La vita è bella

Terrific film!

Findings

Going through my past writings, I find that I usually hate what I have written in the way it is written because I now know better than I did then. But seriously, some of my posts are the funniest things I have read in a while. I just don't know why I'm not to this level yet (pardon the language, I think he's British, so maybe they are not really bad swears?).

Holy my goodness

I love this song mainly because it just doesn't end. So great. I have no clue why this band just entered my radar, but I love them. So much.

I can be passive aggressive

I have an English teacher who I less than like. He told us to write a paper answering a question: How long does one wait before eating Peeps? He deeply implied that he wanted the focus to be patience, but he never expressed it, just implied it. I am such a snairch.

A Philosophical Journey Through and To Peeps

Throughout human history, man has strived for one thing above almost anything else: food. This quest, once it became a constant, transformed into a journey to find the most decadent flavors possible. Man found sugar, one of the most prized palette tantalizers ever to be consumed. Through thousands of years of refinement, mankind created a substance unbeknownst to the world: the marshmallow. A creature under extreme scrutiny, the lowly sugar confectionary sought a higher state of being. In the year of 1953 A.D, 1100 years after the birth of the marshmallow and 2800 years after the use of sugar in diets, the two products melded into one final definitive creation: Peeps. 

It has been stated that, although the candy Peeps is delicious in its own right, one must wait a certain amount of time to properly enjoy these heaven sent creations. To these soothsayers and concubines one must say, “Nay!” Since man first roamed the earth thousands of years ago, he has been striving for the ultimate of ultimates: the one delicacy to rule them all. Through the refiner’s fire only one treat has made it: Peeps. Why, therefore, should man wait another few days to enjoy the ambrosia that for so long stayed out of man’s reach? Who are we, the product of generations of struggling mortals, striving for this holy grail, who are we to hold our noses up for any longer than we must? In what world does this ignorance do justice to those who never had the opportunity to enjoy this manufactured goodness? Not the world where you would like to live. To the people who depreciate the value of instant sugar covered goodness, I say, “NO MORE!” We must immediately plunge into the heavenly velvet, the manna from heaven, in order to truly do justice to our ancestors. The instant that seal breaks, we must do more that sit idly by. We must take action. This is my plea. Amen.

Desire

I wish I lived back with Da Vinci. I wish the world were harder to live in but simpler to master. Where anything could be true because nothing was known to be. I wish that I could be one of the first to think about how the world works and not just simply how to live in it. I wish that I could discuss with Michelangelo. I wish I could theorize with Socrates. I wish that I were the person to inspire revolutions. I wish I could muse with John Locke. I wish I could study van Gogh at work.
I wish I didn't live where everything was so immediate and therefore so hard to be original. I wish the world were a place that didn't have everything solved for me. I wish I could go back.

But I cannot. The world is what it has become and I have had an extremely small impact on the world in the seventeen years I've lived in it. But that doesn't mean that originality is dead. That doesn't mean that greatness is over, that the world is going downhill. If anything being original in this version of the world, the world where originality is almost impossible, is more commendable than the work of Demosthenes.

The base is what we look to for inspiration, but it is never the prettiest part of the building. The beauty is in the final touches, the details that someone else might overlook. The swirling staircase or the striking chandelier. The foundation was not put there to be recreated or longed for, it was put there to build on. We must be ever striving to improve everything around us.
Although some say it is a lost cause, know that originality is ever forthcoming. It cannot be stopped because non-originality is never complete. One can recreate work in the exact in the same process the original was made. The result may be the same, but the journey is guaranteed to be different.

 Strive to be original. Da Vinci painted masterpieces and Plato drew a mental universe. But you have something no one else has: your perspective of the world that can create anything it wants. Do what you can to create a new world. The foundation may be poured, the house may be built, the furniture may even be placed, but even Michelangelo added the last of the Sistine Chapel. You may not make a huge impact, but your creation will be more beautiful than what any of our predecessors did and what any of our posterity could do for the simple fact that it was made by you.

