Constitution

Everyone says that you can't teach an old dogs new tricks, but yet everyone seems to teach new dogs old tricks. Just like when a contraversial issue arises in the country, we consult the constitution to make a decision. A two hundred year old peace of wisdom and we're listening to it. If it had said kill all people, we would probably do that too.

Why?

The Genie

So when I rub the lamp of the genie, and the genie comes out of the genie lamp, and offers me three genie wishes, I'm going to ask the genie, if he can summon another genie, and another, and another. That will be three wishes from that genie, he will fade to dust. Then the other three genies will grant me nine wishes. I will ask for 30$ per wish, so therefore I will have 270$ and I'll be rich. I guess it would be easier to ask for 270$ per wish, but when your a turtle all you can do is DUCK AND COVER.

is it worth it?

So my whole purpose in getting a job is to have the money to build a new computer. I am now two weeks away from doing so, but is it worth it? I have to work 16 hours this weekend on top of it all, and I'm starting to wonder when I get a computer if I'm going to have the time to use it while I'm working.

Stressing Out

With such a tight schedule lately and not being able to stay for club meetings of SGC in which I am president, not being able to hang out with friends, and not being able to do anything to relieve stress. On top of all that, my school grades are faultering and I'm cramming to get them up, my parents are hounding me about how i spend the little free time I have, and it seems like my whole purpose in life is to work work work.

Catching Up

School to Work to Home to School to Work to Home

My schedule has been so tight lately that I literally haven't hung out with friends in months. Ive been so busy that I haven't done every bit of my chemistry homework and Ive been too tired to do it. Now, its all due and I crammed all night and early morning to get it done. School is supposed to be a place to learn and enjoy, not to hate and lose lots of sleep over.

Religion is an Idea

A theory. That's what I wish people would admit. We all talk about it, about how we "believe" this is how it is. Yet new religions appear everyday, from a simple idea. The bible was written by man's idea millions of years ago, yet we all worship it.

I could write an idea of my own in a book, and it could get the same following.

A country of religion

Atheists can't be in the boy scouts.

Atheists can't run for governmental positions in several states.

The words "One nation under God" were not in the original design of the pledge

With all the religions in the world, no matter what anyone says to others or believes themselves, someone has to be wrong, not everyone can be right.

God is Imaginary

1.) People can't be created out of dust

2.) You can't live inside a fish for three days

3.) You can't walk on water

4.) You can't split water to walk through it

5.) There is no proof of a great flood

6.) Blind people don't magically see.

7.) The resurrection makes absolutely no sense

8.) The bible has crazy commands like "All people who work on the seventh day should be put to death"

9.) Ten commandments tell you not to kill, but it's okay for God to?

10.) God is supposed to be loving, but he killed more humans than Hitler.

Time Better Spent

Did you know that the Vatican alone takes in billions of dollars a year? With just one billion of that money, we could feed millions of hungry african kids for a week.

Did you know that with the time an average Catholic spends in church (one hour a day) once a week, and if you consider 3 billion people in the world go to church, then on average thats roughly 156 billion hours spent in church a year. You could build millions of houses for homeless people with that time.

Just something to think about.

Religion

Why is it that people pick and choose things they want to believe about a religion. Think about it - Christianity is a religion about the bible - and the bible says things like "Homosexuals should be put to death, those working on sunday should be put to death, disobediant teens should be put to death" yet people don't believe these things. Why? Because it's crazy! But if you don't believe it all, you can't just choose not to.

Spring Break

What to do over spring break.....what to do...what to do... I am not going to Panama or to the beach like everyone else this spring break. Not that I mind, I find florida to be a fun place, but the drive down is killer. Instead, I'll be staying in the comfort of my very own home, and going to work, so while everyone else is on the beach, ill be making money.

What do you do with all the things you write about?

Well since I blog about all these things I have had bottled inside of me, I typically don't do anything with them. That's why I use them to blog with, if I went and blogged about something that I had already done, it wouldn't mean as much to me or be as emotional as it is when I am just trying to talk to someone when I know no one is listening. So I can say things I am passionate about without them being read by the people I am angry or mad at.

Time

If I had the chance to sit down and use time for anything, I would write a book. A book about life, success or failure, religion, maybe fantasy, or science fiction. I would like to sit down and write. A paper to talk to, it listens and listens. I could organize my thoughts, and reflect my feelings, I could share my successes, and choose to look over my failures. Anyone who read the paper would only know what I told them, and so I can choose to be whomever I please.

If I had the time to do whatever I wanted, I would turn into a pencil, and write.

Religion Bads

If God sees everything, and someone believes that doing wrong is sinning, and sinning is obviously wrong, then why do people do bad things? Is it because they are ignorant to the fact that they are doing the wrong, or do they really not believe God sees everything?

