Okay, yeah, huge shocker for the people who know me already, but really. I'm lead to believe I'm completely atypical, and not always in a good way..
Most obviously, there's the fact that I'm not really all that mature. I mean, loads of people aren't very mature at my age, but I like to make detailed references to Disney Classics, random kids' movies, Pokémon and Winnie the Pooh in day-to-day conversation. I also tend to start talking/screaming very excitedly and animatedly when talking about miscellaneous things, which generally winds up with people looking at me weirdly. That's actually quite a fun thing to experience now and then. :'D. I can get super obsessed by books or series or anime or games or really ANYTHING, and I can't stop talking or bothering my friends about it.
Secondly, I'm quite the tomboy. I don't give a shit about skin creams, I don't clip my nails (instead I just let them grow until they break off), I have a total of 9 holes in my ears but hardly wear earrings (and when I do they mostly include miscellaneous pinned items, like safety pins and button pins), I don't wear makeup other than eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow, and the latter I don't even wear very often, I halfway dress like a dude sometimes and I like reptiles and guns and cars and stuff. Also, I don't hesitate to voice my opinion on the hotness of (mostly animated x'D) females, even though I'm not attracted to girls in that way. I also hate shaving my legs, and I go most of winter with furry legs because I wear pants anyway and nobody cares. Maybe if I had a boyfriend, I would care about that, I don't know. x'D. Probably. Most of my close friends are guys, too, because I just get along with them better.
I'm quite the recluse. I don't go out often, don't go bar-hopping EVER, in fact I've never really been inside of a bar/pub/whatever. I don't know all that many people in the town I've lived in for 16 years now, rather I know people from school, most of whom live a couple of towns over. Hence, I never really make time and opportunity to hang out with my friends.
Maybe the most inherently scary of aspects of my strangeness is my curious lack of "the ability to give a fuck", for quote's sake. It's not actually that serious, it's more like a sort of apathy; I definitely do give a fuck about most things, but it kind of scares me when people are like "you know what I mean, when you really want something, you'd do anything for it", like it's a common thing. I've never before in my life wanted anything enough to care overmuch if it turned out I couldn't get it. I don't participate in giveaways and stuff because I don't actually think I'll ever get it anyway. I let awesome opportunities pass me by because I don't think it'll happen. If I weren't so DAMNED FUCKING APATHETIC about those things all the time, maybe I'd have an awesome life. As it is, I've only been to one concert, been to one convention, and have never really 'gone out' in the way most teenagers do.
Not to mention the horrible lack of a love life. But really, let's not mention that. :'D.
The problem with these things is that while they make up who I am, and I can say I am to some degree proud of (some of) them, at the same time there's always this nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me to change, to subdue myself to normality so that I might have a chance at life. "I am so crazy weird, guys would have to have a crazy stupid particular taste to like me". "If I never go out, I'll never fucking meet anybody new". "Dude, that guy's got a LIFE. He's way out of my league. Do you KNOW how many girls he must know? Girls that are normal and girly and actually attractive..."
So goes the circle of my life.
^^.
I'm sorry for this surprise sadfest, I was just going to make a slightly humorous self-evaluation sort of thing, but it turns out my brain had other plans. Don't feel like going up and deleting and rewriting all of that, now. Probably again missed out on half the stuff I wanted to say, too. (Also, the blogging x2 combo has failed. It is now 00:02 where I live.
See you guys next time on a hopefully more cheerful note! :').
~Levyathan
Monday, March 19, 2012
Okay so it's been a really long time
And I apologize for that, if anyone actually cares. I've just been a little out of it, lately. Not feeling too great, either, although I don't think there's anything physically wrong with me. Not in the fever-area anyway, although recently I fell while at work and I caught my weight in my side, doing a sort of roll-thing over a banister. It hurt like a bitch for days, but you couldn't actually see any discoloration or bruising or anything. Anyway, a co-worker was all like "Oh no have you ruptured your spleen?" And I figured it didn't hurt enough to be anything cool like a ruptured spleen, but now I have these slightly nauseating pangs of pain a bit below the point I originally landed on and I'm starting to have my doubts. Or maybe it's just something like a bladder infection or whatevs, but there's something not right in there. I suppose I'll have to go to the doctor...
