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Name: I
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Metro: Jackson
Gender: Male
Interests: Music is pretty much my life. I like video games, baseball, TV, books, etc. etc...but music is what keeps me together. I like any kind of discussion with other people, especially discussions that make me think. Actually, I pretty much just like people in general...I think they're pretty cool.
Expertise: ummm...i dunno, school? Definately not girls. Apparently I sing pretty well too.
Occupation: CIA Operative (don't tell anyo
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  RedsWinWS
Yahoo:  RedsWinWS
Member Since:
10/2/2005
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| I figured I'd share with you guys the two songs that have been going
through my head over and over the past few days, because they're just
that good.
Dreamer--Ozzy Ozbourne
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime
After all there's only just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us this time
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, oh yeah
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn't really matter much to me
Without each others help there ain't no hope for us
I'm living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, today
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days, ok
I'm just a dreamer, who's searching for the way, today
I'm just a dreamer, dreaming my life away
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
And.....Comfortably Numb--Pink Floyd
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
There'll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on, it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ahhhh...I love music so much.
In
other news, college is creeping up on me. And I feel like such a
bum...I need to get out and do some stuff tomorrow. We'll see how that
goes. I've said goodbye to everyone (except Melissa, who I probably
won't see, and Tyler, who leaves Monday) that's actually leaving
Jackson. Now it's time to say goodbye to those who are staying.
Goodbyes are not fun.
My roommate (or at least suitemate...we
haven't figured out the room situation yet) is apparently a hardcore
liberal, who's already started a "Coalition of Progressive
Princetonians" group on Facebook, and is working on a Campus Anti-war
Network chapter. I'm not entirely sure how involved I'll be with all
this...but my hunch is that I'll be in deep. That should be fun, and I
am looking forward to it. I've been talking with a few other freshman
via AIM and Yahoo, which has been cool. I think I'm really going to
like my college.
But that doesn't mean I won't miss you guys. | | |
| It has been a long time. I'm certainly going to have to do better at
this at college, since this is pretty much the only contact I'll have
with some of you guys.
Speaking of college, and graduating, and
such...I still have a graduation speech to write. I don't know really
what I'm going to say. I know what I'm NOT going to put into it--the
ever-increasing amount of various hackneyed phrases boggles the
mind--but I want to make it good. I consider myself a decent public
speaker, at least, so I think that if I write a good speech I should be
able to deliver it well. That's not the problem right now. I have yet
to really sit down and just write, which is something I should do
sometime in the very near future.
Also, since we're on the topic
of graduations, I should say that I went to the "graduation" of one of
Kirk's friends yesterday, whom I happen to know. The reason graduation
is in quotes is because, well, she was home-schooled. I don't really
have anything against people who decide to homeschool, because there
are many different situations in which I can see parents deciding to do
it. Hell, I was homeschooled for three years because we'd had
experience with the teachers I would have been taking, and they weren't
too good. But, when it comes right down to it, when I see a
home-schooler graduate, I can't help but wonder what that person really
knows. One thing home-schooling did not do for me was acclimate me to
any form of consistent social life. I don't think home-schooling
prepares people for the real world, in fact, I think it does so even
less than do most private schools. Also, home-schooling allows the
parents to teach their children whatever they want to, regardless of
whether it's actually right. In her case, her parents are the same
variety of Christians as Kirk, and so I highly doubt that she knows
what is the commonly accepted "truth" about evolution and the reasoning
behind it, and I doubt the same thing about quite a few other
scientific "debates". Who knows, she may have been taught the very same
"Ameri-centric" form of history that we learned about in Lies My Teacher Told Me. I'm happy for her, because she's graduating...but I also worry.
Also,
I've been thinking a lot lately (well, since yesterday) about Kirk's
church versus a more "normal" church. The graduation party yesterday
was at his church, and was essentially a worship service. This, along
with the fact that I actually went to church today for the first time
in a while, allows me to really compare the two. One major difference
is that, in Kirk's church, the young people are much, much more
integrated into the body of the church. In most churches, the children
are filed off into some form of Sunday School while the adults go to
the "big church," as my sister calls it. Not so with Kirk's church.
Everyone, from adults to teens to little children, is allowed, and
encouraged, to participate. You might think this would be a good
thing--the church is more cohesive, and more inclusive--but I am not
ready to say that. I think that there is a significantly different sort
of indoctrination going on here than what goes on at most other
churches. The human mind is a complex thing, and something that gives
you a positive experience at a young age is conditioned to seem good to
you. I get the feeling that any child who refuses when asked to
participate isn't just left alone. I know I'm not getting the right
feeling across, because all of this might still sound like a good
thing. It's almost something you have to experience, you know? In any
case, it scares me, because these little children will never get the
chance to think for themselves. Instead, they are taken up by the views
of the church, and this church has a mighty grip. | | |
| Whenever you make a cake, you just have to lick the bowl/mixer. That's what I learned tonight.
Also, I'm apparently 5 for 5 so far on the colleges. That's pretty sweet...now if only I could decide. I'm leaning towards Amherst, because not only did I think it was awesome before, but Mr. Molina (one of Mr. Jones's teacher friends; he's at Jim Hill) went there and says it was completely great and awesome. Totally unpretentious, which was one of the only things I was worried about. And, coming from a guy like that (that I have a lot of respect for; he's very active in the community and leads the Jim Hill Civil Rights/Civil Liberties club), it means a lot. Plus, they've given me some of the best financial aid so far. Still waiting on a bunch of colleges, though.
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| Being accepted to colleges sure is fun. Dartmouth and Amherst have officially let me in. Amherst, for those of you who don't know, might be my #1 choice. Totally awesome...
In other news, Academic Decathlon was meh, and I have a crapload of homework to do. Otherwise I'd elaborate on Decathlon. Maybe later.
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| So I'm sitting here, listening to Ben Folds' "The Luckiest," and thinking that I may have to change my answer to the old-age question: "Would you rather be blind or deaf?" Up until recently I always said deaf. But, in my opinion, there is nothing so beautiful as music.
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