If Hell didn't exist, how many people would go to church? My grandma always said "Go to church to avoid going to Hell", but I rarely heard "We're going to church to get to Heaven". So if you think about it, would people still go to church if hell wasnt the punishing incentive?

Stereotypes

Probably my biggest pet peeve about stereotypes of overweight people, is that, because we're bigger, we eat way more than anyone else. I mean, think about the common insult "Don't eat me" or "Go eat a cupcake".

Actually, I say I eat about the same or less as the average skinny person, the misconception should be made on me not getting excersize or having a low metablism, not eating more.

Stupid Warnings

Child-size Superman and Batman costumes come with this warning label: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."

A clothes iron comes with this caution: "Warning: Never iron clothes on the body."

The box of a 500-piece puzzle reads: "Some assembly required."

Cans of Easy Cheese contain this instruction: "For best results, remove cap."

The label on the Harry Potter toy broom: "This broom does not actually fly."

Why did the chicken cross the road?

• To win the barnyard olympic mile
• He was participating in a pole vaulting competition and forgot his pole
• He was trying to reach the vegetarians
• The hens tricked him into believing that the road was a safe haven from hungry humans.
• He was chasing a golf ball as Tiger Woods's new caddy.

New Job

So I finally have the means to start saving up for college with a new job at Wendy's. Yes, I said I'd never work in fast food, but now I'm eating my words, literally. My dad worked as district manager for twenty years and hired the current district manager, so with a simple phone call, I got a job. It's pretty easy work, just tiring. And I'm getting a ton of hours, which is a good thing, because it's good money. But I don't have the free time for SGC or other activities anymore.

New Book: Thoughts?

So I have been looking through and posting some of my older writing and now im curious if I should keep writing it. So! To anyone who reads this. Leave me a comment, tell me what you think about it thus far, and if you want to continue on the journey of a lifetime!!!!

New Book: Chapter Two

He ducked under some undergrowth to avoid being spotted and made his way to the east. He had left his torch back in the burned fortress and had to get dangerously close to the assembly to see where he needed to go.

“The elves will know what to do.” He thought to himself.

He had to be silent, he had to be cautious, and he had to be smart.

He made his way through the growth and into a small patch of tall grass. From this point he could make out silhouettes around the campfires. He could not tell what was happening here, only that the gathering did not hold any men, elves, or gnomes.

He had no time to waste, he needed to reach the Eastern Forest by dawn, or it would be more difficult for him to avoid any unneeded confrontation. To keep from suspicion, he lay down on his belly and crawled back into the undergrowth, this would prevent his shadow from being seen by anyone, or any thing. As he made it to the edge of the brush, he went into a crouch and began slowly moving to the northeast, away from the gathering.

He was far enough away now that he could begin to move at a bit of a quicker pace, but decided to stay at a crouch just incase. It was a smart decision.

He heard footsteps coming his way and he slowed down, but decided to keep moving, quietly. Their footsteps were heavy, crushing twigs with each step. When they came within about 100 feet, he could make out shadows, which meant one was holding a source of light.

He could continue at this speed, but then risk being seen by the beings coming his way. Then again, if he stopped, he risked not making it to his destination on time.

He decided it was best not to stop, even if seen he could try to outrun them. He went for it; he picked up his pace and was determined to get out of this region.

He was almost to the clearing; from there he would be able to see the tree line. That was where he needed to be. He started to stand up, and go at more of a jogging pace. He got clumsy.

As he stepped his foot got caught under a heavy stone. He tripped and fell to the ground, landing with a heavy “Thud.”

“What was that?” A low voice from behind reached out and grabbed his shoulder, as he knew a hand would soon be doing.

He glanced down at the rock, and tried pulling his leg free. He saw shadows creeping all around him, and an instant later heard screaming in the distance. He panicked, and thrust out his dagger, ready to take on whatever came close.

The shadows came in around him, cloaked with blue hoods. One held a small mesh sack. Kai became distracted, and began screaming for help. He felt the dagger being taken from his hand and his arms restrained. He shook his head vigorously, but could not prevent the small sack to be placed over his head, and then could not prevent himself but passing out from the struggle.

The light he had seen moments before, had now faded away and he was left, with darkness.

New Book: Chapter One

Kai set the letter back onto the burned table and took a look inside another room. Everything was black. He had a grim look on his face and had to hold a handkerchief to his nose to keep from inhaling the smoke. He continued down the dark corridor until he reached a big wooden door. He recognized it to be similar to the doors in the castle where he grew up. It was approximately 20 feet tall. Its handles were made of pure steel that hadn’t been touched by the fire, and the engraving of an imperial helmet could still be seen. He reached his glove-covered hand out to feel the smoothness of the fine steel, and gripped it tightly. He gave it a slight yank, but the door was too heavy. He set the brightly burning torch on the cement floor and used his, now free hand, as leverage. He gave the door another pull, this time with all of his force. He heard an abrupt squeaking noise, and gave the handle another tug. He could feel something within the door loosen, and heard another creak.