On a more cheerful note, this weekend I broke my habit of hermitage to go to the next town over and visit some friends. I was originally supposed to cycle the 12 kilometers there, but my mom didn't like me cycling on my own in the dark, so my dad ended up bringing me there by car, with my bike. We had a lot of fun, it was awesome, and apparently the guys liked it too because I got invitations/demands to come along more often (Yay!! :'D). Then Fang and I, in a slightly inebriated state, cycled to his house, which was where I crashed. Then in the morning (well, it was afternoon, technically) we listened to some very very cute recordings of a very young Fang :'D. And, of course, watched [S] Cascade. Twice, for good measure. Holy fucking hell. 8DD.
Then, I had to go home and cycle the 12 kilometers, and it wasn't pretty. I hardly ever cycle anymore, and it was cold and the wind was blowing and I had a huge MoThErFuCkInG headache... I was miserable. Booohooohooo I should really excersize more. >,>.
So, I have today off from school, and it's a miracle I got up before noon, but I have to try and force myself to spend today in a useful manner. Meaning, I have to do my homework and study for upcoming test week and my English Individual Oral Exam, which is going to be hell. You get an excerpt from one of a selection of three of the literary works we've studied (in this case being The White Tiger, 1984 or Carol Ann Duffy's poetry collection The World's Wife) with 20 minutes to annotate it and structure a talk about it that has to be around 8 minutes long. Then there's a 5-minute discussion about the fragment or the book. Now, it's not the discussion I'm worried about; unlike most of my classmates, I actually READ all the books. I'm just not very confident in my ability to rightly analyze the fragment and talk about it in a structured manner for eight long minutes. My teacher tells me I'm good at it, but I honestly think she just assumes that because I'm relatively good at everything else... Anyway, I have that oral on wednesday, so I've got today and tomorrow to freshen my memory on the books and the poetry. :'D.
As a side note: who else is looking forward to The Hunger Games? (Okay so this is kind of a moot point because I have two readers but meh). It comes into cinemas on wednesday, and I'm really excited. I read the first book when it came out and loved it, but took a few years to read the second and third books.. I still think the first one was the best, and that's obviously the one they are now releasing the movie of, so I can't wait. Funnily, neither can my mother. I made her read the books and she loves them as well. :'D.
The only thing I'm a little disappointed about is the casting, but when my mom asked me how I HAD envisioned the characters (because the cast fits with her expectations), I couldn't tell her. The funny thing is that in my head, characters look different as their character develops, and characteristics are always a little foggy. I can never really pinpoint what I think they look like.
Lastly, as a sort of I'm-sorry-I-was-away-so-long-and-anyway-this-thing-is-awesome, have this gratuitous picture of the Nekobasu:
On a more cheerful note, this weekend I broke my habit of hermitage to go to the next town over and visit some friends. I was originally supposed to cycle the 12 kilometers there, but my mom didn't like me cycling on my own in the dark, so my dad ended up bringing me there by car, with my bike. We had a lot of fun, it was awesome, and apparently the guys liked it too because I got invitations/demands to come along more often (Yay!! :'D). Then Fang and I, in a slightly inebriated state, cycled to his house, which was where I crashed. Then in the morning (well, it was afternoon, technically) we listened to some very very cute recordings of a very young Fang :'D. And, of course, watched [S] Cascade. Twice, for good measure. Holy fucking hell. 8DD.
Then, I had to go home and cycle the 12 kilometers, and it wasn't pretty. I hardly ever cycle anymore, and it was cold and the wind was blowing and I had a huge MoThErFuCkInG headache... I was miserable. Booohooohooo I should really excersize more. >,>.
