Newsfeed.

[You're right, I'm happy to say I DON'T understand.]

Q. So, what do all these images have in common?

A. My generation will be forever known as the generation of the Twilight saga, bad grammar, procrastination, pointless Facebook groups, arrogance defended by the US Constitution, and dismissal of the shift key.

It's times like these I really wish I'd been born earlier. And by earlier, I mean 30 years minimum. /: I really hate that I didn't get to experience the 70s and 80s.
Hell, I barely can call myself a "90s kid" because I wasn't terribly aware of what was going on.
But it's alright. Generations are what you make them, right?

Terribly short post again. I'd like to call it short, sweet, and to the point.. but that phrase honestly reminds me of a quickie.
:D

OH!
I know I slightly beat the point into the ground, but one last thing.
There is ONE group you'll see me joining..



-CS.

Basghetti.

Don't ask.

It occurred to me today that maybe, just maybe, relationships- especially teenage- fluctuate with the tides.
Or just have set fluctuations, at least.
I may have mentioned it before, but I noticed that break-ups and get-togethers seem to come in waves. So maybe it's related to the gravitational pull of the moon?

[Apparent byproduct of pensiveness. I apologize for anything that remotely resembles jibberish.]

Snow day today. Everyone loves snow, secretly.
Dad and I were talking about how the snow makes everything quiet. Like a soundproof room sort of quality. [White noise?] Not only quiet, but peaceful too.

Terribly short post, hopefully will think of more to say in the near future.

-CS.

PS: "I love you" in Albanian is "te dua".

These and this.

I think I could rule the world with these. :D Or at least lead the best damn percussionist ensemble the world hath ever behold!
...-ed.

The world has ever seen. D:



And I honestly think I could teach a college course on this book. Not because I know it from front to back, but because it's so damn COOL.

:D
Yay for random tangible objects!

I miss people, by the way.
You guys, you right now who are reading this, I miss you.
I want to see you and give you a hug.
[Unless you're a Beatles fan, in which case I want to hold your hand. But that goes for everyone, really.]

That's it.

-CS.

Did you see the way she looked at me?

[After thinking about it for the 10 seconds it took to dry my hands, I've decided it's a LOT easier to write things on spot instead of noting them for later. That being said, here goes-]

November 28, 2009:
[I was in the mountains, trying not to be killed by a drunk driver on a windy road. Quit scowling.]
I bet mountains and their scenery look like little dioramas, or displays, or something of the like to God. Or airplanes.
I was driving- or rather, passengering- through one of those winding mountain roads and saw these "picture perfect" moments everywhere. Well, or lack thereof, anyway; all depends how you look at them. Quite unconventional moments, to say the least.
The one in particular that left an imprint in my mind was a beige barn with white trim. One of the doors was ripped off its hinge; the bottom left door on the front-facing side of the barn, to give an image. It was a new looking barn and had a few horses several hundred yards away, across the lot. |received a phone call here, stopped for 2 minutes and 16 seconds, and started back again when he hung up. Just for the record.| You could see light coming through the other side.
Anyway, it reminded me of one of those places you see in dreams at... twilight, I guess. You know? Not dark, but at like, 5:00. Not dark, but orange. Glowing in pale light.

...
Eh. I can't really post about this anymore, the thought is gone. xD
The point I was trying to make was that everything looked like it was standing still in time. But it wouldn't be a place you thought about as looking like that, or remembered often. Just one of those places on the planet no one ever thinks about.
But you've been there, and if people left a vapor trail, you could come back later and there'd only be a select few still lingering.

Fast forward to present.

We recently studied Genesis in..
That's right, kids, English class.
My teacher's a bit.. well, we're not going to go there.
But anywho, toward the end of the "unit", we talked about how Adam and Eve saw nakedness as a sin after they learned the difference between good and evil.
I never understood that, and I actually got the privilege of calling my teacher out on not understanding it either [:

[His response was the generic for when he didn't know something: "This is a religious recount, you can NEVER apply logic!" But I thought it was pretty great that I stumped him, anyway.]

Anyway, I thought about it, and society views that sort of "purity" as a sin as well.
Was talking to a wonderful, wonderful friend of mine tonight and he was telling me how he thought a girl was most beautiful with no makeup, in jeans and a t-shirt. And you know, I'm guilty of dressing up for people [a certain person, anyway], but he's really on the right track. We shouldn't love people for their exterior but what's inside it. The expression "love is blind" probably should be a guiding phrase for us all. I think it would save us from divorce, and save us from hypocrisy. [Well, some forms, at least.]
I was thinking a long time ago about if we all looked the same.. and had our personalities intact, but had a simple, plain exterior. Like grey blobs, or something. Then would we love people for who they were?

Maybe.
But that's not necessarily the right approach.

People take their personalities into a physical approach when they decide what to wear. And not in what they wear, necessarily, but how they wear it. This isn't to say all girls who wear makeup are insecure, or all men who wear a-little-too-formal clothes are looking to impress.

[Or all girls who wear pink are humanitarians, or all girls who wear black are Satanists.]

