Oh yeah... And Happy New Year. Although I know nobody reads this.

Just began getting into FFR (Flash Flash Revolution). I used to be amazing at DDR, and I'm quite good at guitar hero, so it's really easy for me. I want them to create a downloadable version of it so I can play it offline. It's almost as addictive at guitar hero- too bad I don't have guitar hero....

I don't have any new gaming systems, actually. The most recent system that I have is the original Xbox. I remember that I wanted a PS2, mainly because I was slightly obsessed with Spyro the Dragon, and they didn't have any of those games on the Xbox. I now realize why, and am glad I got the Xbox.

My former stepfather's brother was a technological genius. He installed a hard drive on the Xbox with software that allowed you to upload games onto the Xbox and play them anytime. Of course, this is very illegal, but...

But back then the Xbox wasn't incredibly well-known. As far as I remember, people only really started noticing it when the Xbox 360 came out. And of course, when the 360 came out, they wouldn't make any more games for old-gen systems! So I do have an Xbox 360, but it is filled with games that I've already won several times- or games that just suck.

But it's not a complete piece of junk. You can rip DVD's to it too, although it sometimes doesn't work correctly. Sometimes you get the raw files, and you have to test out which files are the version of the movie that you want.

This was around 2005(?), and he also put some good games and movies on it himself. One of them was the original version of The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy.

Now, I'm sure you have seen the modernized version. I hate the modernized version.

So now I will go through the history of "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy"

"The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" began as a radio show. It was witty, with very bizzare humor and an entirely different outlook on life, the universe, and everything(42!!!!). It was very popular. I have never personally heard them, but I would like to be able to somehow acquire a recording...

Soon after, Douglas Adams wrote the so-called "trilogy" that eventually ended up consisting of five books. This is a list of them.

*The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
*The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe
*Life, The Universe, And Everything
*So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish
*Mostly Harmless

Apparently, there was to be a sixth book in the increasingly inaccurately-named series, entitled "The Salmon Of Doubt", but, when Adams died of a heart attack at the age of 49, it became fairly apparent that the series was finally over. I haven't read all of these books either, but I am currently on "Life, The Universe, And Everything." I should be reading that right now instead of posting on my blog.

In 1981, one year after "The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe", a TV mini-series appeared. There were six episodes, each 35 minutes long. Some versions have seven episodes, each 30 minutes long too. Since the other books hadn't been released, nobody knew what came afterwards, so the movie ends at a part where, in fact, is quite important in the book- Arthur and Ford stuck on a prehistoric Earth, walking away from the stubborn Golgafrinchans, after learning the ultimate question to life, the universe, and everything. This is the series on my Xbox.

Eventually, after a few more radio broadcasts, a 2004 film was able to be shot. I think this film has many good parts, such as the musical part, "So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish". Overall though, in terms of leaving things out of the story, I believe that this movie was terrible. In my opinion, if you are going to tell the story, you might as well tell the entire story, right? I'm not saying I hated the movie, but after seeing all of the episodes of it, it made me realize how much of it was left out. The Series by Douglas Adams was truly amazing, and very funny too. Nothing should be left out of it.

So that's "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy". Hope I didn't bore you too badly.

Food: Tomato Soup
Incense: Intoxicating

Stuff To Do.

Things that I hope to do before then end of 01/01/08

*dye my hair blue
*get my ear pierced
*make my room the cleanest it has been in years

Not a very large list- I don't want to set too many goals for myself. And the first two will probably be discouraged by my mother anyway, so it should be a challenge to get them done. As for the cleaning, that's just time-consuming.

music: Headlights - Snow Patrol
Deodorant: Old Spice

Too late.

I got to the sunset too late. Shades of pink and orange were fading away. The very tip of the sun must have just descended behind the mountains.

A few moments earlier, and a spectacular display may have been witnessed.

I guess I'll never know how beautiful that sunset really was.

Sunsets

Well.

The last shreds of light are leaving Decmber 31, 2007 A.D. forever.

I suppose now would be a good time to reflect on everything that has happened during the year as the sun slowly sets.

However, much of this year I would love to forget. Much of it my mind has blocked out completely, just like with the majority of my young childhood. In no less that 6 hours and 47 minutes, I will be standing in front of the kitchen clock, just finishing the countdown to 2008.

