Well, my school's graduation was today. Unfortunately, they only managed to get one beachball in, which was sad because they even saved it until all the names had been read instead of throwing them out in the middle of the ceremony. Happily, there were more bouncy balls this year than ever. I counted at least seven - and two rolls of toilet paper.
Someone tried to take five beachballs in, but they were all confiscated. Pity.
Yes, I know, that's all I cared about. I had reservations about going but mom assured me I would no longer live at her house if I did not attend. So, being the good sport I am, I went.
In other news, I'm leaving for Europe on Monday. We're flying out of Baltimore (we will be arriving back there in time to go to Paul Conrade's wedding) and will be visiting Germany, the Flemmish part of Belgium, and England/Wales/Ireland over a period of three weeks. We'll be backpacking most of the way, so of course I brought along the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy to reassure me of how normal our trip actually is. Perhaps along the way I can learn to throw myself at the ground and miss on accident.
Wow you're going to Europe?! I'd love to go Ireland alone but all those countries sound fabulous. I hope you have lots of unusual adventures along the way. =)
I was driving home a few minutes ago when I realized something odd. Cars that I passed outside of city limits kept dimming their lights for me. That means they recognized me. They realized that I existed and realized that there was a living human being inside the moving metal - and that the human being needed to be able to see. Some random person whom i have never met just crossed my path and we both recognized each other's existance. Have you ever considered wo could have been driving that other car? Have you ever considered where they might be going? Where they came from? Who they were? Their background?
That person could have been anyone. A neighbor, a friend, a police officer, a lawyer, a college student, your future husband or wife, Chuck Norris, an actress, someone who will be famous sometime.
And for that brief moment, they were thinking of me. We even shared the same thought - each other.
The same can be told of schoolmates. All of them will grow up and become random people. Some of them will become famous. And you'll have known them - and they'll have known *you*.
And you know what the weirdest thing is?
I'll be one of those people. You all, my dear friends, are talking to someone who will be famous. Laugh if you must, call it conceited, but there are too many amazing things going on in my mind for it not to be true.
The fact is clear. I. Will. Be. Famous. All of my teachers that I had in school, all of my classmates will see me on the television, or see my work, or read my work, or play my work, and think to themselves... Wow!! I knew her! Or wow! I read her blog. She was my friend on pleonast. I went to camp with her! Wow! I wonder if she was the daughter that I gave up! People that passed me on the road and dimmed their lights for me will have known me. The crazy part is that they'll never know it. And I won't know that I passed Chuck Norris on the way home today.
Do you REALLY know who you interact with? I mean...really.
So I was contemplating how far technology has come in just my lifetime. Right now computers are only changing in harddrive space and trying to get the parts more compact. MP3 Players and phones are competing for smallest size while still having massive amounts of storage space. Video game systems change in shape and design.
But CARS! Cars still have so far to go. I'm actually ... EXCITED to imagine what will happen to them over the next 10 years. The rise in gas prices should be prompting companies to design vehicles that will make up for it. Between cars running on water, hydrogen, and corn, there is definately plenty of space to work. Lord willing I will still be around to see and drive a "car of the future". I am so grateful that He gave man the power to invent things of this magnitude. Trees, flowers, sky, water, it's all so beautiful, but what the human mind can come up with blows them all away. Sure, you may look at technology as if it's metal or plastic, but knowing how they work, and how it got to that point, and where it can still go...That all came from somebody's MIND. We transformed lifeless silicon into something that can store words, music, video, and we can watch it all happen right in front of us. On a screen. This was created by things that came from a bare earth. No magic. Imagine the rocks in your backyard. It's materials like that which make up everything on your desk right now. Given to us by God.
Wow. Just one more thing that couldn't have been created by chance. Give me a monkey with 98.7% of the same DNA and have it build me something. They've been around for longer than us, the timelines say, so how come humans are the only things that have figured out how to build computers?
Anyway, enough rambling. I got kinda off my original topic, so I'll abruptly turn back. I can't wait!! It's like A WHOLEEEEE NEEEWWWW WORRLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
I have returned to both offer you insight and to bring desired information about what happens in the life of a lullaby. Nothing movitates me to post here except extreme frustration - and currently I am frustrated by annoying pixels on my computer that mean nothing in the real world. It's also all Hallow's Eve to a particularly morbid holiday that I keep.
For starters, my room. My parents possibly had their hopes too high when they first created my room. They wished for a daughter of the Highest Girly Order and, alas, were ignored. But I ended up with pink carpet anyway.
