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Prolonged nothingness has slowly over the last month taken shape into a tangible form and is even now managing to weave itself into a garment that has unfortunately taken a liking to me and follows at my heels. Because I am currently feeling terribly uninspired to write for my philosophy exam I am writing here, throwing up a hope that in my random finger tappings I'll find some meaning or reason to be.
I checked out Ender's Game from the library since I have been unable to get Xenocide from anywhere. I'm taking better notes this time around, and after reading Speaker for the Dead there is still the same sense of amazement at how awesome these books are.
Part of my own fault has been watching more series on youtube and getting music. These so far have been a disruption that I continue to use.
There is frustration that I'm not doing anything. I'm not learning anything, I'm not taking in anything, I feel barely alive. The things I do do not have any effect on my surroundings, and if they do, there are many secrets that I am not privy to.
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it is now May, and I found this draft while looking once again for inspiration and meaning to be. Xenocide was a useful book and helped a little. Right now time management is still a large problem as I keep finding myself spending large amounts of time either watching people play Smash Bros, or doing something else in which my presence does not matter. Reconnectedness is slipping into a concentrated individualism and putting on the blinders as the relationships around me become less insistent, and can just drift or sit there if that is to be.

Stalin

Floating

I have noticed that over this past week I have been feeling more and more....away from people. I hope that I am not resurfacing the humans are units of meat line of thinking. I have been traped in school and have not been able to play video games, or read books that I need too. I feel like I should be writing more here to better explain this so that I can understand, but I am also feeling a little not motivated to do much of anything. I should go to sleep but I won't just yet.

Note to self: today was stupid

pros: did not cut off fingers, despite math, am still alive.

cons: got stitches, had an imaginary homework grade that applied only to me. I was not even there. I got a zero. Got a D on a math quiz where I have same answers of some one with a B. English teacher for AP lit. cannot handle words with multiple definitions (Ex: flowery). failure has come up and reared its ugly head. Apparently now that I've been accepted to a college, I will now just be subject to ridiculously stupid scenarios whose main goal is stopping me from going to college by any means necessary.
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Coming and Going

It is currently 630 am, but I feel moved to write something at the moment so I think that I will. Not having to worry about college related things any more has greatly decreased my stress levels down to about what things were like fall last year. I don't have to worry about grades too much, but that isn't taking root as much as I thought it would. I have decided that this second semester is going to be more productive that the first, so I am going to be reading more books and playing more video games hopefully.
There is a more dense and metallic feeling about this second turn. More singular. That being said Whitman can not come soon enough. I am almost ready mentally to feel the crushing sensation of learning. Philosophy classes at UW and psych at school, no matter how simplistic is a nice change of events that I can see will help me keep a good stream of consciousness. Trees of a familiar wood surround me, but their individual trunks are different from the normal. I am not particularly here or there, and at the same time I don't find myself too unsettled. I should learn how to find resources though if I expect to find my way back.


I hope this is not a deadly circle.
At least I have a rock.

YEEEESSSSS!!!!

OMG!

Pie Day!

Apparently there's a council.

Curse you math.

Worry

Ah yes. There you are. And to think I almost started living without you.

Precedents

Working on this post has been troublesome. I had an idea that has slipped just before I started writing so I hope it comes back to me. Pictures have been helping I think.
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And with that I remember.

title: Speaker for the Dead.

True to its title, ironically prompted by a teacher who had other plans, I remembered how to like reading and thinking in a way I'm used to. With the opening possibilities of second, and last semester at Kohler, I believe that I can begin to start being better at completing, and doing. I can start reading again at the least. At least at the moment I'm tranquil with how things are, which is probably healthy. I have enough school work to keep me oriented, but not enough to keep me constricted. I still hate offices. I suppose there is more of a settling feeling. But at the same time the idea of colored ribbons, and ancient ruins push themselves forth. At the least, I can camp and stay put, so I will try to. I feel as if my hands are steady enough at the moment that maybe I could take some of those first steps. Paying attention while remembering the spoonful of oil I hold.

