No, not forever. I'll be back someday.
I just need to take a break, you know? After all, it's summer. Summer isn't meant to be spent sitting at a computer all day. You're supposed to, you know, do stuff.
Like eat ice cream and hot dogs and drink lemonade and look for treasure and take a ride in your wagon and throw mushy apples and water balloons at that icky girl next door and go for walks in the woods with your best friend and pretend you're a superhero or a spaceman or a private eye and have fun.
As I was saying, I'll be back later, when the air starts getting cooler and leaves start falling.
Or, I might write a post once in a while during the summer. I don't know.
So....bye.
Goodbye, Door-Knob-Eating-Carpet-Licker. Goodbye, Cruz. Awesome times blogging and stuff....
~Nixx
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Story Time, Kids!
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jeffrey McGain. McGain was a kind-hearted, caring man. He always thought of others before himself. Once, he won the lottery, and as he gleefully strutted home after receiving the 1.8 million dollars, he passed a hobo lying on the side of the road. He politely woke up the homeless man and handed him 2,000 dollars, patted him on the back, and continued his treck home. Jeffrey then passed a large sum of money to any needy person he met until he finally reached his house.
Another time, he skipped his wedding to save an old lady from a house fire. He had seen smoke and an orange glow rising from a small house while driving to the church in which he was to get married. Instinctively, he hopped from his car and ran into the colonial style home. Luckily, the only person in the building was the old lady, and she was sleeping on the first floor while the fire had started upstairs. Rushing the eldlerly woman from her home, he phoned 911 with his Blackberry.
Once Jeffrey had volunteered to drive a school bus after the original driver's wife had to go to a hospital. A few weeks later, he had climbed a tree to save a cat, which made him late for work. McGain's list of good deeds goes on and on. He hadn't gained muc hrespect nor many rewards for all his kindness, until one fateful winter day.
The date was January 3rd. Cold tufts of snow drifted from the dark grey clouds that smothered the sky. Dim moonlight shimmered through the few cracks in the blanket of clouds, lighting up only a few spots on Earth.
McGain had just left a party that he had thrown his brother for his brother's birthday. Though he was the last to leave the celebration and it was past midnight, he still felt cheerful. He was walking home in the cold when he noticed something glimmering in an open trashcan in an alleyway. Curiously, he stepped into the alleyway and stared into the trashcan.
What Jeffrey saw stunned him. It was a bright golden lamp, the kind a genie was supposed to reside in. He lifted the object out, heedless to the stench and filth that engulfed it. Turning it over and over in his gloved hands, he thought he saw something engraved in one side, but it was completely covered in grime. That was when he made a mistake. He tried wiping off the dirt, and he rubbed the side of the lamp.
The thing became bitilng hot in McGain's hands, and he dropped it into the snow. The lamp glowed bright orange before exploding. As the mist cleared, Jeffrey saw a strange being. It seemed humanoid, but there was something odd about it. Its skin was neon blue, like all the blue signs above casinos in Las Vegas.
As McGain stared in awe, the azul figure boomed, "I am the great Genie. I will grant you one wish, and one wish only."
Jeffrey sat gaping at the Genie, with nothing to say. For a second, he thought he had gone insane.
"Hurry, fool," roared the Genie. "I have waited eons for someone like you to find me. Make a wish so I may finally be free!"
Jeffrey blinked, and, with his voice a bit far off, said, "I wish for all pain, misery,hate, and chaos to disappear forever."
"And so it is," said the Genie, and with a snap of his fingers, everything disappeared, except Jeffrey McGain. There really was nothing. Nothing but an endless, white void and Jeffrey.
And so Jeffrey walked. And walked. And walked. And still he found nothing. All that was left was a plain white hallway that stretched on forever. Jeffrey thought he should be sad, or angry, or depressed, but he felt nothing.
One day, or month, or year (time had as well disappeared), Jeffrey came across the Genie. The Genie was sitting cross legged on the floor, and he grinned maniacally at Jeffrey.
"What have you done? Where is everything? Why am i trapped in this place? Why can't I feel any amount of sadness or anger?"
"The question is, what have you done, Jeffrey. This was your wish: that all pain and misery disappear. And so it has." The genie's smile grew even wider.
"But....but..." McGain stammered.
"Goodbye," said the Genie, completely ignoring Jeffrey. "I am off to a better place, another universe."
"Take me with you!" screamed Mcgain. But it was too late. The Genie was gone in a shower of dust.
So Jeffrey McGain walked and walked. He walked until his feet bled, and kept walking. He could not feel pain. He tried to cry about his losses, but could not. He could not feel misery. He tried to be angry with the Genie for what he had done, but could not. He could not hate. Nothing mattered anymore.
He went insane, ranting to himself. Somehow, the Genie had forgotten the part about chaos.
Another time, he skipped his wedding to save an old lady from a house fire. He had seen smoke and an orange glow rising from a small house while driving to the church in which he was to get married. Instinctively, he hopped from his car and ran into the colonial style home. Luckily, the only person in the building was the old lady, and she was sleeping on the first floor while the fire had started upstairs. Rushing the eldlerly woman from her home, he phoned 911 with his Blackberry.