Now, being the cost conscious person that I am, I never even dreamed of replacing carpet. I mean, that's much too expensive, much too time consuming, and much too...much!
But the time has come. College is afoot - the start of a new Chapter in life. The start of a new season of ... being in college. So my room, like my computers, is undergoing a marvelous reformatting. I have removed as much furniture as I dared. Gone is my bookcase, my sundry baskets, and random "things". Well, as much of it as I dared to throw away.
The walls will be repainted with some sort of landscape in an attempt to trick myself into thinking my room is actually both in the open air, and huge. Every room needs rolling valleys.
The carpet is intended to turn green. I like green. Give me trees, give me grass, give me neon green paint. It's a marvelous color. I could marry it. (And it might be no coinencidence that the X-Box, the game system with the most games that meet my standards, is green in color)
And now for the insight I have become painfully aware of a discovery : Luck seems to have a recharge time. You might call this stupid, and tell me that I have been playing too many video games, but from observing my own life that's how it seems to roll.
I'm lucky for some time, until it crashes. Then, it climbs to almost where it was, and plunges down again. It spirals into the depths of bottomless pits and stainedglass windows.
They say only the good die young. I propose that this is because the "good" waste all their alloted luck in the beginning of their lives and have none left to keep them into old age. Those that win big lotteries also exercise this lack of luck following them. Satan has a large part in this, but he can't manipulate everything on the face of the earth. He can't say whether or not that heroine you're shooting is going to give you a bad reaction and kill you. He just gets you to try it. He can't say whether or not taking that drink of alcohol is going to cause you to crash. He can hope, and tempt you to drink it, but I believe your own luck has to do with whether or not you'll take down one of the good that's destined to die young.
Anyway, now I'm just blabbering. I'm sure you get the idea now, and can contemplate this for yourself at your leisure.
/end rant
I shall resign myself to typing up another story to clear up more folder space.
Warning : Opening 44 files at once may cause your computer to run slowly.
Here is a marvelously depressing poem/song to mull over in my absence. By the time you 1. discover this post and 2. discover the meaning of my poem, it might be time for a new post again.
Jill, Jill
What did you see?
I saw a boy with his back to me Jill, Jill
What did you do?
I pushed him down like children do Jill, Jill
What do you know
I watched him slip in the melting snow Jill, Jill
Up on the hill
Who did you kill?
Find the pail
Find the crown
Soon you’ll be
Where Jack lies down
Jack, Jack
Where are you at?
I saw you standing at the top of the hill
Jack, Jack
Please come back
What are you doing lying in the field?
I fell down and hit my head
Jill thought I was dead
She buried me in the cold, cold ground
And then she took my crown
Take the pail
Take the crown
Because soon you’ll be
Where Jack lies down
Jill, Jill
Your guilt is true
I see the crown stained through
Was it on purpose, or a fatal mistake?
It doesn’t matter when a life you take
So sell the pail
And sell the crown
Soon you’ll be
Where Jack lies down
I'm going to ask something probably wrong, but is that picture from the game Myst? You're room sounds like it's going to be amazing...you should put up pictures when you're done. :-) Good luck!
I will...uh...*never*...discover the meaning of this poem! I wouldn't even try!! But I'm glad you posted and are preparing for college...oh, to be young again... :) Of course, based on your poem, all I have left is for a Jill to push me down the hill...At least I can enjoy the occassional flashes of green grass as I roll on down the hill...
...and the cookies go to...MY THREE YEAR OLD WINXP DELL INSTALL DISK (a legal copy!)
Whoever said newer is better is WRONG! Apparently something clashed with my motherboard, so the install disk that my friend had forced me into using (he claimed it would fix the problem to start) had an error booting. I just popped in the install disk that I got from this laptop which I love so very very much and ... poof! It booted the disk and I was able to run Check Disk...which repaired some unspecified errors. Hurray for ancient legal copies!
Anyway, for you non-computer-saavy people, that means it's working again. Thanks to Erik/Eric (however he spells his name) for trying to help, and he can have some cookies anyway, because I doubt this disk will get much use out of them :D
I believe you spell my name AWESOME or perhaps SUPER-COOL or even SMARTEST-COOLEST-MOST-AWESOME-PERSON-I'VE-EVER MET. At least, that's how those who know me spell it! :)
But I'm glad your 'puter is a 'puter and not a paper weight. Now you can use it to save the world! (Or at least save us from having to gander at your 'fine MS paint production.') Ugh! :P