So, I have today off from school, and it's a miracle I got up before noon, but I have to try and force myself to spend today in a useful manner. Meaning, I have to do my homework and study for upcoming test week and my English Individual Oral Exam, which is going to be hell. You get an excerpt from one of a selection of three of the literary works we've studied (in this case being The White Tiger, 1984 or Carol Ann Duffy's poetry collection The World's Wife) with 20 minutes to annotate it and structure a talk about it that has to be around 8 minutes long. Then there's a 5-minute discussion about the fragment or the book. Now, it's not the discussion I'm worried about; unlike most of my classmates, I actually READ all the books. I'm just not very confident in my ability to rightly analyze the fragment and talk about it in a structured manner for eight long minutes. My teacher tells me I'm good at it, but I honestly think she just assumes that because I'm relatively good at everything else... Anyway, I have that oral on wednesday, so I've got today and tomorrow to freshen my memory on the books and the poetry. :'D.
As a side note: who else is looking forward to The Hunger Games? (Okay so this is kind of a moot point because I have two readers but meh). It comes into cinemas on wednesday, and I'm really excited. I read the first book when it came out and loved it, but took a few years to read the second and third books.. I still think the first one was the best, and that's obviously the one they are now releasing the movie of, so I can't wait. Funnily, neither can my mother. I made her read the books and she loves them as well. :'D.
The only thing I'm a little disappointed about is the casting, but when my mom asked me how I HAD envisioned the characters (because the cast fits with her expectations), I couldn't tell her. The funny thing is that in my head, characters look different as their character develops, and characteristics are always a little foggy. I can never really pinpoint what I think they look like.
Lastly, as a sort of I'm-sorry-I-was-away-so-long-and-anyway-this-thing-is-awesome, have this gratuitous picture of the Nekobasu:
Talk to y'all later!!
~Lev
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Actual content this time... sort of ;).
So, I've been having ((- these... weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real? Or not? -)) this idea for a very serious post and stuff, but I just haven't really had the inclination to actually write. First World Problem if ever I heard one. Also very blatant Kingdom Hearts reference ftw.
Anyway, the point is that lately I've been wondering about the fact that so many people coexist in the same flap of space while being privy to such different urges and beliefs and ideals. It should be the most normal thing in the world these days and I've always regarded it as such, but now something has shaken my worldview pretty heavily. What brought this on? Nothing much actually, but it hit me pretty hard. I found out that a good friend of mine is a Jehova's witness. THAT'S WEIRD, DUDE. Especially because I've never given her religious persuasions any thought, and I've never noticed anything. Now, I don't think any different of her for it, I'd never be that petty, but I got kind of curious. The revelation made me aware of my own ignorance on the subject.
((WARNING: The following paragraph contains my personal religious opinions, and while I don't think it's quite offensive, all beliefs differ and there might be something there you don't agree with. ))
Because of this, I've started asking her a lot of random questions, and frankly I'm just kind of shocked by some of her answers. Now, I've decided to simply not ask certain things, because I don't want to give her grief for what she has every right to believe and I don't want to come across as derogatory, but I can only handle so much perceived nonsense. There are some things which, if she believes them, I simply don't want to know. I realize that I do not have all the answers, nor do I want to, I guess, but I just can't get my head around certain things. I am a scientist at heart, and I like to believe I am more of a realist than a cynic, and therefore I find it hard to believe that someone, somewhere, holds all the ropes. Either way, those things I can deal with, but I wouldn't want to know if she believes that the earth is only a thousand years old, for instance. I don't know. CANNOT. COMPUTE. And then there are the gaps of logic in the story as I was told it that I asked into not to expose the things she believes in as fraudulent nonsense so much as just to try and figure out how it is that she explains them for herself. I mean, supposedly, when you die, there's nothing, but then at the end of the world there is this final day or moment of Reckoning and everyone is somehow sent to this sort of promised land? I, honestly, don't quite know what I believe, and I think there is quite a bit of comfort in the thought that after this life we'll end up in a sort of paradise, but all I can think of when I hear that is... "What? But then, what would happen to the person if they die before the reckoning?" No real answer to that, apparently they might just stop existing in the meantime or something. And I guess that might be the reason that I just can't bring myself to consider those things. The bible is a book that is very, very old, has been translated so many times that things are quite probable to be lost in translation, and that is not even taking into account the in my opinion questionable validity of the events described in the book. While I have no trouble believing there was once a man who may or may not have been called Jesus or Iesu or whatever variety of the name, I can only say that people have a way of dragging things way out of proportion. After all, in medieval times, innocent people were burned at the stake or thrown into the moat with a cinderblock tied to their feet because superstitious people thought they were witches even though everyone now knows that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. The problem with stuff like that is that there is no proof. Everyone can suppose and perceive all they want, but I doubt we will ever get the answer in this lifetime.