Insomnia

I just realized I have posted six times in the last 50ish days. That is not good. Sorry. I think I am an insomniac. I don't ever go to bed. I can sleep whenever, wherever, but when it comes down to it, I don't want to go to bed sometimes.
Also, I learned a new word: peripatetic. It means basically what this post is about. I thought it applied to me well.
I worked all day today. I spent 5 hours fixing the lawn mower then was told to mow the lawn. Ah. I went all out though, mowing to the best of my abilities, weeding, and weed whacking. I ended the day's work with a sunburn on the back of my neck and a blister on my throttle thumb (it rubs on the lawnmower handle if the throttle is applied, which is something I apply liberally). I love the smell of arms after a shower. So great.
I spent the evening with people I wouldn't say were my demographic, but it was very enjoyable. I chatted with a six year old one upper and I think she has a crush on me. I sucked it up at volleyball. I found out my choir friends wasted their tournament, two 1st places and one 3rd. They did well.
I love my friends. I am glad to have them. I have a few friends I could tell anything to and I am glad I have them.
I kicked a cactus into Trevor Ward's exposed heel one year at scout camp. That girl is ridiculously beautiful.
I must say goodnight, because I am dead. Like completely beat. I love you. Goodnight, internet.

Suckishness

Sorry this has been the most boring blog in the freaking world lately. I have not really had the time to write that I wish I had. For example, on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I was gone for fourteen hours. WIth the exception of 9 hours last night, I got a total of 15 hours of sleep. I have had math up the wazoo and it kind of sucks.

But I have had some good stuff in my life. I had an undying hatred for someone at the beginning of the week who I now love (not that I trust him, you can love somebody and still not trust them).  I also have been rocking it at work and tore apart more computers in two hours on Tuesday than I usually did all day when I started working there.

I also took a math test on Friday that I felt went really well. It was fun. Ha. Just kidding. Math is never fun. I made doughnuts (I don't like the other spelling, "donuts") from scratch on Monday. Devil's Food Cake and they were delicious.

I watched the edited version of IMDB's #10 highest rated film, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I have yet to finish it, but I really like it. Great acting, great cinematography, and great directing. Jack Nicholson is a visionary with some of the scenes he made up. But don't watch it unedited. I could tell a lot of editing was done and I would not watch it if I did not have AMC's editing prowess backing me up.

I also went to Washington D.C. and Nashville, Tennessee last week for spring break. I ate so much food last Thursday and Friday, I almost exploded. Thursday night I had the bright idea to go running after eating beyond a normal person's capacity. I went into the hotel exercise room which had a whole wall with windows into the pool area, where there were a couple of teenagers.
After a quarter mile, I felt as though my everything was going to die, so I wisely stopped running as to avoid exploding ribs and smoked turkey onto the carpet. As I sat and composed my stomach, I realized that the teenagers had taken notice of me. But, the only thing they had seen was me running at a leisurely pace for a quarter mile that resting for a long time. Needless to say, I felt like a spaz. Then for a reason unknown to any scientific proofs or religious revelations or philosophical discoveries, one of the girls waved at me. I made sure she was waving at me (it had to be me because I was the only one it could've been), then awkwardly waved back. Cool story.

There is this girl I like who I haven't seen for a majority of the past two weeks because of vacations and stuff. She is just the best. This is going to sound super cliche, but she brings the best out of me. With her beautiful expressions (seriously, I have never seen anyone else who cannot contort their face into an ugly look, but regardless of what she does, her face is always beyond perfect), she really makes me want to be as perfect as she is. I am so grateful for my friendship with her and would not trade it for anything (except maybe a flying DeLorean with a flux capacitor). Seriously though, best person award goes to her.

This has been my life for the past two weeks. I have had a great time and a horrible time. I have wanted to sing, "Hallelujah," and I've wanted to shoot a burro. But all in all, I'd say it was a worthwhile time.

P.S. Also, I started a novel that I will be sharing soon.

FOR CLAY

My friend, Clayton Ellis, just got called on a mission to Montreal, Canada, French speaking. So I am writing this. That is all.

Just kidding. Ha. He probably doesn't know this, but the Duclos family traces it's roots to the Montreal area. I am of French Canadian decent. I am pretty sure we are from his area, but I could be wrong. I also believe that there are lots of Duclos' living in that area. So Clay, I better have at least fifty Mormon cousins from Canada in two years and a few months. Seriously though, I am glad you are going. Maybe you tell people your friends with a Duclos and they feed you. It could happen. You are awesome and a great example to me. Thanks for all you do.

Also, there is a Brockville in your area. I just thought that was pretty funny.