Ok, so I know that there are alot of things to be thinking about. But quite frankly, I don’t really want to worry. Seriously, I don’t. I know where I’m supposed to go, and whether others want me to go there or not is none of my concern. Or theirs. I am not going to share where exactly I am going because I don’t want to have to waste any time listening to other people tell me what they think I should do with myself. Time is short and you can’t just buy more of it. So I’m going to… Well, you’ll just have to wait and see.
Anyway, I just wanted to rant on a couple of things, and if you feel like listening to nonsense and reason being married together stay tuned.
First of all, I just wanted to point out that science fiction cannot be intertwined with fantasy. It just totally takes away from the science! It bothers me when I am looking for a good sci-fi book and I have to sort through fantasy books as well. Or how about fantasy books labeled as science fiction! What? Is there going to be an alien riding a unicorn? No! Okay, now get this. Here is my list of “stuff” that can help people out there distinguish between SCIENCE FICTION and FANTASY:
SCIENCE FICTION (the science that we wish we had, also HAS TO DO WITH SCIENCE!!!)
1. Space aliens
2. Government conspiracies
3. Super hero-type stuff (like people who fall into toxic waste and get super hero powers)
4. Technology we don’t have yet (shrink rays, stuff like that)
FANTASY
1. Fairies (winged people who can fly, also spelled “faeries”, this includes fairies with “magic” that cannot be explained, are totally different from super heros)
2. Wizards and the like (i.e. Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia… etc.)
3. Creatures that aren’t space aliens (like “made-up” ones - centaurs, dragons, etc.)
4. Any type of “magic” (”magic” and science cannot be combined,
Okay, I’m partially over that now…
Next in line is politics.
I am tired of people telling me how they think I should go about in life. If they want to do it that bad then THEY should do it! If you don’t like something, then fine, don’t do it. But don’t expect me to go about thinking that that’s the way things should be. Sheesh!
Anyway, now that that’s out of my system, anybody want cookies?
Alot can be said about this up coming election. Well, okay, maybe not. All I know is that in the year 2036 a new candidate will come… hopefully.
Okay, so here’s the low down. I want to run for a political office, so I am going to try my hand at mayor first. If I discover that I actually like doing the job, I might try again. At an even bigger office.
Republican? Democratic? I think not! I am part of the LOFY (Looking Out For You) party. Our “mascot” is a giraffe. Simple enough. On my Myspace is a picture of the “logo”. Only you have to be listed as a friend because I have my profile set to private.
Some might ask “Where do you stand on this such and such issue?”
And I say back to them that I would have to look further into the issue to get both “sides” of the story to be able to give them an educated answer.
Anyway, enough with the formalities. Here’s a video I found on Youtube that should warn us all of who to vote for exactly in this up coming Presidential election:
There are some things that I wish I could watch. I like sci-fi, fantasy (not dark fantasy), and spy thrillers. But every time I go to watch them, I get this “ehhhh” feeling inside. So I try (okay, maybe not all the time) to not watch it. I remember Rev. Ben Gaspard speaking about how when he was watching war story type movies and the Holy Spirit told him not to watch it and that it was something about a spirit of fear. I think about all the movies that made me sit on the edge of my seat, and I wonder if I’m not supposed to watch them. I went up one time and Ben (God through him) said that I would have to “cut some things away (or off).” The only problem (it’s not really a problem persay) is that it’s addictive. If I watch “Monk”, for example, I tend to act just like him. I remember when I watched “A Series of Unfortunate Events” and I walked out thinking and acting just the way Violet acted. I know the right thing to do. I cannot disobey. Hmmm…. This is… Hmmm….
Truth be told to many a few
who stand and preach in front of a pew.
Truth be found by many who spy
by hearing and seeing behind the lie.
Truth be said by pure rational
by many who seek some hidden morale.
Truth be lost when confusion is found
by second’s story dug up from the ground.
By: Mallory Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Some things are just best left unthought…
There is a fight, there is a fight,
I go to sleep to pass the night.
Since I don’t know what to do,
I play games and watch tv too.
The feeling there that is inside
seems too small or wants to hide.
I have a choice there is a way
I’ll find it out the next day.
Passing time to make time fly,
Hadn’t even said goodbye.
Pastimes left, things forgotten,
I take a choice and feel down trodden.
Turn around and bump a wall,
turn again and take a fall.
Looking up for Help again,
I grab a hand and find a Friend.
By: Mallory Jordan
All Rights Reserved
As I watched “Chuck” on NBC last night, I often wondered if there really are some people out there who live, day to day, exciting lives. People who always seem to make it out of an accident or gun fight nothing but a few scratches. People who seem to get out of a burning building just in time, or always get a great idea that works the first time. But you see, Hollywood’s characters aren’t the only ones who experience miraculous things like that. There are people all over the world who, when they trust God, experience the same things as Hollywood’s best. People with nothing left seem to be given money or find money on the ground or just somehow make it. If it can be imagined it can happen. There were people in 9-11 who saw the building crash down right on top of them, and they came out with barely a scratch. There were people who survived being picked up by tornadoes and set back down, unharmed. Floods, earthquakes, avalanches, all were lived through by people who could tell the tale.
I was about to open up a can of peas to eat for dinner, when a thought occured to me:
The Tin Man
I stood there in the kitchen thinking about this, and I thought “Well, it’s not really the Tin Man, well, maybe just his head.”
But then I thought, “But wait, this could be a Baby Tin Man!”
Only it still had no body, so, “It’s a Tin Man seed for planting a Tin Man tree!”
Ah, that made all the more sense as I pictured someone planting this can of peas into the ground and, *POP!* up comes a Tin Man Tree with Baby Tin Mans all over it.
Now that I think about it, if I planted a, say, can of carrots, would I get a bunch of Tin Mans with orange hair, instead of pea green, that I’d have to pull out of the ground?
Would Tin Mans even have hair? You can never tell because he always has an oil thing on the top of his head.
And what if he’s just using that to cover up a bald spot?
It would be really mean to take off the poor thing’s “hat” just to check the color of his hair, when, come to find out, he has none?
I’ll just let you all think about this bit of nonsense that popped up into my head and you can write a dissertation on it, due Tuesday. Ha!
Okay, my first Math 109 test was today…
Oww… My head…
This pains of trying to remember what that long- ow - test was about still pound in my head…
I think I am going to start writing in my Journal/Diary again. I intend to put things that the public eye should not know about in it. Things such as dreams, thoughts, etc.
I will let you know one thing: I have been trying to overcome daydreaming, for just a thought can expound without notice, a tune into a intricate symphony. The ability to imagine things about me on and off is uncanny. I have done this on multiple occasions just to imagine the inside of my dome house, to take and make measures of it for a floorplan I plan to make. Another happens when stuck in traffic. I would just love to flit up and out of the sun roof of the car and over traffic. I imagine myself with my newest invention, tromping down I-10, gliding further down the road and then into the air. No one knows the thoughts that have gone through my head. One time I even tried to change the color of my bedroom wall. All of this thrill at my expense. My mind seems to want to dart from one thing to another, topic to topic, oblivious to the fact that I do not even want to. To make it concentrate on one thing at a time is a constant task. My conscience forbids me to daydream, so tension always seems to be high. I honestly do not know if readers will understand the predicament I seemed to have placed myself in. Whether this is natural or self-brought is unknown to me, nor do I wish to know. But the answer will come soon I am sure.