imagine.type.live.love.

My mind or, maybe my body (I could just be going crazy) but I feel so disconnected, kind of like my mind isn't there. When I'm driving, I don't feel I'm driving; but I am dragged by an invisible force across the bare, grating, oil-stained pavement. In fact, I feel like the time between destinations was a dream, an imaginative, lavish fantasy of cross-country driving. Howver, i know it not true. In addition, I have to wake much too early--6:30 in the morning, after waking up at 9 or 10 for the past 9 months. It's a bit of a lifestyle change, heightened by the biting sound of my phones alarm clock at 6:30 in the morning. Despite the wreckless mind or lack of cognition, I'm glad to be back at school. It feels good to be educating my young, ripe, fresh mind. I want to be knowledged, that's why I'm eductaing myself. Because of this work, I feel good about the constructiveness being displayed in my life. I guess the whole disconnected feeling will take some adjustment, to say the least.

posted by M.A.  # 10:17 AM 0 Comments

I'm home this afternoon from school. I wish I could be doing something porductive; however, I have no books, yet. Some are at my parents house, which I plan to go to this evening. Plus, I'm ordering some books from online, so that may take some time. But, I'll get a sweet deal on the book prices.

Anyway, enough of that school, book, etc. talk. I wrote a poem last night after posting my blog. You can check out the poem here. IT's written in html, so you can view it with a web browser, or, if your the computer, techie, or hacker type, then open it in an html viewer or notepad and bask in it's natural, naked html splendour. It's fairly short, but it gave me a way to express how I was feeling. And that's what the arts are for, to express emotion, to express feelings, to express ideas, to express thoughts, to express pains, everything. God gave us arts to even praise him with. In fact, in the Bible, one of the first persons that God bestows heavenly gifts upon, the person recieves the gift of craftsmanship and art. So, there must be something special about art. That's why, I believe, it is so important for kids and adults to be active in the arts. It's such an easy means or medium to express our emotion-rich lives in a manner that we can understand. Often times people think they're not artistic because they can't draw; well, don't draw--splatter paint, glue strange things to a board, take weird framed pictures of grass, be creative, write a poem, write a story, write a letter, write some sweet, stupid, useless program in c/c++, invent a way to make cars more efficient. It doesn't really matter what you do; just be creative.

posted by M.A.  # 10:35 AM 0 Comments

I just finished watching Kung Fu Hustle. It has such sweet visual and special effects. I don't want to say to much about the movie just watch it, for pleasure of silly kung fu movies or for the sweet effects.

Sometimes I wonder why girlfriends can be so difficult. Don't get me wrong, girlfriends are amazing, but, sometimes, they are so difficult. But, it seems to always be in the same areas of a relationship--time. Girlfriends always want more time. Time for what. I don't get it. Time to sleep? Time to eat? What for? I just don't understand.

posted by M.A.  # 10:51 PM 1 Comments

I've got such an early class this year on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It's at 7 freakin' 30 in the morning. In addition to being so dang early, the classroom was freakin' 65 degrees, freezing practically--which aided my sleepiness. But, for the most part, it's an interesting class, that is Human Anatomy. I really regret eating breakfast this morning after that horribly, even deathly, early class. I could have used some bacon, biscuits, and gravy. Ummm-huh. That would have been sweet.

posted by M.A.  # 4:20 PM 0 Comments

Yes, it was Sarah and my three and a half year anniversary. And as usually, we had a mild argument. It just seems to happen. More than likely, I'm the one who initiates such a quarrel or discussion. But, it always works out in the end. I usually just smile--that's the classic move. However, when that fails, I, of course, have to get serious and apologize. I'm always relieved when I can no longer see the view of my fiery death by the hand of a beautiful young lady. Take note guys, just give in and apologize; tell her you love her.

Today, I'm moving back into to my old roomates house, just for the week. School is starting! She and her husband are letting my roomate, which is her brother, and me stay there for school this week. How nice of a big sis'!

posted by M.A.  # 2:57 PM 0 Comments

It's funny the things you think of at work. People take medicine. Some people take medicines. However, they continually get the same medicine(s) every month to treat their alleged ailments, when most ailments can be fixed or cured through a lifestyle change. I know! I know! not all diseases can be treated by lifestyle changes. But, a good amount, let's say a large amount, of diseases can actually be cured, not by medicines, but by lifestyles. We as humans--I should actually point at, we, Americans--are addicted to the symptom-alleviator (I wonder if I coined that or not). I'm all for medications to alleviate symptoms while a lifestyle change is being made. But, just plain taking medication to make you feel good, that I'm slamming in the sand with a baseball bat. I just don't like. As humans, we should be striving for curing diseases and ailments, not treating a symptom. Why?

This is why I wonder if I should be a pharmacist or not. I feel like I'm aiding in this never ending destructive path of millions of Americans. I'm not blaming any single individual or organization; we are all to blame. Maybe I could find a cure to something and sell at low cost to help the world. That has always been one of my dreams--to get a noble peace prize or some sort of national or international award for doing something great for mankind. Maybe.

posted by M.A.  # 2:36 PM 0 Comments

This is my very first post on Blogger.com. How exciting! I needed a blog, you know? to share with the world my ideas. Ideas should be free. Our experiences should be free. Our inventions, our source code--all right, all right, I'm getting a little to philosphical on my first blog; I'll save that for 002.

posted by M.A.  # 4:19 PM 0 Comments