#RealTalk

We're graduating.
But just because we're getting a little piece of paper that said we did it doesn't mean we are even close. We just finished the easy part of our life and everyone is saying "Congratulations!" and "You're finally done!" but that's not true.
They should be saying "I'm sorry." Because we're about to step into a world full of pain and despair. We'll go from 800 friends down to about 2 in a few short months. We're walking into a world of hot pockets for lunch every day and waking up each morning wondering how we will pay for our next meal because textbooks are going to take at least two months pay. College is expensive but those who aren't going are only making it worse. They may not be paying now, but unless they are a performance driven workaholic machine, they will be paying for it later.

But maybe there is a bright side.

We do get more freedom, both good and bad. We can start doing all the "real world stuff" that people have been talking about for 18 years.

It's going to be hard.
It's going to be the "real world."
It's going to have some of the best times.
And the very worst times.

It's going to be life.

Never give up.

Creepy heart gif

My heart

My heart is beating for the lovers

                                     the fighters

                                     the inbetweeners

My heart beats because it's not alone.

It beats with the sea of hearts around it,

but not at the same time.

And even if it was alone,

it would keep beating.

It would keep beating just in case there was someone out there it was beating for.

So they wouldn't give up.

All it does is pump blood,

and give life.

Am I broken?

I don't stop thinking, I can't. My mind runs and runs and I can't do anything about it. I feel like nobody else thinks the same thoughts as I do. Am I broken? Why do I find myself questioning everything at every turn? Why is it that every time I learn something interesting or new I get a natural high? Am I addicted to learning? I'm supposed to hate school because I've been doing it for so long and everybody else does, but I can't get enough of it. If I could pick any career I wanted and get paid for it, it would be to go to school. Get degree after degree of pure knowledge, simply for the sake of knowing. Am I broken?

I remember the fear

I remember the dark. I remember the warmth. I remember the fear.

I remember forgetting that I even needed to breathe.

I remember the pain.

I remember the sharp rocks and bruised bleeding legs.

I remember the sulfur burned eyes.

I remember the rock grasped tightly in my fist.

I remember the fear.

I remember the feeling of thinking that I was going to die.

I remember it like it happened last week.

And most of all, I remember the CRUNCH.

Playing with google translate

I typed these sentences into Google translate and translated them into different languages ten times and then back to English and this is what I got.

1. I really enjoy creative writing when I am bored.
    I did, and then write.


2. I wish I had fresh apples to eat.
    I would like to eat fresh apple.


3. Hair does not smell great when burned.
   The smell of burning hair.


4. Cats do not like to fly around at night.
    Cats do not like running at night.


5. Grab a root beer and jump off of a deep chasm.
    First try:     जड s Marin जाओ Cervisia
    Second try:  Root beer, jump Gulf


6. Circles are more round than a fresh pineapple.
    Many young people around the pineapple ring.


7. Growing spiders in my back yard is my favorite hobby.
    Development and Spiderman is my favorite favorite.


8. I often find myself tripping when I walk.
    I never often found.

Shoes

I sat with my shoes for hours.

On the bench, on the patio, and all around.

But
           

                        they


didn't
             
                                                           say
                 

                    ANYTHING.


And then I had a thought.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

So here is a thirteen thousand word essay.

I included plenty of detail.

What do they say to you?

Hidden

Can't you see?

Only, it's hidden isn't it?

Lots of you will catch on.

Everybody else will be confused.

And they will say, why didn't he reveal?

But I did.

But don't give it away either.

Oddly enough,

This is it.

That is all.

Space

Space is freaking cool.





 

10 Best YouTube Videos

10. Dramatic reading of Sexy and I Know It

An old man dramatically reads the lyrics to the song I'm Sexy and I Know It like old style poetry

9.Bill Gates Jumping Over a Chair

Pretty self explanatory.

8. Marvels of the Science Water

A man explains the science of water, it's joke though and it's very entertaining.

7.Ghost in the Stalls

A hilarious reenactment done by Olan Rodgers of his day in the Target bathroom on a Monday.

6.Substitute Teacher

A mockery of the struggle of a substitute teacher in a high school.

(Has swearing)

5.Manly Rap Battle

A rap battle between two men about the manliest things in life.

4.Das Beer Boot

Hilarious video advertising a boot shaped beer mug.

3.Cold Cuts

Best Geico commercial ever. Bonus video that goes along with it makes it even funnier.

2. Will it ice cream sandwich?

Rhett and link test to see if random things will make good ice cream sandwiches. They get weird really fast.

1. The Shia Labeouf song.

Don't question. Just watch.

Do you have any other videos that you think should have made this list? I may not have seen them! If so, please comment below because I love good YouTube video.

