Hurricane Sandy

It's a great start to the day, folks.

Got up early to wind battering the windows, the trees, everything. 

Having halfheartedly gotten out of bed to wash up, I turned on the computer only to find that classes are not cancelled today despite the winds up to 25 km/h and gusts almost double that speed at 45 km/h.

Today is not my day, nor is it going to be.  I'm exhausted and I still have a midterm to think about as well as a midterm assignment. 

Took the bus to campus rather than walked, figured it'd be safer.  Still ended up pretty chilled to the bone.  Whatever, I'm on campus, in a building and safe.  That's all that matters, right?

Well, hopefully I can get some rest in somewhere today. 

Until next time,
Dusk

Writer's Block

Hey guys,

So, for the entirety of the day I have been exhausted, but my fingers were itching to have a proper dance across the keyboard nonetheless.  Only one problem though, I had no idea how to write what I wanted to write about. 

You see, I'd recently read some fanfiction about two of my favourite Youtubers, but I never felt that the people had depicted them right at all.  I wanted to write my own just to set things straight in my mind, but I have no idea how to start this story.  It both frustrates me and makes me sad to have a story in mind but not know how to kick it off.  It really sucks.

I've spent just about the entire day taking notes in class and filling in Facebook notes just to try to busy my fingers a bit.  No luck, unfortunately.  My fingers still wanted to fly across the keys with amazing things coming out of it.  But, nope.  No such luck.  Oh well.

One of these days, when I don't have to worry about midterms and assignments, I will write a story or continue one of the others that I had already started.  I really hope I can get back into writing and bring my writing back to the level it used to be at.  I kind of suck now and I have no idea why.

Anyway, just thought I'd let you all know what's been going on.  Sorry about the lack of posts recently.  Midterms and things have been all over me. @_@  Also, been getting a bit more into Pokemon again.  Fun times. =]

Hope you're all doing well!

Until next time!
Dusk

If I do end up being a teacher...

I've never wanted to become a teacher.  Never. 

My parents, for some reason can see me becoming one in the future, but I can't.  Mostly because of how they always put teachers down.  They do admit that there are good teachers out there that care about their students and what not.  But, you know what?  I can't talk in front of people, I can't teach well, and I don't want to be one of those people that gets lumped into a generalization so that I can be told that I'm useless.  That I do nothing, and that I complain all the time about not being paid enough.

Maybe I wouldn't be one of those teachers, but who knows?  Either way, I don't want to be one.  The big problem is, a lot of people don't always end up doing what they want to, and I don't even know what I want to do.

If I end up being a teacher, whether I'm looked down on or not, I would want to be a philosophy teacher.  I'd tell the kids that life is pointless.  That, society is pointless.  Getting a job is pointless.  But, most of all, I'd tell them that school is pointless.  It's a big, pointless, brainwashing facility where they make kids think "inside the box."  They don't allow much freedom in thought or exploration.  What is being learned at school is pointless.  I'd only encourage them to come to class to learn how to think.  That's what the kids need.  They need to know how to think critically.  It's true.

They need to be able to recognise that they don't need all this cyclic, pointless work.  People are too focused on material things.  That's the whole reason why society runs the way it does.  They tell you that you want something, that you love it, and finally, that you need it.  But, you don't.  You don't, but they won't let you see it that way.  No.  That's the whole reason for people having jobs.  So, they can have money to buy these things that they don't need.  Even if we did want something, why do we need to pay for it?  Why do we need money?  Now, I'm not a thief, I don't steal.  I do pay for things.  But, I don't see a reason for it.

We pay to get food, when, in the past, we would have been able to get the food ourselves.  We'd be hunting and eating like all the other creatures out there.  We've been sucked into this hyperreality, and there's almost no way out of it unless we can think against it.  Think outside of it.

I'm not encouraging people to be thieves or to go around vandalizing things or skip school and not to bother getting a job no matter how much it sounds like I am.  All that I want, is to have people realise that they might not need what they think they do, what society thinks they do and programmed them to think they do. 

I simply want people to be able to think for themselves instead of having something like the government telling them what to think.

I am...

Tonight, I am sad.
I know not how or why
I simply am.

I have seen my boyfriend,
My family,
Talked to my best friend,
Done my readings,
And spent time with a few of those I love.

It sounds fantastic,
Wonderful,
Definitely better off than many could ask for.
So then, why?
Why am I sad?

I know not why. 
I am.

That is all I know. 
I am.

Things could be so much worse.
I could be dying.
I could be dead.
But I'm not.

Why must I waste my time this way?
Why must I feel this way?
I don't understand my existence.
I have things so well
So much better than others,
I'm sure.

But, again
I must ask.
Why?

I just am.

Disappointment

Hey guys.

"Yeah, great. You're disappointed.  Of course. What is it this time?" is probably what you're all thinking.


Well, yesterday in my morning philosophy class (yes, I have philosophy first thing in the morning.  Am I crazy?  Maybe, but it does make sense to me. =P), our prof showed us 3 pictures to demonstrate virtue, honour, and fear in the eyes of Montesquieu.  These picures were Socrates for virtue, 50 cent for honour, and Peter Pettigrew for fear. 

When asked who the first picture was of, the class couldn't respond.  When someone did, it was wayy off.  I mean, I think they guessed a fictional character or something.  I couldn't quite hear what they said, but it had WAYYY too many syllables to even come close to being Socrates. 

I know, you're probably thinking, "How are they supposed to know that?"  I also know that he isn't a person you find in pop culture like 50 cent and that rat from the Potter series, but you see, the prof showed us the picture not long ago telling us who it was.  So they SHOULD HAVE known.  Clearly they didn't care enough to take note.  I mean, you're in this class, you may as well pay attention.  Might think that I'm not a person to say that being on Facebook and talking to people online, but at least I still listen enough to take all the notes I need and I know what the prof is talking about.

From what I've learned last year, people will just show up and not take notes and not pay attention.  This really irks me.  You paid for this, why come and pay for school if you're not even going to pay attention and actually learn something?

Anyway, that's my rant for today.

I have another post for you guys involving the sweetest little thing that I met the day before yesterday.

Until that's up,
Dusk