So yeah, there goes my totally sucky-ass explanation of my religious views. I am actually really curious what moves you guys, if you feel like telling me. <33. :'DD.
Now, on to more trivial matters (but not really):
HOMESTUCK. x'DDDD. I've been told I'm going way too fast and there might just be some truth in it, yet I can't seem to stop obsessing.
I am now well into the story of the Trolls (I laughed really hard when Karkat was writing all those memos nobody cares about, and ended up playing a sort of romance counselor like what x'D) and I am finding out that all of them, no matter how bitchy or awful of repugnant, are really awesome and often quite adorable in their own way. And while I know Troll romance is insanely complicated (x'D. Let's be a horrible author and recap the entire explanation, YEAH!) I am starting to find myself shipping ridiculous things already. :'D. Way to go! I feel almost like Nepeta <33.
But I have to go now and delve deep into the horribly complicated world of Physics D:.
Until next time, me lovelies.
~Levyathan
Anyway, the point is that lately I've been wondering about the fact that so many people coexist in the same flap of space while being privy to such different urges and beliefs and ideals. It should be the most normal thing in the world these days and I've always regarded it as such, but now something has shaken my worldview pretty heavily. What brought this on? Nothing much actually, but it hit me pretty hard. I found out that a good friend of mine is a Jehova's witness. THAT'S WEIRD, DUDE. Especially because I've never given her religious persuasions any thought, and I've never noticed anything. Now, I don't think any different of her for it, I'd never be that petty, but I got kind of curious. The revelation made me aware of my own ignorance on the subject.
((WARNING: The following paragraph contains my personal religious opinions, and while I don't think it's quite offensive, all beliefs differ and there might be something there you don't agree with. ))
Because of this, I've started asking her a lot of random questions, and frankly I'm just kind of shocked by some of her answers. Now, I've decided to simply not ask certain things, because I don't want to give her grief for what she has every right to believe and I don't want to come across as derogatory, but I can only handle so much perceived nonsense. There are some things which, if she believes them, I simply don't want to know. I realize that I do not have all the answers, nor do I want to, I guess, but I just can't get my head around certain things. I am a scientist at heart, and I like to believe I am more of a realist than a cynic, and therefore I find it hard to believe that someone, somewhere, holds all the ropes. Either way, those things I can deal with, but I wouldn't want to know if she believes that the earth is only a thousand years old, for instance. I don't know. CANNOT. COMPUTE. And then there are the gaps of logic in the story as I was told it that I asked into not to expose the things she believes in as fraudulent nonsense so much as just to try and figure out how it is that she explains them for herself. I mean, supposedly, when you die, there's nothing, but then at the end of the world there is this final day or moment of Reckoning and everyone is somehow sent to this sort of promised land? I, honestly, don't quite know what I believe, and I think there is quite a bit of comfort in the thought that after this life we'll end up in a sort of paradise, but all I can think of when I hear that is... "What? But then, what would happen to the person if they die before the reckoning?" No real answer to that, apparently they might just stop existing in the meantime or something. And I guess that might be the reason that I just can't bring myself to consider those things. The bible is a book that is very, very old, has been translated so many times that things are quite probable to be lost in translation, and that is not even taking into account the in my opinion questionable validity of the events described in the book. While I have no trouble believing there was once a man who may or may not have been called Jesus or Iesu or whatever variety of the name, I can only say that people have a way of dragging things way out of proportion. After all, in medieval times, innocent people were burned at the stake or thrown into the moat with a cinderblock tied to their feet because superstitious people thought they were witches even though everyone now knows that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. The problem with stuff like that is that there is no proof. Everyone can suppose and perceive all they want, but I doubt we will ever get the answer in this lifetime.
