This class is killing me. It's like i'm not even here. I've given up on trying to read the material, and i like to pretend that we don't have any homework. This of course is not true as my grade insists on telling me. So i am bearing this as best i can This is my major after all, but man its hard to appreciate some of this stuff. I for one believe that old literature should be known and not read. I only need to know enough about Sir Gaiwan to understand an allusion to him. That statement will be the death of no less than three english professors.
And that's what i like about english: its power. Really the only thing i don't like about his class is that we read the material and he explains it to us. He wants a discussion, but his definition of discussion is him presenting his ideas while we supply him with facts when he asks for them. "When did Virginia Woolf write 'A Room of One's own?' Good. Let me tell you about it." It'd be easier to bear if i had a cookie. Wyatt brought them for us to eat during his presentation, and they are sitting forgotten at the front of the class.
Ending #1 What i like in an english assignment: Read this. Think about it. Analyze it. Take something to it and bring something away from it. Then tell me what you learned Tell me your ideas. His assignments: Learn about an author. Find the facts: his life, his death, his works. We can't disagree on that.
Ending #2 It's funny. He always looks and me strangely when i make a comment on the text. He doesn't like to call on me anymore.
Ending #3 I think I'm going to steal a box of cookies.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Georges Braque
i have really loved taking world of art this semester. i especially love the modern art we are dicussing and have discovered a new favorite artist. His name is Georges Braque and he is a cubist painter adnd a contemporary of Picasso. Here are some of his works:
My revelation
i wish that i got the concept of a blog when i had started blogging. It would have been amazing to have chronicled my semester this way. So i will start by chronicling today. It was the final performance of Spring Sing and after crying so much last night i was expecting today to be much more emotional. That's not at all what happened. In fact it was during the Accapella choir's segment that i had the revelation to create this blog.
i went in immediate auto-pilot. The idea for the perfect blog had been somehow dropped into my head and i was not about to let it out. i thought it out and let it encompass me. i don't even remeber performing two or three of the songs i was so engrossed in the idea. I came around just before we sang 'How can I Keep From Singing?' and i know this about to sound really stupid, but in my head i imagined that i was saying something like 'how can i keep from writing?' and suddenly the song made so much sense and i had this revelation and conformation that i was doing it right; that i was supposed to be an english major and if i really keep after it i will find everything i want out of it. It was such an incredible, warm feeling. Like everything i had done, right or wrong, had gotten me to be who i was in that moment and in that moment i was on my way to becoming exactly what i wanted to become and what God wanted me to become. What a pawerful experience. It was one i will not soon forget, and i hope that i can continue feeling that way about myself as i prgress through life.
i went in immediate auto-pilot. The idea for the perfect blog had been somehow dropped into my head and i was not about to let it out. i thought it out and let it encompass me. i don't even remeber performing two or three of the songs i was so engrossed in the idea. I came around just before we sang 'How can I Keep From Singing?' and i know this about to sound really stupid, but in my head i imagined that i was saying something like 'how can i keep from writing?' and suddenly the song made so much sense and i had this revelation and conformation that i was doing it right; that i was supposed to be an english major and if i really keep after it i will find everything i want out of it. It was such an incredible, warm feeling. Like everything i had done, right or wrong, had gotten me to be who i was in that moment and in that moment i was on my way to becoming exactly what i wanted to become and what God wanted me to become. What a pawerful experience. It was one i will not soon forget, and i hope that i can continue feeling that way about myself as i prgress through life.
Lets try this again
So ever since i started blogging ( funny that 'life from the sidelines' was the first blog i attempted) i have been looking for the perfect blog for me. How do i express myself successfully. i think i finally found it. 'a room of one's own' is going to combine elements of all of my other blogs. originally this blog was entitled 'life from the sidelines' where i decided to be ridiculously funny (hence the first two posts) but now i want to try another approach where i really be very true to me posting pictures or videos i love and showing the world through my eyes.
One inspiriation for this blog came from the post things that happen from my blog Chad's everyday. i love finding meaning in everyday life so that will be a big part of this blog. Also there will be a lot of reminiscing and self-discovery. And I will put many of my short stories and writing ideas here. If my inspiration and vision of this blog become reality, this will be the blog to follow. Well i guess its up to you reader, read on and let me know.
One inspiriation for this blog came from the post things that happen from my blog Chad's everyday. i love finding meaning in everyday life so that will be a big part of this blog. Also there will be a lot of reminiscing and self-discovery. And I will put many of my short stories and writing ideas here. If my inspiration and vision of this blog become reality, this will be the blog to follow. Well i guess its up to you reader, read on and let me know.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Why you Should be Scared of the Dark
The dark is a pretty timid thing that likes to hide in corners and runs away when you turn on a lamp.