2008. It seems like such an... "advanced" year. I remember, vaguely, when it became 2000. I was the only one the was remotely interested in the fact (or so it seemed to me) that not only was it a new century, but a new millennium as well. The third one, to be exact. The chances of someone being alive at the very moment of a new millennium is very slim. I considered myself one of the lucky "few", "few" referring to the entire population of the planet at the time. And such a number is few, when compared to all the people that have been and all the people that are yet to be.

That night, at the dawn of 2000, was when I finally began thinking about years to come - not thinking about the future, per say, but more of the actual numbers themselves. This, however, did eventually begin to spark thoughts about my future. I remember wondering to myself, "What will I be doing exactly one year from now?", and trying to remember the exact date and time so that, one year later, I would be able to look back on what I was doing then and say "So this is what I'll be doing a year from then." I always ended up forgetting the date and time.

When I asked that to my mother, she would always reply with whatever I was doing at the time that I asked it. Once, I asked it during dinner, back when our family was a little bit more together and we ate dinner together sitting around a table, and she replied that I would probably be sitting down eating dinner. But things changed so often in this household back then. Within a year, I'm sure dinner would have been eaten at a completely different time or in a completely different place or in a completely different way.

I'm thinking to myself - Should I go outside and watch the last fragments of 2007's sun set?

But once again, I think. What assurance do I have that this sunset will be any different from others? It's just another day- another rotation of the planet in another rotation around the sun. These things we call "years", they could have started or ended at any month, but January and December were chosen. If the year began on the first of May, than everyone would want to go out and watch the sunset and stay up until midnight and have parties on the first of May, and January the first wouldn't be special at all. But instead, due to pure chance, January was picked to start, so that is the month that we celebrate on, whilst May 1 is viewed upon as just another day in the year.

So, if January the first was simply chosen by chance, than what is to say that it should be any different than any other day? The sunset should be the same- the weather should be the same as the days that are near it. Truly, it is nothing special in real life.

The skies are darkening. It is 5:33. The time at the end of these posts is completely wrong...

Why don't I take a peek outside at the sunset?

Music

I love music. Especially calming music. I'm listening to one of my favorite songs right now - Iron & Wine's acoustic version of Such Great Heights(a song originally by the postal service).

I haven't written lyrics to song on my bed for a while. I think I'll do that with this entire song.
"Such Great Heights"

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home



Yes, that is copypasted. I didn't feel like typing out the song while listening to it. Destroyed the effect, you know? Another good band - The Moldy Peaches.

Their song - "Anyone Else But You" appeared in the film, Juno, which I have yet to see. I've known about them for only a few months, but their songs have made an impact on my life. I'd have to say my favorite song by them is called "Steak For Chicken". Both Adam Green and Kimya Dawson are both singing completely different lyrics simultaneously. Sometimes their words line up, sometimes they have references to whatever the other person is saying. It's a very pleasing song to listen to.

My incense ashtray is completely full. I've been burning them five at a time, making my room smoky but wonderful.

My mother just arrived with an energy drink. Now I will proceed onto both a sugar rush and calming music at the same time.

music: little motel - modest mouse
incense burning: 4

Well, I'm up late.

Well.

It's 1:07 AM.

My room is filled with smoke due to excessive incense burning.

I'm high on caffeine.

And for some reason, I feel very intellectual.

Why?

...


I don't know.

...

So I guess I will begin to write.

About....

things.

or maybe I'll post my poetry.

or smash my piggy bank.

Are these incense making me high?

I feel funny...

POETRY
(These are small things written in the middle of both english and american studies. If you expect them to be magnificent, you may be very dissapointed. You have been warned.)

WHAT IS THIS STORY?
(this has been adapted into a song.)

Why am I here?
Who am I near?
What is this place?
And how do I steer?

Who is the teacher?
Who are the kids?
When did these students
Become such pigs?

What is this story?
Is it written in pen?
Where's the beginning?
And where is the end?

The clock has stopped
At 3:19
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

What are the answers
To all that I've asked?
Does anyone know
How much time has passed?

GHOSTS
(Don't try to think too deeply about this one. Much of it, I've realized, makes little sense. I wasn't thinking all that hard when I was writing it anyway.)

What is life itself were dying?
Would it even be worth trying?
Walking through my past life's lying
Walking through the walls

If life itself would make a choice
To stand or sit and ignore the voice
Maybe then we'd see the light
Maybe it would be alright

These written words - these noisy birds
These little bits of hidden pits
These useless books - would you just look?
And see the dilemma that we're in?

