Tied-in

So the past week has gone along with the highlight of today, oddly enough. Must be setting up for my blogs, with how coincidental they are. But back to my point, have you ever felt so tied-in, so connected with something that it affected you? Or that its affects reflect on you anyway, even though they shouldn’t? That’s how I’ve been, for a week – very much… tied in.

Today though was a very interesting experience in my history of being “tied in” to people around me. Now, to start, it might’ve been when I shared his starbucks energy brew; he did offer. He really shouldn’t have, because that set me on a happy high, more so than one of my occasional happy-in-the-morning highs – which I already had anyway. Yea, bad start.

Fast forward a bit, he’s stretching, and you know, when you stretch you have that slightly scrunched up face which relaxes at the zenith of your stretch – he has that too. But, instead of relaxing, suddenly there’s this goofy smile. One of those goofy smiles. And man did I ever recognize that smile – seen it enough on others’ faces, as well as having had it on mine. Really though, I didn’t want to know, despite my teasing.

He had to tell. No details, but still more than really necessary. Just the first sentence would’ve been fine, the only thing I really would’ve felt it necessary to hear as a clarification. I did not need to hear about fleeing fish, or comparisons with the energizer bunny, or anything else of that sort. Nonetheless, I was in my energy-high, happy go lucky mood and just couldn’t help being amused. Still had to bite my finger to stop from being anything else. Pain is a good distractor.

But, what makes all of that interesting is that combination. I’ve never come across it before, but there’s plenty I probably never have. Still, this one kept me occupied the rest of the day. Not so much that my thoughts lingered on that thought so much as the mood stuck with me through out the day and my thoughts ran along those lines. I probably have more smile-worthy moments than him anyway, but maybe not – just likely, you understand.

hehehe.. there goes that smile again.

Alternative title: Sensual day

ANT BEGONE!

I am now of the opinion that the ants are out to get me, and my spiders aren’t doing their jobs. I really don’t want to have to strip my room just to be rid of these ants, but I am tired of being bitten! And the thing that gets me is there is not apparent reason for them to be here, all over the place in my room. It’s been vacuumed quite obsessively, and food has not been in the room in a week. The only “edible” thing left is me, but they’re not hounding me specifically – more like I’m in the way.

But of what?! I cannot for the life of me figure out what, and nothing done seems to shoo them away. The spiders must either be full, or very lazy because they are not doing anything about it like they normally would. I cannot blame winter months, because it is not cold out. I actually might have to strip my room (or just my bed, I really don’t care if they crawl on the carpet) and flush it all out of any trace substances.

So much to do, and no time to do them. Grrrr. Why does all the work pop up at the same time, when there are opportunties as well? Why can’t it happen when there’s nothing to otherwise do? So bothersomeee but I can’t stand this anymore! I’m developing a paranoia almost! Damn phantom-sensations.

History Forgotten

Here is me realizing, upon review, that I have a source for my paper that is over 1000 pages long. One Thousand Pages. The sad thing though, is that it’s a history source, on Christianity of all things. One would think, with how far it’s spread, that something so common to the Western world would not need such an extensive resource for an essay paper.

Okay, granted, the Extended Essay is a longer one, as far as essay papers go, and it requires a hefty amount of research and cross-referencing. But that I would need one that long on such a topic seems ridiculous. This is (to the Western World) “common knowledge” as it pertains to our upbringing – or at the least, it should be. And that, to me, is the problem. Not the (true) implication that despite learning about Christiantiy as fairly central as it is in the Western world, many people still need that resource at times to be sure they have their facts straight (forgetful much?).

My problem is that the world has similar issues – concerning the religion that is around the region they live in. Now I’m not trying to be stereotypical or anything, but India is the main (large) populace of Hindus, and probably mentions Christianity in history as it tied in during the British occupation. Probably mentions Buddhism because of its roots in India and Hinduism. Or maybe, my concern really is primarily in the Western world (or just the United States)?

Either way, my problem is this simple and sadly, little-noticed filtering of knowledge and information. It’s a terrible block in building a bridge of understanding, and wars are usually if not always fought over misunderstandings; personal to cross-cultural, it’s some level of it. All because of an information blackout. Well, maybe not blackout, but it’s not presented as openly as that which we are taught – not that we always rememeber that either.

Hell Week 1: Survived

I cannot wait until we can just turn the final copy in. Well, I can, because I’m not done with my essay, it still requires revision – a lot. But I can’t wait until I’m completely done with it. Nothing else to do, no more to worry about.

The best thing (or things?) about the Extended Essay are that firstly, I have become “prepared” to write later college/-reasearch papers, and secondly, that I learned quite a few things in actually researching for my paper. Knowing things that have a strong connection with the everyday but that most people don’t even know or realize makes me feel intelligent. Well, I am intelligent -I’m not an idiot – but it makes me feel intelligent.

It might be more speical for the more intelligent people, those of us who take a bunch of honors/advanced courses, and do well. Because in a way, they’re just as clueless on those kinds of everyday things. They’re just advanced academically, not necessarily in broader scopes. Well, unless those things are what they actually study. But how many people really do.

Anyway, I’ve gotten off track. I survived Hell Week 1 – so named for the frantic rush to make sure essays are actually in an acceptable form before turning in. I mean c’mon, most of us spend out time – me included – researching, trying to find good sources of information, something that will help answer our research question and answer it well. Oh, and notice my long sentences – all a result of writing that essay.

And now, I take a breather while doing the bits of regular homework. Then, I’ll get right back on it, writing again, with (eventually) revision notes. Until then, this week is over, and about time too.

Besides, I’m thristy – Hurricane Ike or no.

Giddy-Pissed: The Drunk

Well I’m not drunk, but I am very giddy at the moment. Inexplicably so in fact. I just kind of am. I accredit this to the hour, and the story I just read. I realized about halfway that it was one I had read before, but I remember now why I liked it. I wondered why I hadn’t saved it in any fashion though.

The feeling ended up reflecting the rest of my past week. I’d be almost unnatrually awake in the morning, despite still not being used to early school hour yet. I’d also take to school in a different way, just as it also has come to treat me differently so far this school year. I remember that I had been like this before, when I was younger. Academics had also seemed to hold the same disposition in relation to me then.

Odd feeling, but a happy one. And Jason Mraz can just keep playing in the background, very much setting the mood. Except for those 3 bogus parking violation warnings from the security officer at school.  Well, I was techinically in violation, but the warnings would not hold until next week, and it was pissing me off since I was already taking care of it. Oh, and the fact that the officer could not get the colour of my car right.

It’s a cauliflower-ocean blue, by the way. Just blue would have sufficed from the officer. (Instead of green, or grey, or frty – which I suspect is short for fruity, that stupid git)