Except any time I turn off the light in any room ever, all the furniture in that room decides to play a little game called Lets-all-jump-right-in-Chad's-way-cause-he-can't-see-us.
Then I trip and die.
The End
Except any time I turn off the light in any room ever, all the furniture in that room decides to play a little game called Lets-all-jump-right-in-Chad's-way-cause-he-can't-see-us.
Then I trip and die.
The End
Monday, December 27, 2010
Proof That The Fates Hate Me
In my life I've decided that some things were invented for the sole purpose of being my demise. I'm pretty sure that in a former life I totally wasted one of the Fates in an epic duel and she is getting vengance by coming up with ways to almost kill me on a daily basis. Here are some of those ways:
1. Sprinklers. Pretty simple, right? They're these little things that magically pop out of the ground and spray water and happiness all over and make things grow. But Sprinklers are acctually little robots targeted to kill me. And that water stuff, I'm pretty sure its just piosoned liquid laser beams. Just think about the sound a sprinkler makes: k-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik. It sounds like a machine gun.
I live in a cute little apartment complex with grass and trees and nature and stuff. So whats the best way to keep everything green and happy? Hyper-active sprinklers. They are on 24 hours a day. Also they can hear when people are coming and lie dormant waiting to attack the one they were designed to kill. (Aka me) I'm pretty sure they are motion sensitive. And heat sensitive. Also they can smell fear.
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night I can hear them spraying just outside my window. It sounds like the whisperings of little demon creatures.
This makes going to my apartment a serious problem becuase, as fate would have it, its right in the middle of the everything. Meaning I have to walk past all kinds of sprinklers to get there. Not even the sidewalks are safe. Also because there are always sprinklers going somewhere in my apartment complex, the ground is usually covered in an inch of water. And there is usually fog. And possibly velociraptors. And deep in the recesses of the complex I can hear: k-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik Except for it sounds more like death.
The solution is pretty simple. I usually just get a helicopter to hover just above my apartment and I jump down onto my roof. From there I take the secret passageway to the conservatory and accuse Miss Scarlet with the candlestick. Then I go into my room and hide from the sprinklers in my man-cave.
2. People who spell my name wrong. Unlike sprinklers, this probably happens to normal people too. But wait! you think how can misspelling a name almost kill you on a daily basis? We'll get to that.
These are the most common ways people misspell my name:
Carl.
That could be a problem because Carl wouldn't know anything about Pokemon. Also if I gave my friend the winning answer to the million dollar question I'm pretty dang sure that I would end up with at least 65% of it. Because I have good friends.
3. The Cold. So the cold is more than just the temperature. It is caused partially by these little flying creatures. Thay are invisible. And heat sensitive. And i call them evil-demons-of-coldness-and-also-sorrow. Or just Cold Demons for short. You may notice that sometimes if you are outside in the cold and you stop walking to talk to people it suddenly gets colder. This is because of the Cold Demons. They hone in on groups of people that look even slightly warm. And then they attack.
You know what I mean. Have you ever randomly had a shiver attack for absolutley no reason? Yeah. Now you know why. Its cause a dozen little cold demons decided to jump down your back.
The worst part about this is that while having a shiver attack one is completely immoble and succeptable to other attacks from vicious animals/creatures from my imagination.
4. Stage Curtains. stage curtians are thick and heavy and made of the skin of a cross breed between a killer whale and a rhino. Except they are pretty colors to make people less intimidated by them. It obvoiusly works because nobody else believes that curtains are dangerous.
They are.
When I see a stage curtian its like looking at a inpenatrable castle wall that extends forever in every direction. There is only one way to get past this wall and that is by finding the secret hidden slit in the middle that happens to be invisible.
This is hard enough but what really makes stage curtains evil is that they are always placed on a stage which means that while you are trying to make it through the castle wall of doom, the whole world is watching you. And by watching you I mean laughing at you.
5. Shower Curtains. You know whats the scariest part about going to someone else's house? Going to the bathroom. And not because you have to ask where it is and it is all awkward, but because of shower curtains
They are designed so that you can't see through them. You aren't supposed to know what is on the other side.
Isn't that creepy? And they are in every bathroom
And the worst part: you can't get close enough to find out what is on the other side without becoming easy prey.
