Admitting Ignorance

I have a confession to make: I don't know how to end my blog. I mean, it has to be cool. Sure, there have been a couple of things that I have been saving, but they aren't nearly enough. I guess what I'm trying to do here is lower your expectations. It's like when a politician that is a great debater makes it seem like he has very little experience in debating before a huge debate. I'm not saying that I'm lying to you or anything like that, I'm simply cautioning you from getting your hopes up.

Well, as you all know this is my last post for this blog. Today marks the last day of BEDA orBlog Every Day August . However, tomorrow marks the first day of BOTTY or Blog Occasionally Throughout The Year. So, if I were you I would be looking forward to that.

Weird random unrelated thing: Is the world "Realtor" pronounced "Reeltuhr" as in "Real+tuhr" or "Reeltohr" as in "Real+tore"? I have always done the first (Reeltuhr), however I just saw a commercial and they said the second (Reeltohr).

Between 9:31am and 9:35am on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays I have to pee. I think this has to do with my drinking problem. You see, my only way of getting by in Chorale is by drinking... a lot... of water. I mean, you can't completely blame me. The entire choir acts as an enabler. It would be totally fine, but I have become dependent upon this way of coping. As with everything else, I blame the bass section (and F.D.R).

You know, some movies are just ridiculous. I mean, you can usually expect that even a good movie will have some gratuitous violence, romance, or comedy. However, there are some movies that contain nothing but that. It really amuses me to see their previews.

There are some things that really annoy me that I kind of miss. For example, one of my friends used to call me in the middle of the night which would really annoy me when I was sleeping (which wasn't often). However, I now go to sleep at night (occasionally). So, whenever they call I am asleep and, since school has started, I need to sleep and don't answer.

All's mediocre that ends mediocre,
Simon

Now How Did That Happen?

I found myself in a strange situation today. It wasn't a bad situation nor was it a situation I didn't want to be in, it was simply strange. It was one of those times when you say, "How on earth did this happen?" because the path to that situation was extremely convoluted. I engaged in a theological and philosophical discussion with a friend of mine. This, in and of itself, wasn't strange, the strange thing was that we moved from deciding what one-act plays we were going to direct, to discussing our love lives, to discussing religion and politics. I heartily enjoyed each segment of this long conversation, however it was certainly a weird conversation.

I think that there are certain moments of my life that, if seen by others, would be subject to a great deal of mockery. Take today for example, I had scarcely lain down in bed when the thought that I have spoken about before struck me, "Oh crap, I have to write a blog post today!" I rushed out of bed and began searching for my laptop. I didn't see it in my room, my sister's room, or the living room. Just as I began freaking out, I looked in my room again. I found it. It was sitting less than a foot from my bed that I had leapt out of to search for it. Really?

I have a strange problem. I have too many cool things. This may sound like a pretty good problem to have, but trust me it is frustrating. I have so many awesome posters and things on my wall that I don't have room for any new ones. I feel like people no longer notice some of the coolest things hanging in my room simply because I have so many things hanging in my room. A friend of mine recently gave me two really cool things to hang in my room. I am really excited to find a place for them, but I am also disappointed that they won't get the prime real estate locations.

The Steven Paig album, which contains the song that is the inspiration for my blog's name, is coming out soon! Okay, by soon I mean in about three weeks, but anyone who has similar taste in music as me (which, in case you were wondering, is awesome music) should get it. I am really excited to see this artist let loose now that he is no longer tied down to a band. I think it will be amazing. I also think that the single shows exactly what BNL is missing out on now that Steven is gone.

I finished my post in five minutes. Now how did that happen?
Simon

Artistic Arsenic.

Radio is the stupidest thing created. Okay, nuclear bombs aren't that great. I guess television serves little to no purpose. However, the radio is pretty stupid. First of all, the songs played are played because the stations have statistics saying that the majority of people like them. In fact, it's not even that people like them; it's that people can stand them. The radio is meant to be tolerable and nothing more. It destroys bands that actually have a lot of talent because nobody has heard of them. It makes the masses share a taste in music because they don't know anything else. In the words of Sondre Lerche (who I have never heard on the radio), "I'd sell my soul Payola Dole". This is the mindset of most of the "artists" on the radio.