So yeah, there goes my totally sucky-ass explanation of my religious views. I am actually really curious what moves you guys, if you feel like telling me. <33. :'DD.
Now, on to more trivial matters (but not really):
HOMESTUCK. x'DDDD. I've been told I'm going way too fast and there might just be some truth in it, yet I can't seem to stop obsessing.
I am now well into the story of the Trolls (I laughed really hard when Karkat was writing all those memos nobody cares about, and ended up playing a sort of romance counselor like what x'D) and I am finding out that all of them, no matter how bitchy or awful of repugnant, are really awesome and often quite adorable in their own way. And while I know Troll romance is insanely complicated (x'D. Let's be a horrible author and recap the entire explanation, YEAH!) I am starting to find myself shipping ridiculous things already. :'D. Way to go! I feel almost like Nepeta <33.
But I have to go now and delve deep into the horribly complicated world of Physics D:.
Until next time, me lovelies.
~Levyathan
Monday, March 5, 2012
How can anyone be so relieved anyway? It doesn't even happen!
Most of the time.
So yeah, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A weight I kept forgetting to blog about, incidentally. Every time I felt like I needed to get it off my chest I'd be nowhere near a computer, and when I WAS near a computer, I'd have forgotten what it was I wanted to blog about. The thing is: my job has been kind of problematic lately. Not in any real sense, so much as I just wasn't on the schedule very often and that coupled with my general ineptitude when it comes to the work I do made me even more sucky at it. And I kept forgetting things, and having to ask other people for specifics (some of whom have been working there for a much shorter time than I have, but a lot more regularly) and subsequently getting scolded and rhetorically asked how long it was again that I've been working there (a bit more than a year, in case you were wondering). So that kind of got me down. Especially since I myself just felt like I was in the way more often than I was actually being useful, even if I know that's an exaggeration. So lately I've been thinking about that, and I'd decided that it would be better for me to quit this job (I work at a cafetaria/snack bar) and just apply for a job in one of the local supermarkets. Only problem was, I'm kind of terrified of the prospect of an awkward conversation, it's almost a kind of phobia. And I thought it would be worse if I just barged in there and asked if I could talk to my superior (who doesn't even work regular shifts so I wouldn't know if she'd even be there), so I sent her a text asking if we could talk for a bit somewhere in the near future. That went unanswered for two days, making me queasy every time someone texted me because I thought it might just be her. Then, this afternoon, she texted me with possible times we could talk, tonight being one of them, and I just figured "To hell with it". So I just went there, and I told her I was going to apply for another job and therefore it was quite possible I would be resigning in the near future, and she was all understanding and told me she'd basically expected this when I sent her the text asking to talk. So it all went really quickly and smoothly, I told her I'd work the shifts I was assigned this month and, if I don't have an answer by next week (when she'll be making the new schedule) I would work the next schedule too, no problem. :'DDDD. I was so happy, I was seriously a nervous wreck beforehand, was quivering on my legs. x'D.
And now I have to write a letter of application, which I've never done before... Oh well, my mom said she'd help. <33.
TL;DR: I pseudo-quit my job in preparation for applying for another job, and all went well.