The dual reason for this post is to keep me in practice. I have become lax. And my mental powers are paying the price. I must stay sharp. I must stay prepared, and I must adapt to survive, and survive to adapt. I need to remember the reconnectedness I felt not so long ago and grab onto it fully. The Speaker of the Dead reminded me of this. I know it is true because he said it. Maybe I just want it to be true. I still wish that there was a way to at least see things for what they are. I think I am very bad at this. When people speak, I wish instead of hearing their words, I could just understand. I don't care what they say. I want to understand what they mean, and in turn, that they know what I mean.

The Rebirth of the Beginning of the End

(winter playlist
swim
the resolution
17 seconds to anywhere)
Another year has past, and I am still not up to the task of actually fulfilling the plans I set down for myself. Looking back at a previous post, This is one aspect that has not in the least changed. I feel as if the ability that I've had in the past to say meaningful things to myself to help jump start thought an ingenuity have some what dimmed. Mostly because of lack of practice, and not clearing my head before I write these. I have not written enough down, and in turn, will forget too much that should not be. Whatever my rooftop level of thought is has very rarely been able to yell down to the rest of the world what it is, and it is often heard in a way that is unclear. Despite things being slightly disappointing in that regard, equilibrium has still been more than possible, and more great groups are beginning to come into being. Stability is not necessarily part of that, but it has also creeped into places where I'd like it or not. I wish there was a better way to make myself understand what is going on.
A man who holds a snow globe may be witness to a great spectacle and insight to a great city, but mourns that he does not know France, and the Eiffel tower trapped inside. They are not the same, but he is still so close, how much more would it take to let it slip, or to create a new reality?
A friend of mine told me to keep an eye on both the oil, and my surroundings. I believe myself to have been looking somewhere in between, not on one or the other. This has maybe been the least efficient way to do things, but at the least it has been monitored.
Wall-e has probably been the most useful thing I have paid attention to this entire year. There was so much truth and connections confined into a small little robot I can barely comprehend it. It made things real. While last year may have been one of Great Realization, This was one of Great Attempts at Internalizing those realizations. I just hope that understanding those internalizations doesn't take a whole year.

Lack of too little time.

It has come to my attention that I am writing about half as much as I did last year, and with less quality of posts. As an early year resolution, I hope to be able to write things down more so that I don't need to be stuck wishing I could remember.
I don't take pictures nearly as much anymore either. I am currently blaming this kohler house until I can better define what is being stupid. It is probably me, but until then..

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Colors of a familiar tune twirl their way through a crisp fall afternoon. The sun’s persistent warm rays reflect off of the colorful leaves that have finally found beauty in death and change. The ribbons of color embrace and conjure up their own memories as I pass a hand slowly over them. They remind me to respond with the appropriate color sequence, which upon release yields an expected hue. Then the concentration is gone, a materialistic eye is confused at what it has just been witnessed, and turns toward the conversationee. A tree sided road strolls up to meet the two, but goes unnoticed as the inner eye curses at it’s lack of power and understanding. A brief pause and a reboot of what is known, and what is not, and the walking verbal interaction continues, but so too a constant frustration at the lack of action. Always a lack of action.

If only

Mathematical Communication

What is likely a winning combination

Today was a snow day. It was very nice in its coming. There was a plan already for its entrance. It involved sleeping bags, and how amazing it would be if you spent a whole day in one. However, conflicting plans imposed their way in, and things began to get stuck in time. Instead, I have probably walked for two miles easily in snow, and scenes unraveled in their usual way, which was not. College apps are almost done, and online chinese is drastically behind. I need to start writing more often. It will help to remember. I have not noticed in significant status fluctuations. Tracy is coming home soon which will be amazing. I just hope it does not go over as things usually go over.
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I have a feeling like I should be doing things.. But I don't know what.
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