Patterns will own your mousepad.

I was fuming to myself one day about my awesome rant that I had forgotten that time, and suddenly I got an epiphany of simply ranting about something that has nothing to do with anything. So, I will rant about my imaginery elephant that I wrote about in English. His name is Flowers, after Flowers for Algernon. That's a great book, by the way. Algernon is my favorite character, because he's a mouse. Or a rat. One of those things. Charlie is ok, too, but I didn't like his ending. He's just too naive and innocent.
Naivete is a horrible and dangerous thing. I'm also missing an accent on top of that 'i', the 2 little dots. I think the word is French, but I'm only learning French 1 so naturally we haven't gotten that far. I didn't join French club, even though they mentioned we were going to make good French food. I wanted to join Model UN, but it costs $18 to join!! Last year we didn't pay anythign at all. Plus there's a 2 dollar signup fee. I mean, Model UN was fun, but not $20 fun. Maybe next year. I did however, join volunteer initiative. There was one club that made really good cookies, it was 2 for 25 cents. There was a Christian club too, called First Priority. I joined that too.

Forgetfullness

I'm sure many of you have been looking forward for my next rant on the next horribly inaccurate quote that people have taken such liking to despite the fact that it's complete blasphemy and should never have been considered a word of wisdom. I had the perfect quote too, it was amazingly ridiculous but I have to admit, it can be easily believed without proper thought and consideration. I had developed an entire speech about it. It was very good. But guess what: (I also just realized that I probably spelled 'forgetfulness' wrong in the title. Just a random thing I noticed as I was typing) I forgot it!!! It was beautiful, it seemed like the purpose for it's exisistence was for me to rant about it. I had it's faults listed in points perfectly in my head, all I had to do was write it down. But of course, it had to disappear the momment I considered that, otherwise you'd be reading a brilliant article worthy of the New York Times about why that speech sucks, and instead you're reading a long rant about why you're not reading that instead, and you're noticing the amount of run-on sentences in it as well. Oh well, it's partly you're fault for trusting me so much. Peace.

The Good Die First

Here is a statistically inaccurate, opinionated, and stereotypical statement. Firstly, we have to consider what is the definition of "good" in this quote. How do you judge a person to whether they are "good" or "bad", since we all do bad things and think bad thoughts at some/many points in time? Is a "good" person one who has done more "good" deeds, that is to say, one who has helped others more, or resisted more temptation? If so, where do you draw the line between "good" and "bad"?
Now, statiscally, who actually counted the order in which good and bad people died? I want to see a pie chart or a line graph or soemthing, please.
The stereotype is in the worldview idea that because bad people are tougher, stronger, and sometimes smarter than good people. But how often is true? Because the smartest bad guys aren't the flashy ones like the Joker in Batman. Their the ones who's crimes can't be discovered. The very fact that we know what our biggest criminals look like and what they've done shows that our biggest crimminals aren't as great as they seem, they can just hide really well. However, considering the size of this world, there's plenty of places to hide. The other stereotype is that good people are naive and softhearted, and therefore they'd die first easy. But let's also consider what God has in store for those who believe in His son's sacrifice, those who are also often considered 'goody-goodies'. Let's also consider what will happen to those who don't. So who's really dying?

Time is Money

Ok, so who was the idiot who said time was money? Because I'd like to have a nice chat with him. Or her. Or it. Time was never money. I suppose you can say money was time, but that's hardly an accurate metaphor either.
I mean, it's not like there's a person you can go to and say "Hey, I'd like to buy back that hour when I did my homework that day and redo it, because I got a 20% on that assignment..." You can only pay for the time you spend with another, and that's only for some occupations. Sure, time wasted is costly, but the cost goes beyond monetary value, because you're never gonna get that time back. A single millisecond could be crucial.
If a nuclear bomb was miscalculated by a second, it might go into the sea instead of on land, if it were to attack an island. A split second movement could make a bullet go into a nonvital part of someone's body. But it's not like, if you miss that second, you can just by it back with say, $50.
It would be very nice if you could buy back time, but it would also kinda suck because no one will ever learn from their mistakes. Also, criminals can never get caught, because all they'd have to do is buy back some time. For time to be a tradeable thing would probably be one of the most dangerous things in the world, because you can right all your mistakes, but not everyone will have good motives for doing so. So there's some food for thought for you.

Our Love/Hate Relationship with Time

Sometimes, we think of time as the best thing in the world, and sometimes we wish it didn't exist. The following illustrate both views.
Love= Lawyer: *thinks to himself* 5...4...3...2...1! Yes! 1 hour! That's $300 for me!
Hate= Student: Crap, that's due today. (enough said)
Love= It's dessert time!!!
Hate= Are we there yet?
Love= I'm 21 today!
Hate= I'm 89 today...
Either way, time is uavoidable. It's just there. Too bad.

Out with the old! (not)

As students, we are constantly pressured by our teachers to learn about the ways of the old, and see how awesome the world today is compared to that. It seems like the world was so different back then....back where technology ceased to exist and we still thought that fire was a pretty cool discovery. But how different are we from our ancient ancestors really?
"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers."
Guess who said that! And no, it wasn't your mom, dad, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, or 50 year old hippo. In fact, this quote is from the long deceased mummy of Socrates, 400 BC. Good to know that we youth haven't lost our spirit in 2409 years, eh?

My Dreams of Better Tomorrows

I dream of a better tomorrow where chickens can cross the road without needing their motives. I dream of a better tomorrow where you receive real bacon when you push the button.
I dream of a better tomorrow where studying doesn't consist of "student" and "dying"
I dream of a better tomorrow where trees can fall without being questioned about the sound they make
I dream of a better tomorrow where telephone poles can be square
I dream of a better tomorrow where doorknobs aren't so round and tedious
I dream of a better tomorrow where people STOP STEALING OUR DIAMONDS! LEAVE US ALONE!!!!!
I dream of a better tomorrow where my dreams of better tomorrows actually come true.