Just then the handle of the door snapped, and Kai lost his balance, falling to the ground. He accidentally loosened his grip, and the handle bounced onto the floor. Clank, Clank, Clank. The noise was loud and echoed through the small corridor. He cringed, and hoped no one would have heard it.

After a few minutes of pure silence, he was convinced that his presence was still unnoticed. He glanced up at the big wooden door, it was still unmoved. He did not understand why he was not able to budge it; but for the sake of time, he picked up the torch and moved on. He turned right, and moved silently down what seemed to be an opening in the wall. He had never been here, and before the fire had only noticed a painting of the emperor when he look this way. What he found was a steep corridor that continued deep into darkness.

“What is being hidden here?” he muttered to himself.

He lifted one of his legs over and into the hole, and then the other. The torch he held illuminated the hallway within seconds. He couldn’t see the whole way down, but could see about 10 feet in front of him; which was enough to know where he was going.

It seemed to be about 5 minutes by the time Kai finally reached the end, or what he hoped was the end. It was a small wooden door that was worn by mold and erosion. He opened it with an easy push and slowly stepped into a small room, about twice the size of the corridor he had just come to. What he saw took his breath away.

Across the enclosed room, about seven feet away from where he stood, hung a black flag. It was parallel to the wall, and bore the symbol of Syl, the shamed warrior.

When he was younger, his uncle had told him stories of a great warrior who roamed the lands as a mercenary, fighting for money. His uncle had said that the warrior had worked for so many races of the world that he had made a thousand enemies. He was exiled from the lands of Sirvia by the divine council; the high elves of the east, the men of the west, and the gnomes of the north. He vowed revenge on the Sirvians, and was never heard from again.

Kai caught his breath, and his eyes showed fear as he looked around the room. It held an empty space, with a few broken shelves, and a broken window. It appeared that this room had been ravaged by flames.

He walked over and examined the window. It was about three feet off the ground, and was approximately seven feet tall. There was no glass left attached to it, indicating it had been busted out. Kai peered over the edge of the window, and what he saw made him dizzy: rushing water, 200 feet below him, smashing against the base of the castle walls. He felt the wind blowing into his face, and a slight sprinkle fall from the dark clouds above.

The window faced south, and in the distance he saw smoke from campfires; lots of campfires. It seemed to be an assembly of some kind.

“You there, step away from the window.”

He heard a deep voice come from behind him; he turned slowly, and was face to face with two heavily armored ogres. Each had a spear pointed at his chest, and one held a tin lamp. He grabbed his purple colored sash and covered his face.

“You do not belong here.” One said.
“You’re coming with us.” The other grunted.

The beings were very well equipped and the only way out was that which he had come, for the depths of the window would surely end in death.

He reached into his left pocket and produced a handful of, what appeared to be ash. He raised it above his head, and threw it to the ground. With a loud “Pop”, the room filled with smoke. The Ogres covered their eyes, and within seconds and smoke had been filtered out the window and into the air. The young human they had been arresting had now disappeared into the darkness.

New Book: Introduction

It has been three days since I have gotten any sleep. I spend my restless nights staring out of this window of the keep. I write to you to tell you I am missing you, and loving you. How is my two year old boy doing? Is he strong and healthy? There is talk that the war will be over soon; General Haze is preparing a speech to give to all of us. Many among us think he is going to give us all a vacation. I doubt it. If the kids are in the room with you, tell them their father loves them. I can’t wait to see them again. I have to go now; the assembly horn has been blown. I will write to you soon.

I love you…

Regards,
Simpson

A lifelong journey

For years I have been in search of a good game. A great game that would satisfy me forever and ever. I have played countless online games from role playing, to shooters, to racing, and more. Yet, through all the sifting, I have yet to encounter that one game I want.

That's probably part of the reason I want to go into game design, to make that one perfect game that suits all my needs and meets all my expectations.

But for now, the game I am moving onto next is called Runes of Magic, or RoM. Almost everything I've heard about it says it's good, then again a hungry man calls scraps a feast.

I've also heard its a clone of a pay to play game, the most popular on the web.

I want a game to enjoy, and if we get out of school tomorrow, I intend to play RoM all day.

Msst Msst Msst Msst (Partay Boy)

So a bunch of people have been bragging about how they had an awesome new year's eve. To me it was just another day.

My parents went out with their friends to dinner and a dance and they invited the couple's son, a boy of my age who I know but I'm not really friends with. It was really awkward, because I didn't know what he liked and it basically ruined my plans. I was supposed to go to a friends house and hang out, but that didn't work because my parents invited him without asking me.

I didn't really mind, he just stayed in the living room and played Wii the whole time. Then at midnight we had this fake whine, ugh! It was gross grapejuice.

2010 - midnight - Day 1 - BORING!!!!