Now I feel it is time to grab myself some MAD SNACKS YO.
(Although I probably shouldn't, I've been hating the mirror again lately. Maybe not then. Still, this post needed a BRO reference >8'D.)
Ummm... yeah. That's really all I have to say on the matter. :').
Where doing it man
Where MAKING THIS HAPEN
...ironically 8D
~Lev
So yeah, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A weight I kept forgetting to blog about, incidentally. Every time I felt like I needed to get it off my chest I'd be nowhere near a computer, and when I WAS near a computer, I'd have forgotten what it was I wanted to blog about. The thing is: my job has been kind of problematic lately. Not in any real sense, so much as I just wasn't on the schedule very often and that coupled with my general ineptitude when it comes to the work I do made me even more sucky at it. And I kept forgetting things, and having to ask other people for specifics (some of whom have been working there for a much shorter time than I have, but a lot more regularly) and subsequently getting scolded and rhetorically asked how long it was again that I've been working there (a bit more than a year, in case you were wondering). So that kind of got me down. Especially since I myself just felt like I was in the way more often than I was actually being useful, even if I know that's an exaggeration. So lately I've been thinking about that, and I'd decided that it would be better for me to quit this job (I work at a cafetaria/snack bar) and just apply for a job in one of the local supermarkets. Only problem was, I'm kind of terrified of the prospect of an awkward conversation, it's almost a kind of phobia. And I thought it would be worse if I just barged in there and asked if I could talk to my superior (who doesn't even work regular shifts so I wouldn't know if she'd even be there), so I sent her a text asking if we could talk for a bit somewhere in the near future. That went unanswered for two days, making me queasy every time someone texted me because I thought it might just be her. Then, this afternoon, she texted me with possible times we could talk, tonight being one of them, and I just figured "To hell with it". So I just went there, and I told her I was going to apply for another job and therefore it was quite possible I would be resigning in the near future, and she was all understanding and told me she'd basically expected this when I sent her the text asking to talk. So it all went really quickly and smoothly, I told her I'd work the shifts I was assigned this month and, if I don't have an answer by next week (when she'll be making the new schedule) I would work the next schedule too, no problem. :'DDDD. I was so happy, I was seriously a nervous wreck beforehand, was quivering on my legs. x'D.
And now I have to write a letter of application, which I've never done before... Oh well, my mom said she'd help. <33.
TL;DR: I pseudo-quit my job in preparation for applying for another job, and all went well.
Now I feel it is time to grab myself some MAD SNACKS YO.
(Although I probably shouldn't, I've been hating the mirror again lately. Maybe not then. Still, this post needed a BRO reference >8'D.)
Ummm... yeah. That's really all I have to say on the matter. :').
Where doing it man
Where MAKING THIS HAPEN
...ironically 8D
~Lev
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Why did I succumb?!
I know how easily obsessed I am. Dx. I should not have started actively reading/watching/playing/whatever anything new when I've got so much homework to do all the time but... I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO! I TOLD YOU DOG! IT KEEPS HAPPENING.
That kindof pretty accurately describes the situation, as well as addressing the exact issue. Damn you Fang. Damn you Homestuck. Damn you convoluted, insane plot that I'm grasping at in a desperate attempt to make sense of it. You have ruined my current hopes for academical perseverance. Yeah.
Bahahaahahaha, I'll keep it short and end this here; still got a LOT to work my way through. >,<. Just wanted to let you guys know what's up. And it's not the sky.
Smell ya later!
~Lev
That kindof pretty accurately describes the situation, as well as addressing the exact issue. Damn you Fang. Damn you Homestuck. Damn you convoluted, insane plot that I'm grasping at in a desperate attempt to make sense of it. You have ruined my current hopes for academical perseverance. Yeah.
Bahahaahahaha, I'll keep it short and end this here; still got a LOT to work my way through. >,<. Just wanted to let you guys know what's up. And it's not the sky.
Smell ya later!
~Lev
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