The Traveler

In the dark, a distant cry

a single tear slid from his eye

and he left the things he needed most

and passed them up, alone at last

he no longer would know

the friends and neighbors of his youth.

To walk the weary trails of life

he started on his path of hope.

The cobblestones would feel his feet

the trees would see his story through

and the birds would listen to his tune.

Of course at last he would return

and every stone would be changed.

He would not know the peoples faces

and would only remember the far off places.

His final journey he then would take

to a new place and not return.

He could not come back

with new stories to tell

but the new road led on

and he was alone.

Questions on fear.

Why do we care.

Why do we feel. 

Fear is a drop of black water in an ocean of multicolored emotions.

It's the darkest, most obfuscated, scary emotion.

It's causes hearts to race and judgement to slow.

It makes people do strange things, but why?

They are afraid.

What is it???

What makes people afraid of a non poisonous spider crawling across the bridge of their nose?

Why do they jerk away quickly when their toes creep out from the blankets and hang an inch or two over the side of the bed?

Why do they run away as fast as they possibly can when going up a dark stairway, in their own home?

Where do these all come from?

And how could we create them?

If we could create a system to make people have irrational fears, could we solve many of the world's problems unethically?

Like giving people an irrational fear of eating fast food.

Or being on time?

Or committing crimes?

Or littering?

That's almost how speeding tickets are.

Whenever you are speeding or not wearing your seatbelt, there will be a cop there. Guaranteed. Every time.

We could harness the power of fear and create a perfect society.

Or what if we went the other way around and made fears go away?

How may more people would die every year?

Now everybody is going to think I'm a crazy person, but just think about it. 

Life

Young people say it is long.

Old people say it is short.

Little kids say it is a box of cereal.

People who see death say it is fleeting.

Robert Frost said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on."

Life is like a box of chocolates.

So what is it.

We can enjoy life.

We can lose life.

We can make the most out of life.

We can do what we want with our life.

Life 

Is

Confusing.

Life 

Is

Hard.

Life

Is 

Lonely.

Life

Is 

Everything.

How to be original (but not too original)

1. Spontaneity is the key to originality.

2. Every morning do something different. Don't follow the exact same routine every day. Take a break from the monotony.

3. Change your hairstyle every two weeks, but not so drastically that people freak out.

4. Wear clothes from DI, or clothes that make you feel like people are looking at you (even if they aren't). Often times, thinking that others are watching you will spawn spontaneity or make you act differently.

6. Look at what hipsters do, and then don't do it. (Hipsters think they are original, but they are just following a trend. If you also become hipster, you will be following the hipster trend, thus unoriginal)

5. Break rules, but not the ones that will get you in lots of trouble.

7. Put your pencil on the paper and write for ten minutes without stopping. Don't write about something, just write. It may not make any sense but it'll help your creative juices flow.

8. Say whatever comes to your mind. Also helps creative juices. (Don't say the inappropriate things though, just the random ones)

9. Whenever writing a list, switch 5 and 6 because it might help you break from the OCD monotony.

10. Try to imagine what others might be expecting you to say, and then say the opposite.

11. Be different, do what your parents tell you to do.

12. Take really long showers and think about the most random stuff you can.

13. Ignore everything that people tell you is original because if you follow it, you will be unoriginal (including this list)

14. Before doing something, think, Would an average human do this, this way? If the answer is yes, do it a different way.

15. Before doing something, think, If I did this, would people judge me? And then you must carefully IGNORE THE ANSWER COMPLETELY GOSH DANG IT, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT PEOPLE THINK WHEN YOU ARE BEING ORIGINAL.

16. Never ever write in all caps because that's tacky.

17. Make people laugh

18. Make people cry.

19. Ignore everyone on the entire planet.

20. Contradict yourself.

21. Surprise people.

22. Make every day things into really big deals.

23. Only have the number of items in your list be a prime number because people will be like "Seriously? They couldn't have ended on a five or at least an even number??"

23. Never repeat yourself.

24. Put the milk in the bowl before the cereal.

25. Bake bacon and cook cookies.

26. Remember the Alamo

27. Every idea is worth writing down.

28. Grow a moustache not a mustache. Mustaches are creepy and moustaches are classy.

29. Watch entire seasons of your favorite TV shows in one week or less so that you can fully immerse yourself in the world.

30. Do your homework on time so you have more time to be original.

31. Pretend you are going insane and gauge people's reactions. If they seem to like you more, you weren't a fun enough person before.

32. When on the brink of running out of ideas, google the most random thing on the internet to spur creative juices.

33. Make cat posters and give them to random people you don't know.

34. Go to the store and try to scare the cash register person with the things you are buying.

35. Never repeat yourself.

36. That's all. (And for those of you who though that I didn't follow rule 23, go back and look at 20, and then realize that I actually put two 23's so it would be 37 items which would be prime, thus contradicting myself by not contracting myself.