If time and life (such petty things)
Would just for once agree on things
But time keeps going while life stands still
And time gets all while life gets nil

The ghosts are back - they're always here
They're too old to haunt me now.
Besides, in time, we won't be really
Different after all

THINGS OBSCENE

My breath is tasting sickly-sweet
My life is going down the drain
I see the words but I can't read
And inside we are all the same

It's true, you know - we're dark inside
The blood is bluish-green
The heart is clogged with nasty insults,
Empty holes, and things obscene

The stomach, it has grown in size
To gigantic proportions
It must be filled or it will cry
And scream and scream and scream

The brain is just a lump of mush
Gray and lifeless it does seem
But somewhere hidden deep inside-
A spark, a light, a laser beam

...

I just watched my incense burn out. My computer screen is no longer clouded with smoke. Now I can see what I'm typing more clearly.

Am I still on italics? oh... I am...

okay. that's better.

So. I am planning on making each one of those into songs eventually. Of course, that means I should be practicing guitar more. I haven't taken the guitar out in... like... a month.... I should do that sometime.

Why is it that I'm only in the mood to clean at like 1:00 in the morning? It's strange. My room is certainly coming along with it's cleanliness.

Whoa... I just realized... It's New Year's Eve!

Cool...

Meh... I never really do anything for the New Year. Stay home... maybe stay up until midnight...

Oh shit we have school tomorrow... I think...

at least that's what tyler said...

Just think- in less than 23 hours time, December 31, 2007 A.D. will be gone forever.

F
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Are you sad yet? Will you miss 2007? Was it a good year? Are you getting annoyed at the fact that I'm barraging you with questions? Have I had coffee?

Why, yes.

Yes I have.

and now it's 1:38.

and I've been typing for 21 minutes.

Hell yes.

I knows subtraction!!

I know that I need to fall asleep. this post has evolved from what could have become an intellectual conversation to me blurting out random things that pop into my head.

And right now, I'm quite capable of thinking intellectually. However, nothing but sheer randomness is popping into my head.

meh.... livejournal/eblogger... what's the difference? You could begin a very good argument as to what the difference is and what the purpose of a blog is... but you know I won't listen. I am going to use this blog as a haven for my thoughts, whatever they may be. And my thoughts are quite random sometimes.

1:42. Inching on to 2:00 in the morning. I suppose I should be sleeping.


music: none (holy crap... I'm not listening to any music! that's a first...)
room: small

The end of blogging? So soon?

I seem to always start these posts with absolutely nothing on my mind, and then eventually begin thinking and having my mind work non-stop.

Absolutely nothing is on my mind right now.

So I guess I'm all set.

I bought presents for my friend today. Christmas presents....

5 days after christmas...

but whatever.

It's the thought that counts.

And of course, before today, I had absolutely no transportation anywhere.... but my mom's friend took me to the mannasas mall. She's a better mother than my mother is...

My sister is in the hospital. Not Morgan... Alana. She has some organ infected... I don't know which. I'm rarely ever told the details of.... anything....

I babysat my mother's friend's 8-year-old son last night. He's alright for an 8-year-old. Normally, I can't stand little children. They make me want to saw off my own head with barbed wire.... but Zane (that's his name) is actually pretty cool. For an 8-year-old. I mean, he can have very, very, very annoying moments, but all children have that. And, since he never knew his father, he looks to me as a father-figure, which is a responsibility that I would rather not have. He tries to act like me, he tries too look like me... when I saw him last night when his mom picked me up, he walked into the house wearing his hair in the same emo style that I do. meh...

I bought some blue hair dye at hot topic. Instead of dying all of my hair this time (which would be a lot harder than before because it's about twice as long....), I'm going to do streaks across my hair. Hopefully it won't end up making my hair gray like last time. I don't want to look like an old man.... wise as I may be.

Sherri (my mom's friend's name....) also gave me some matches so I finally have something I can light incense with. And no, as tempting as it is, I won't be using them for entertainment. My pyromaniacal days are over.

I need to clean my room some more...

These words aren't coming as naturally to me as they usually do...

Maybe my blogging days have finally subsided....

...after 6 posts...

hopefully not...

My mother is screaming across the house for me to empty the dishwasher. It probably isn't wise to not comply.

Music: The Good Times Are Killing Me - Modest Mouse
Mood: nuetral