Okay, I know that I have spoken about this maybe one too many times on this blog, but House is an interesting television show. If this blog shows anything, it shows that it took me a month to get over a judgment that I made about this show a long time ago. The thing that amuses and intrigues me about House, is that I can watch a kid die in order to save his brother and only feel kind of sad, but when Dr. House cares about a dog and that dog gets taken away I think, "Wow, he is human," and find it far more touching.

I really wish that I was folksy. I mean, folksy people have it made in the shade. Well, not the shade so much as the scorching heat that accompanies their long days of manual labor. Their accents are awesome and if they show so much as a smidgen of intelligence, then everyone around them feels bad for assuming they're stupid and then assumes that they are far more intelligent than they are. Not only that, I am told that they ride horses.

It amazes me how different some people sound on the computer. I have been told that I have a "Phone voice", but it really seems like nothing when you compare it to other people's "Computer voice". There is one person in particular that simply amazed me with what they say on Facebook. This person is one of the quietest people you will ever meet, however their statuses and comments tend to be long and include large amounts of capitalization. I suppose it is an outlet for them.

I'm not receiving you,
Simon

Oh Wait, I Really Don't Care.

As I am sure you all realized, I forgot to blog last night. You remember when I wrote about how I always have one of those "Oh Crap" moments every night and then I remember to blog? Well, that didn't happen yesterday. I'm not upset. I thought I should be at first, but then I remembered that this is just a stupid blog. I'm not doing this because I want to blog every day or because I want other people to have some new understanding of me, I'm doing this for myself. So, if you actually care (which none of the couple of people who actually read my blog will), than I don't really care about that either.

I figured something out the other day when I was walking down the street. It was on of those moments that you always see on television when a character suddenly realizes some simple truth. An epiphany, really. I always thought that I admired and disliked traits about myself that reminded me of others. However, the other day I realized that it is actually the other way around. I admire people who exemplify qualities that I admire about myself and dislike people who show qualities that I don't like about myself. This shows me that people who dislike me simply dislike themselves and are too afraid to admit it. This is, of course, assuming that others judge in the same manner.

Stephen Colbert is a genius. Not only is he really smart, he is also incredibly hilarious and very charismatic. I think that all politicians should be like Stephen Colbert. If every politician knew as much as Colbert, cared as much as Colbert, and had such an astonishing understanding of the opposition's point of view, then our political system would be much better. The only downside I can foresee is that we might not know if a candidate is being ironic.

I survived the crazy hail storm tech day of 2010. Let me explain, I was at a tech day for our high school play today. I got there around ten thirty and planned to leave around five which was when the tech day ended. It was about four thirty and we were cleaning up. I carried something that was outside in the parking lot inside. About ten seconds later, I walked back towards the door and saw the craziest thing ever. Hail and rain were pouring down from the skies. I swear, this storm came out of nowhere. It was the largest downpour that I have ever seen. People who were outside for about fifteen seconds came back inside drenched to the bone. It was awesome.

Even though I didn't blog every day, I still will have more than thirty by month's end,
Simon

Shake a Leg.

So, I have this dance. One might go so far as to call it my "Happy Dance". I tend to think of it as my "Boredom Dance" or my "Offstage Dance". It is the one weird thing that I do. Okay, it's one of the many weird things that I do (that's right, I italicized all four of those words). So, it's basically a slide-tap heel tap heel tap slide heel tap ball-of-foot-tap heel tap heel tap slide. Okay, that probably made no sense at all. You kind of have to see it.

As I mentioned, it is one of the weird things that I do. Another weird thing is my way of walking. Okay, let me explain. I have different patterns that I use to walk at different areas of my high school. So, the path from the theatre room to the choir room I typically walk in a 2232 pattern. The numbers correspond to the number of steps I take within a divided slab of concrete. The pattern I use for the path from the stoplight to the theatre room is more of a 333343 pattern. Okay, this is getting boring. I'm going to move on.

