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I have a new keyboard, and I just like to type on it. It sounds and feels nice. But, I don't like that it feel weird when I put it on my lap, because that's how I usually type. I type fast, at least, fast to me. I love it.[/random]
On to something important? Maybe.
I don't think kids should be allowed to drop out. Ever. Unless they have full consent from a legal guardian. Even if that, until they're 18. Which would be retarded anyway since usually when they're that old they're either usually graduating, or have been held back. Not 16. 16 is too young, I know I'm an advocate for youth voice, but I'll admit that it's unwise for people to make such life altering decisions then. At 16 a lot of people are still lazy teenagers who just don't want to go to school. They may not realize how it could hurt them if they drop out.
I know I'm not going to drop out. Ever. Not from highschool, not from college unless I absolutely have to. I value education, because I realize that--lo and behold, you'll never hear me admit this ever again--I don't know everything. There's still a lot I don't know, that I need to, that I want to. But jsut because I'm not dropping out doesn't mean my friends won't try to. If they do, which very few of them will considering the friends I hang out with, I'll try like all hell to stop them. I can be very pursuasive, at times. My friends tend to listen to me because it starts to dawn on them after a while that I'm usually right.
Blah. That was a useless rant. Expect more of them, because my My MSN Blog can't hog all the glory.
Note: Trying a new color.
 PANIC! On The Enterprise · Wed Apr 12, 2006 @ 04:43am · 1 Comments |
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Sci-Fi Story: Random Little Bit #1 |
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Dream sat patiently, looking out into space through the large bay window in front of him. Almost, he missed the voice in his head. The gentle companion who had been the one he bounced ideas off of, had long chats with. His Personal Computer Unit had been romoved not five months before, and he was still not used to living without it. For this, he almost envied his best friend. Logan, who had refused to let anyone remove Alice from his head, even after he left Triliam. Was forced from Triliam, rather. Dream still held a grudge against Alex for this. A beloved brother, indeed. A back-stabbing coward.
As he usually did when thinking of Alex, Dream forced himself to calm down. He was calm by nature, but prone to fits of anger,especially when someone as upsetting as Alex Rush came to mind. The great military leader who had taken control at the Battle for Nej Illit after his commander was killed. The honorable man who graduated top of his class from the best training academy on Triliam. The hot-headed, selfish, cold hearted pig who had been given Logan Rush as a brother and cast him away.
Oh, yes. The voice in his head was sorely missed. He allowed a sad smile as he thought of his PCU, the way someone would for a lost friend. Friends were few and far between for a man such as he; moving around the galaxy for reasons that were his own. He'd heard much of Logan, and his band of pirates, with the most advanced ship any outlaw could ever hope to come by through legal means. How had it ended up this way; Alex a leader among men, and Logan a pirate, of all things? Obviously, he'd changed. He wasn't the same thinker, calculator, he had been whilethey were kids. He wasn't the same idealist who knew the world was against him, but went on living as best he could anyway. This was a man who was striking back against the people who had allowed him to be shunned and hurt.
A least, that was the way Dream interpreted it. Psychology came naturally to him. It was one of the things that made him a great Brother of Vorn. He fit right in among people who had turned thinking and feeling into a religion.
PANIC! On The Enterprise · Tue Apr 11, 2006 @ 02:03am · 0 Comments |
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Went out to play paintball today. It got sorta screwed up.
It was a game with four person teams, two man divisions on que. We were all decked out in camo gear (kind of, mine was more fashion camo gear than army camo gear.) and ready to go Solid Snake on the other team's asses. It worked out pretty well for a while up in the woods. Then a couple of the people met up and get into an argument.
The guy I was flanking with--the other guy in my 'division', who I know personally and consider a good friend--got pissed off about the way the other guy was actually ordering headshots and mask shots. Then other things got involved, and with all the yelling, the rest of the people came over. Turned into something of a fight and I got my ankle messed up, my friend got away with a pretty good knock to the head (Demosthenes_Phoenix_Unit), the other guy with a bloody nose, and two others on his team got put on the ground before they could do damage.
Gawd, I'm happy I got put on a kick a** team. Probably would've gotten my a** whooped if it weren't the other two people who I was working with. Yeah, this is the kind of thing that happens when people are dumb and tell their people to do dumb things, such as go for the mask and head in paintball. For those of you who don't know, that's potentially lethal when you don't have the proper headgear.
Anyways...*sigh* yeah, messed my ankle up, so I won't be walking around for a while. Stuck here at the comp, or in bed. Pretty much can't leave my room. I'm just hoping it gets better before school starts again on Monday. Oh, by the way, go to these places:
Enders Game: Battle School
PANIC! On The Enterprise · Wed Feb 22, 2006 @ 08:16am · 0 Comments |
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Just finished Ender's Game. Possibly the best book I've ever read. Yeah, it was screwed up what they did to Ender, but understandable. The trick they played...Card is a genius. A real literary genius. I can't want to read the other books in the series.
Yeah...I feel weird right now. The kind of weird usually reserved from 2 a.m. times when I'm lacking sleep and feel high on the calmness of life. But right now, at 1 in the afternoon? Unheard of. I'm never this mellowed out when the sun's up and it's bugging the hell out of me. I'm bundled up in slippers and a hoodie, listening non-stop repeat to Modest Mouse's "Float On", with my hood up because my eyes are really sensitive to light lately. And my mom took down the blanket that served as a black out curtain.
It's just weird. I'll never need to do drugs because I get those feelings naturally, I think. I don't know it's just the overwhelming calm that tell me I don't need to do anything, don't need to worry. It's all good at this moment in time. No hospitals, no yelling, no smoke, no school. Music and writing and the crowded security of a messy room. Now if only I could turn off the sun? Ha, I wish. I wish.
Maybe I'll go write something. Poetry, a song, watever. I'm not in a story kind of mood and haven't been for a couple of weeks now. Catch ya flipside.
-PT
PANIC! On The Enterprise · Tue Feb 21, 2006 @ 05:59pm · 0 Comments |
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