I think, however, we should follow this good man's example. We should find someone who loves us in t-shirts and jeans, we should find someone who loves us when we've cried our makeup off and have run our hands through our hair one too many times.
Someone who loves us when we wake up and someone who loves us when we fall asleep.

No matter what you look like.

Now, I'm not saying we all should become nudists.. but if you can look at yourself in the mirror in the purest state and know that your significant other- and YOURSELF, for that matter- loves you not REGARDLESS of what they see, but BECAUSE of what they see- well, you're on a good route, and you're probably happy with them. And should be!

Hmm.
/endrant.
And don't take that as a moral thing, that's all my opinion. :D

Anyway, I've been looping the song "Eddie's Gun" by The Kooks for probably the better part of half an hour. Definitely a recommended listen.
I don't think I've found a song by The Kooks I DON'T like. Heh.

*Just realized that the title could be interpreted two ways. SHIT, total accident. xD Now I feel like a cliche. Oh well. It's a lyric, swear.*

That's pretty much it.
Good night, nation.

-CS.
[actual time of posting: 10:00P.]

World Wide Web? WAY larger scale than any of us watched last night on the weather.

I've had this idea just festering away in my mind for a week now, so here goes putting it down for the world to see:
I love how people openly lie in conversation, you know?
[That sounds harsh, but hear me out.]
It's like, people all the time ask "How are you?", and the correct response is?

A. Fine!
B. I'm okay!
C. Good, you?
D. All of the above.

Just think about that.

It's strange, to me, how society has put forth the facade of one that cares. Okay, maybe not strange, but a bit disconcerting. How long has it been like this, you have to wonder?
I mean, these "correct answers" are really all you CAN say. It keeps things upbeat. Keeps the world at an idealistic canvas.
As long as there's no sadness [displayed], where are the world's flaws?

I really don't mean to strike controversy anywhere, I've just been noticing a lot of things over the past month of this like.
[And I hate to bring music into this, but "You Don't Know Me" by Ben Folds is a perfect example of this.]
Maybe there's a tie to more, though. Is this the reason there's such a high divorce rate? Poverty rate? Chaos rate?

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not an advocate for world peace, but I mean.. this is a valid concern, isn't it?
And being a valid concern, whose responsibility is it to fix this travesty we call communication?

-CS.

p.s. Sorry for lack of updates, you three people who got on my case for not writing in a while. Happy early let's-steal-land-from-the-Injuns day.

Just A Thought.

The afterlife is a touchy subject, isn't it?
I mean, after thousands of years, no one knows what it's like. Many generations and cultures have their own ideals about it. Yet no one thinks about it as much as one would assume.
Today, when I was particularly bored, I went to see if The Legend of Zelda was online somewhere. It was, and ironically on the same website as the Pac-Man game I'd found earlier.
The irony?

A Christian magazine's website.
Okay, so God likes Zelda too.

But what really caught my eye was an advertisement for a book at the bottom of the webpage:

"What will Heaven be like?" Have you ever wondered? Will we play Zelda online?
Do you want to know what the Bible means when it talks about "the New Earth" and "the Kingdom of Heaven?" If so, Lee Wilson and Joe Beam have teamed up to provide a fast-paced, exciting book on Heaven and the afterlife.

Heh.
Playing Zelda online in the afterlife. It's okay if you snickered, I did too.
But I mean, I really started to think about it. Maybe these guys are onto something.
And this really got me thinking.
Who's to say we all really DO live forever, and we here on Earth are dead? If you want to argue that life is cyclic, sure, you could say each time you die you are born again forever. And each time you're born, you die forever.

But maybe we here on Earth began in heaven, or whatever you want to call it, and we got so sick of living forever that we "killed ourselves" by being born? Of course, our memories were wiped in the process if this theory is correct, but a Christian could argue that it was God's will just as well as an Egyptian could argue that one doesn't remember their past life.
So when we're reborn into heaven, we realize what an utter hell the art of dying is, and we enjoy life forever.

It's odd, isn't it? I mean, I understand COMPLETELY that one reading this is lost or doesn't agree whatsoever with this idea- hell, I wouldn't- but it just sprang to mind.

End transmission.

-CS.

Amateur Radio.

So my dad and I were in the car coming back from the store today, and we started talking about amateur [AKA ham] radio after seeing a license plate of the sort.
Side note: Ham really doesn't stand for anything except amateur radio operator. xD Trust me, I checked. There's a lot of false etymology behind it, but it really has no significance. Nor does it have relation to the meat.

Anyway, from what he told me today, I have taken an interest. It sounds really cool.

I mean, radio is somewhat of a lost art even though they offer classes.. but a means of communication worldwide via voice frequency? That's pretty damn awesome!
Most radio "stations" begin with a K, he said. And all you need is a set and a REALLY big antenna in your yard. The higher, the better. So if you wanted, you could connect with and talk to someone in Saudi Arabia!
With all the Internet dependency these days, I bet the people you run into over radio frequencies would be pretty awesome people. Or at least have awesome stories, who knows.

So that's pretty much all I had to say.
Go ham radio. :D

-CS.