I love it when my hair is perfect. It's very rare. This is probably due to the fact that my "perfect" hairstyle looks like it took no effort at all. This, surprisingly, takes a lot of effort. Sometimes I think that my friend, who for the sake of anonymity I will call "Johnny" even though that isn't his real name, might have the right idea by shaving his head. Of course, Johnny looked rather weird when it was really short.

I have a power over a friend of mine that I am really enjoying. This guy used to do something to me that was really annoying. However, I knew something that he wanted to know and I made him pinkie-promise that he would no longer do that annoying thing if I told him about it. He pinkie-promised. Now, he is often very tempted to do that thing to me, but he knows I will break his pinkie if he does. Such is the power of the pinkie-promise.

Bored to tears? Boo-hoo,
Simon

Untitled.

For those of you who don't know (which anyone who reads my blog will), I am in high school. I am also heavily involved in the theatre program at my high school. As a senior in our advanced theatre class (Advanced Pantomime and Characterization or APAC) I have been assigned to find, cast, and direct a one-act play. I have been searching everywhere and found quite a few things to choose from. However, there is one that stands out from the rest. For the sake of nobody in my class knowing the title of it, I shall simply refer to it as "Untitled". Now, "Untitled" is a great show that was actually written by "Unnamed Great Author" and adapted into a play by "Unnamed Adapter". The only reason I wouldn't do "Untitled", is that a fellow actor in a previous year senior directed a show very similar to it. Now, I loved their show. I thought it was incredible. However, I don't want anyone else to think, "Oh he is just copying 'Unnamed Senior Director' with his show," and think that "Untitled" is an unoriginal choice.


I need to sleep more. I don't sleep very much at all most nights. That problem has recently been exacerbated by the fact that I have been sick which makes it even more difficult to sleep.
Oh my gosh, in my last post I mocked people who were even lamer than people who like Twilight (I know it seems impossible, right?) CW6 has another crappy vampire television show called "Moonlight".
So back to my sleep, I find myself just thinking about weird things like if the world could just spontaneously implode, if everyone shares the same reality, and why anyone with intelligence would ever be a registered Democrat. I think that if I had the answers to all of these questions than I would be able to sleep. I guess the only solution is to continue lying awake at night and thinking about these things.

Well, I best be off to bed where I won't sleep,
Simon

Like White On Rice.

So, I can't stand people. Okay, I can stand some people on a good day, but typically everyone annoys me to some degree. This means that I really can't stand it when people will not leave me alone. I mean, one of my favorite things in the world is solitude, therefore one of my least favorite things is having someone stick to me like white on rice. I shan't say who this person is, but they need to calm down. I mean, I guess they're okay as far as people go. They aren't a maniacal sociopath or anything. It's just that they have this annoying trait about them. That is that sometimes they can be really arrogant. So dude, humble yourself and leave me alone occasionally and we will get on famously.

Alright, so I have a friend who always says, "Who is this guy?" in a funny voice as a sort of catch phrase. It bothers me. It bothers me a lot. My solution to this problem is to over-use this same phrase around him as much as possible so that he will realize how annoying it is and stop doing it. I am therefore using it as a punchline to every joke.

Heather.
You may be wondering why it is I just did that. Well, I told my friend Heather that I would so I did.

I think the only thing sadder than people who legitimately enjoy the book or movie Twilight, are people who enjoy the cheap CW6 Twilight knock-off. Vampire Diaries. Oh my word. The commercial on channel six actually tried to convince me that people were on "teams" for that show. Granted, I'm sure that the acting on the show is at the same level as the acting in the Twilight movie and the writing of the scripts was at roughly the same level as the writing in the book Twilight, but at least Twilight was original in its awful writing and acting. I mean, at least the topic is altered enough to not be seen as a knock-off of Nosferatu or anything. At least be creative in the thing that you use as an outlet for your lack of creativity.

Why did Johnny make me do it? I mean, who is this guy?
Simon