Like I don't even know

Pineapples in the ancient wilderness of the world occasionally grew where only the youngest of sailors could reach them. These young sailors would grab hold of a stool made from the finest oak in the land of trees. These trees could only be nourished with the finest fertilizers made from the lost hopes of little children who lived without a home. They lived without homes usually because the fires of volcanoes were very common in that day. The villagers would often use the heat from the lava to smelt ores and make tools. These tools were of the very first ever used to make weapons like swords. The swords weren't always used for fighting though, because they cut away the grasses of the plain very well. In these grasses were an ancient breed of buffalo that could hear even the smallest sound from miles away. Thus they often went deaf from the loud things in the area such as the ruby throated warbler, whose shrill was so loud that it would make grown men cry. The villagers would then harvest these tears to make a special soup that the young boys would drink as a ritual to become men. After they became men they had to hunt and protect the tribe that they lived in. They had to protect them only because there were dangers back then that are inconceivable now.  Some of these young men would leave their families and travel great distances to become sailors.

BRICKS

This darn world.

                                   Always telling me what's right from wrong.

Without actually knowing what's right from wrong.

Telling lies they think are truths.

Telling old stories I've heard a thousand times before.

                      But changing them every time.

Forcing me into their frame rate.

And making me gravitate

                                         Toward what they think is right.

          And what I should do

I thought that I would have one purpose in life

               And that's just how it would be.

But it turns out I'm a brick.

 

And it doesn't even matter what the world says I'm supposed to do.

                                                          Because I choose what I want to do.

The world may say that I'm to be used to build a house.

                     But then I come in and say, nope I'm going to break a window.

The world said do well on the ACT, and then I stepped in and said

                                                Nope. 

The world said be cool.

        But what is cool?

 

Bricks have been doing the same old thing for centuries.

                                                 But they have unlimited potential.

Be a brick.

Be unique.

Challenge the world and scream, "Is that the best you've got!?"

And then sit back smugly because nobody beats a brick in a fight.

It may come back and throw you through a window.

                   But you can take it.

You're a freaking brick for crying out loud.

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Baking Love

Love.

I can't explain it.

It's not happiness, and it's definitely not sadness.

It's not even really an emotion.

It's more of a feeling.

Now of course at this point you may stop me and say, well hold up mister, what's the difference between an emotion and a feeling?

Is falling an emotion?

No

Do you know the feeling of falling?

Yes

When you mix a bunch of emotions together, you get what feeling the recipe called for, as long as you do it right.

For example... Falling 

1 cup anticipation

3 cups fear

2 cups gravity sensation

2 cups exhilaration

Note: if you want a more enjoyable experience, substitute half of the fear with safety AKA parachutes, bungee cords

But love.... Love is the most complicated intricate recipe you've ever come across. It takes time to mix everything together and even longer for it to fully mature. In the end, it is the most delicious thing you've ever made, and even the most professional connoisseurs of love cannot taste every detail put into it.

And don't forget, even the most perfectly baked love has little bad uncooked bits in, that usually make you realize how good the rest of it is.

Sometimes people accidentally cook lust instead of love and it tastes even better than love does at first, because there are hardly any bad bits and it is the only time they've ever tasted it, but it goes bad after a couple of months.

But if you cook love just right it'll last forever. And not only that, but the longer it's around, the better it'll taste. Sometimes, when you get closer to the end, a lot of the bad bits are gone, and other times they stick around forever. 

Sometimes people get a really bad bit and they forget how good the rest of it tasted and they give up on it. And throw it away, and they don't realize that they may have just thrown away one of the best loves ever cooked up, but it just had one really bad bit in it.

There are lots of different recipes for love, but it's only because people have never thought of new names for the feelings. Just like cakes. there are loads of different kinds of cakes and they all taste different for different occasions and some of them are widely different, but we still call it cake just the same.

Loving burgers is different than loving puppies (for most people). And loving a spouse is different than loving a child. They are all similar recipes but they are all different. Sometimes they seem close so people just group them all together as love. But they all know it's not the same.

Unfortunately there are people that never get to taste the really yummy baked love, but they get a similar taste from other places. Like cats. So they get like ten cats. But one super delicious cake is way better than ten okay cakes, and they don't know that, or they disagree, or they simply cannot find the ingredients to make a good ones.

So experiment. Do whatever you can to figure out your perfect recipe and make love.

Point of View

From my point of view you are a reader.
What am I from your point of view?

