Devilishly Clever

Ai no kioku ga shibondekara
Me wo aketa mama zutto nemutteta
Omotta yori sore wa juushou datta

Hanbun ni chigirete oki-agatte
Hikari no sasu hou he mukaeba
Maboroshi janai kimi ga tatteta

Oshiete yo, doko ni ita no
Doushite boku wo shitteru no
Natsukashii namida ga dete
Kodoku no owari ni hibiki-wataru
Bran-new lovesong
Sore wa kimi he no uta nan da

Moteamashiteta yume wo zenbu
Atokata mo naku sotto hagashita
Ima wa nani mo nai tada kimi to futari

Kirai datta jibun no koto
Itsunomanika yurushiteta
Hashiridashita kono omoi wa
Tayasuku kowaretari nanka shinai
Bran-new lovesong
Kimi ga subete wo kuretan da

Oshiete yo, doko ni ita no
Doushite boku wo shitteru no
Natsukashii namida ga dete
Kodoku no owari ni hibiki-wataru
Bran-new lovesong
Sore wa kimi he no uta nan da

If a tree falls an nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

The answer is, at once, simple and complex.

Bound to the realm of physics, the tree will, of course, make a noise. This is a concrete fact of the universe we live in. However, the true answer to the question is that the noise itself is unimportant to the answer. If a tree falls an nobody is around to hear it, whether it makes a noise or not result in the same situation: nobody noticing. Since nothing is there to perceive the noise, it may exist or it may not, and nothing has been changed.

It can be said, then, that immortality of anything is impossible. Should anything ever exist in a state in which it perceives and is perceived by nothing else, then whether or not it is existing is irrelevant to everything else. It could exist or it could not. In truth, it does both.

Nathaniel Hawthorne's "Young Goodman Brown"

Edgar Allan Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado"

Read them, especially the first one.

Robert Jordan died on the sixteenth of September, 2007. The wheel of time turns, I suppose, and the story will never have its end.

WIFFANY

I picked Danielle up from work and we hung out at my house for about an hour and a half. We made(or at least aided in the making of) cookies. And then Michael finally called, and came and picked us up, and we drove over to Megan's house. We we there for about an hour, and it was fun, if a little awkward at first. I didn't really know anyone there except for Megan and the two I came with, but they both knew Megan's siblings and Sarah Curry, so it was better. But then it was fun, and I now have two Pictures of Megan so I can remember. And then we were saying goodbye and now Megan lives on the east coast, leaving me posting this ridiculously poorly thought out journal entry. It's sad. I will likely never see her again.

So after she left, Michael and Danielle came back to my house and we ate the cookies, which had been baked while we were at Megan's house. And then Michael left and Danielle stayed for another hour and we just talked. It was good. It's good to be friends with her again. It's good.

I thought it was time for a new post to be on top, so here it is!

Too bad I have nothing of substance, or even remotely interesting to say.

Scott Rutherford.

I didn't know you well, or really even at all, but many of my friends were close to you. I wish you all the best in whichever afterlife it was you believed in. Go in peace.

Love, Will.

This was written for me, but it was written for you too. They can both happen at the same time.

( Hay thar, story time. )

It's not as long as the last one, but it still deserves the cut.

an Australian comedian on Last Comic Standing:

"So, I was watching TV the other day and one of those anti-pirating commercials came on. You wouldn't steal a purse, it said, you wouldn't steal a car, and I thought to myself, 'you know, that's true'. But if my mate called me up and said 'hey, I just bought a nice new car, would you like me to burn you a copy?', I just might go for that."

So this is a story I wrote about myself. It occurs at some point in my life, and is for the most part true. The reason I tell it to you now is actually because I just got it in the mail from the teacher I turned it in to. I was supposed to write and illustrate a personal narrative and turn it in as an assignment. I wrote it in two hours, early in the morning two weeks after it was due, didn't illustrate it or even give it a nice title, and still managed to get 100% on it, so I figure it must be worth something. It's also the reason I graduated. Hahaha.

( Here it is, if you desire to read it. )

It is eight pages long, nearly 2800 words. Sorry for the wall of text. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. No answer is guaranteed. Hahaha. Hope you enjoy it, see you again in six months.

I needs to know how to use this thingy again so's I can make my semi-annual post.

( oh hai there )

Teehee.

Because Haley complained about the new text input system, I had to try it out. I honestly can't tell the difference though, given that I haven't posted anything in at least three months. Good thing this post contains so much important material.

I hope I don't sound conceited when I say this, it's my honest belief.

I did shitty.

Critical Reading 690 94%
Math 670 89%
Writing 750 99%
Multiple Choice 72 (score range: 20-80)
Essay 11 (score range: 2-12)

So in the theme of Michael's recent update...

I recently found a South Korean hip-hop artist that is actually pretty amazing.

Jang Woo Hyuk. Have fun finding him, hope you have limewire.

It's over and done with, haha. Didn't see that one coming.

I hate Roger Federer, although I admire his skill and subsequently have no other grounds for disliking him.

Today in Bible/Myth Archer assigned us a paper wuth an october due date for the rough draft. We're supposed to go into a place of solitude, away from the modern(good luck to some kids, I doubt they know of anywhere to go), and think for an hour about the profound. If I just write a paper based on the ideas I have already transcribed onto my white board, would that be cheating? It's not that I don't have an urge to go out into the Hart or Highland woods for an hour, it's just that I believe the ideas on my white board are damn good and need to be shared. Maybe I'll go out into the woods and re-think and expand ideas that are no longer shrouded in mystery and uncertainty...

Anywho...

This post has been brought to you by Will's new computer, bought with his hard(yeah... right)-earned money and time spent babysitting the annoying neighbor girl for an entire summer. I wub it.

I don't know when I will complete it, nor do I know how complete it will be, but it needs to be written. Whether or not any of you will ever see it is also a mystery(although I've been known to show people things when they ask). This small exerpt is something that I think has been important to my life and the way I am now, although when it happened I had no comprehension of the seriousness of events.

But the boy's life was about to change. Change was something new, something unexpected, something impossible to understand. Kosuke was his best friend, they played together, they had killed fanciful creatures together, but now Kosuke was leaving. Moving back to Japan. The boy heard this, and he might have even been sad, but all he knew was that tomorrow, Kosuke and he would go outside and they would play. Moving meant nothing, Japan meant nothing. Nothing can change. What even is change? Describing to a five-year-old boy the significance of change is like trying to explain color to a man born blind; and even if he did understand, if blue became red and red became green, what difference if he never truly understood blue?

"Ever since then, my left eye sees the past and my right eye sees the present."
"Men only think of the past when their lives are about to end."
~~BeBop.

SNAKES ON A PLANE::Saturday, August 19th. No set time, no set Theater. If you have any input as to times/places that work best... now is a good time to figure it out. Saturday *might* be flexible, but try to avoid that one if you can.

So, I got my class schedule quite a while ago, but I was just wondering if anyone knows anything at all about which classrooms teachers have... every single one of mine says unknown.

I'm home. Yay.