Reader, Don't get the wrong impression. These last two items may lead you to believe that I hate all curtains. This is not so. I love window curtains. They are like cute little picture frames that make everything seen through the window look joyful and picturesque. Also they add atmosphere to a room. They are so happy. In fact most fairies can only be seen through a curtained window.
Betcha didn't know that.
1. Sprinklers. Pretty simple, right? They're these little things that magically pop out of the ground and spray water and happiness all over and make things grow. But Sprinklers are acctually little robots targeted to kill me. And that water stuff, I'm pretty sure its just piosoned liquid laser beams. Just think about the sound a sprinkler makes: k-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik. It sounds like a machine gun.
I live in a cute little apartment complex with grass and trees and nature and stuff. So whats the best way to keep everything green and happy? Hyper-active sprinklers. They are on 24 hours a day. Also they can hear when people are coming and lie dormant waiting to attack the one they were designed to kill. (Aka me) I'm pretty sure they are motion sensitive. And heat sensitive. Also they can smell fear.
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night I can hear them spraying just outside my window. It sounds like the whisperings of little demon creatures.
This makes going to my apartment a serious problem becuase, as fate would have it, its right in the middle of the everything. Meaning I have to walk past all kinds of sprinklers to get there. Not even the sidewalks are safe. Also because there are always sprinklers going somewhere in my apartment complex, the ground is usually covered in an inch of water. And there is usually fog. And possibly velociraptors. And deep in the recesses of the complex I can hear: k-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik-chuik Except for it sounds more like death.
The solution is pretty simple. I usually just get a helicopter to hover just above my apartment and I jump down onto my roof. From there I take the secret passageway to the conservatory and accuse Miss Scarlet with the candlestick. Then I go into my room and hide from the sprinklers in my man-cave.
2. People who spell my name wrong. Unlike sprinklers, this probably happens to normal people too. But wait! you think how can misspelling a name almost kill you on a daily basis? We'll get to that.
These are the most common ways people misspell my name:
- Brice
- Breyece
- Brise
- Bryse
- Brisiona
- Beyonce
- Bartholomew
- Brittany
- Sopholces
- Hephaestus
- Jamal
- Methuselah
- Lars
- Darth Maul
- TheFatesHateYou
- Dakota
- MyNameIsNotThatHardToSpellPeople!!!
- Carl
Carl.
That could be a problem because Carl wouldn't know anything about Pokemon. Also if I gave my friend the winning answer to the million dollar question I'm pretty dang sure that I would end up with at least 65% of it. Because I have good friends.
3. The Cold. So the cold is more than just the temperature. It is caused partially by these little flying creatures. Thay are invisible. And heat sensitive. And i call them evil-demons-of-coldness-and-also-sorrow. Or just Cold Demons for short. You may notice that sometimes if you are outside in the cold and you stop walking to talk to people it suddenly gets colder. This is because of the Cold Demons. They hone in on groups of people that look even slightly warm. And then they attack.
You know what I mean. Have you ever randomly had a shiver attack for absolutley no reason? Yeah. Now you know why. Its cause a dozen little cold demons decided to jump down your back.
The worst part about this is that while having a shiver attack one is completely immoble and succeptable to other attacks from vicious animals/creatures from my imagination.
4. Stage Curtains. stage curtians are thick and heavy and made of the skin of a cross breed between a killer whale and a rhino. Except they are pretty colors to make people less intimidated by them. It obvoiusly works because nobody else believes that curtains are dangerous.
They are.
When I see a stage curtian its like looking at a inpenatrable castle wall that extends forever in every direction. There is only one way to get past this wall and that is by finding the secret hidden slit in the middle that happens to be invisible.
This is hard enough but what really makes stage curtains evil is that they are always placed on a stage which means that while you are trying to make it through the castle wall of doom, the whole world is watching you. And by watching you I mean laughing at you.
5. Shower Curtains. You know whats the scariest part about going to someone else's house? Going to the bathroom. And not because you have to ask where it is and it is all awkward, but because of shower curtains
They are designed so that you can't see through them. You aren't supposed to know what is on the other side.
Isn't that creepy? And they are in every bathroom
And the worst part: you can't get close enough to find out what is on the other side without becoming easy prey.
Reader, Don't get the wrong impression. These last two items may lead you to believe that I hate all curtains. This is not so. I love window curtains. They are like cute little picture frames that make everything seen through the window look joyful and picturesque. Also they add atmosphere to a room. They are so happy. In fact most fairies can only be seen through a curtained window.
Betcha didn't know that.
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