Am I odd?
Am I cool?
Do you think that I am only a fool?
Did you think "Is this a poem?"
Would it make you mad if it's not?
Did you notice that the weather is awfully hot?
Do you think it's annoying?
Or do you think it's still cold?
Should I stop rhyming, or would that be simply too bold?
I can't imagine what you would think.
Because it's your point of view!
Nobody can see it better than you!
And yes I am shouting.
Because it matters A LOT.
Don't think about others and what you are not.
Inspiration is simply the new odd idea.
It doesn't matter who likes or enjoys what you say
If it's yours then it's yours, go ahead, create away.
The world is your canvas
It's waiting for you
So why are you waiting? Get out and go do!

Robot

Imagine a learning, growing robot.

The first day it is created it is turned on. It doesn't know what to do with any of its parts yet so it simply makes noises. The learning part of it's brain is programmed to explore, so it sends random electrical impulses to it's parts and discovers that they can move. It works every day fine tuning the gentle electrical impulses and learning the ways that it's body can go. It charges itself every night and also picks up different materials it needs to progress it's robotic shape. It grows. It learns to move things where it wants them, to create order. It learns to do the jobs it is allowed to do to get it's daily allowance of power and parts. One day it learns how to build more, smaller robots, and help them learn how to do their work and do everything until the day when their parts get a little too old. They start creaking in the joints, and their power cells lose their ability to hold a charge until one day they can longer rise to do their job, and they can't hold their daily charge. Then, they are scrapped.

So aren't we robots?

Is this not a foreseeable future?

It is an element that robots may be able to fake, but they will never attain.

Emotion.

Love.

Hate.

Happiness.

Sadness.

In the end, what are humans?

Bits of matter that are controlled by electrical impulses and chemical reactions sent from a central hub?

NO.

THERE HAS TO BE MORE.

Without the strongest emotion of all, Love, there would be no difference. Almost every emotion is connected to love somehow, even if by the smallest bits, and without it we would be robots.

In the words of Albus Dumbledore,

“Do not pity the dead Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”

wHATEver

I hate the word whatever.

How am I supposed to write a blog on whatever I want if all I can think about is how much the word whatever bugs me?

If you are having a conversation with someone and they say whatever it's basically saying that they don't like you or the conversation,

"Hey where do you want to go out to eat?"
"Wherever."

"What do you think about this?"
"Whatever"

"What should I write a blog post on?"
(I don't care about your life, or what you think, or why you are in my class. All I care about is you writing something to unleash your creative potential and so I can put something in the gradebook) "Whatever"

It's even more annoying if you say it in a British accent "Wot evah"

It's basically a terrible word.

I guess you can blame it on this blog if Nelson changes it so we can write on real topics.

Every time someone asks you a question just answer "whatever "and get back to me on how fast it takes for everyone to hate you.

Thanks,
Ed

Kah Ray Ons

Crayons are simple. Too simple, thus they have been equated with the simplicity of childhood.

Coloring is not drawing.

Sorry.

We are "adults" now. You can't color a picture for your fridge. If you want to make something it has to be so terrible it is deemed abstract and "modern" art or it has to be amazing.

So no more crayons, only paints, pencils, chalks, or other odd mediums like trash, but no crayons.
In fact, if you Google "crayon art" there will be an overwhelming majority of not pictures, but melted crayons dripping in cool patterns because it's "abstract and modern."

But art is all about expression right? It's all about the creation of your own new thing that you spent time on.

Get out the juice box and crayons and color your life away.

Color the blues of your bad days and the yellows of your bright days.

Color the reds of your angry days and the greens of your summer days.

Scribble the blacks of your frustrating days and the violets of your inspiring days.

Color all the pinks of your love days and the orange of your crazy days.

Color with every crayon in the box and peel away the paper until there is nothing left and you are stripped back from all of your adult days until you are a child again.

And eventually you will be stuck with that stupid, useless, forgotten white crayon.

And then you can burn it. Watch the flame with the fascination you had as a child, because crayons can burn like candles and children love candles.

But do not get stuck thinking that your art has to look good. It is your life, your emotion, your power of creation.

Life is messy.

Life is scribbled.

Life emotions are not drawn, they are colored onto the page with wild scribbling inside AND outside the lines.

Life is a box of crayons, and you choose how to use them.

Intro

Hello
My pen name is Edward Lorenz
Hello MTV welcome to my blog
Hey
Heyyy
Oh hi... I didn't see you there
Top of the morning to you
This is the start of something. I do not know whether it's going to be good or bad. It might make people cry tears of boredom or tears of joy. Or nobody will read it. Either way it will be written. You may have read "either" either or either, and that may say something about how you were raised but either way, you may have said it different than someone else. Because we all say things differently than other people, whether they be words, sentences, or blog posts, everyone will say it a different way. Some ways will move people emotionally, and other ways will move people away from the blog. I don't know how this will sound to other people, but it's my way of introducing my blog.

So there it is. An intro. An introduction. The Introduction. Hopefully this will be my worst post, because I'm all about improvement.