Once Jeffrey had volunteered to drive a school bus after the original driver's wife had to go to a hospital. A few weeks later, he had climbed a tree to save a cat, which made him late for work. McGain's list of good deeds goes on and on. He hadn't gained muc hrespect nor many rewards for all his kindness, until one fateful winter day.
The date was January 3rd. Cold tufts of snow drifted from the dark grey clouds that smothered the sky. Dim moonlight shimmered through the few cracks in the blanket of clouds, lighting up only a few spots on Earth.
McGain had just left a party that he had thrown his brother for his brother's birthday. Though he was the last to leave the celebration and it was past midnight, he still felt cheerful. He was walking home in the cold when he noticed something glimmering in an open trashcan in an alleyway. Curiously, he stepped into the alleyway and stared into the trashcan.
What Jeffrey saw stunned him. It was a bright golden lamp, the kind a genie was supposed to reside in. He lifted the object out, heedless to the stench and filth that engulfed it. Turning it over and over in his gloved hands, he thought he saw something engraved in one side, but it was completely covered in grime. That was when he made a mistake. He tried wiping off the dirt, and he rubbed the side of the lamp.
The thing became bitilng hot in McGain's hands, and he dropped it into the snow. The lamp glowed bright orange before exploding. As the mist cleared, Jeffrey saw a strange being. It seemed humanoid, but there was something odd about it. Its skin was neon blue, like all the blue signs above casinos in Las Vegas.
As McGain stared in awe, the azul figure boomed, "I am the great Genie. I will grant you one wish, and one wish only."
Jeffrey sat gaping at the Genie, with nothing to say. For a second, he thought he had gone insane.
"Hurry, fool," roared the Genie. "I have waited eons for someone like you to find me. Make a wish so I may finally be free!"
Jeffrey blinked, and, with his voice a bit far off, said, "I wish for all pain, misery,hate, and chaos to disappear forever."
"And so it is," said the Genie, and with a snap of his fingers, everything disappeared, except Jeffrey McGain. There really was nothing. Nothing but an endless, white void and Jeffrey.
And so Jeffrey walked. And walked. And walked. And still he found nothing. All that was left was a plain white hallway that stretched on forever. Jeffrey thought he should be sad, or angry, or depressed, but he felt nothing.
One day, or month, or year (time had as well disappeared), Jeffrey came across the Genie. The Genie was sitting cross legged on the floor, and he grinned maniacally at Jeffrey.
"What have you done? Where is everything? Why am i trapped in this place? Why can't I feel any amount of sadness or anger?"
"The question is, what have you done, Jeffrey. This was your wish: that all pain and misery disappear. And so it has." The genie's smile grew even wider.
"But....but..." McGain stammered.
"Goodbye," said the Genie, completely ignoring Jeffrey. "I am off to a better place, another universe."
"Take me with you!" screamed Mcgain. But it was too late. The Genie was gone in a shower of dust.
So Jeffrey McGain walked and walked. He walked until his feet bled, and kept walking. He could not feel pain. He tried to cry about his losses, but could not. He could not feel misery. He tried to be angry with the Genie for what he had done, but could not. He could not hate. Nothing mattered anymore.
He went insane, ranting to himself. Somehow, the Genie had forgotten the part about chaos.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Do You Believe In Rock N' Roll? Does Music Save Your Mortal Soul?
Yes and yes.
I don't really know what to post about, so I'm just gonna make a list of my favorite bands. If you guys know of any awesome music groups, tell me what they are (in a comment of course)! Music rocks, literally (haha, like the pun?).
Umm.....wow. That's all I can think of right now. How sad. Don't worry, I'm not completely hopeless, I like waaaay more music than that, but there are a few bands out there that only have one or two songs I like, and I don't count those bands.
Well, that's all for today. Peaceout.
~Nixx
I don't really know what to post about, so I'm just gonna make a list of my favorite bands. If you guys know of any awesome music groups, tell me what they are (in a comment of course)! Music rocks, literally (haha, like the pun?).
- Creedence Clearwater Revival
- Linkin Park
- The Beatles
- Queen
- The Gorillaz
- All American Rejects
- Presidents of the United States of America
- Black Sabbath
- Pink Floyd
- Led Zeppelin
- ACDC
- Sublime
- The Doors
- The Who
- Foo Fighters
- David Cook
Umm.....wow. That's all I can think of right now. How sad. Don't worry, I'm not completely hopeless, I like waaaay more music than that, but there are a few bands out there that only have one or two songs I like, and I don't count those bands.
Well, that's all for today. Peaceout.
~Nixx
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Ok, So I'm Stupid. I Admit It.
Earlier I wrote a post called "Goodbye". In it, I said that I was going to quit blogging because I was moving and would have to leave my computer behind. Of course, I'm not quitting, and I just wrote that post because it's April Fool's Day.
And unlike Dibsy, I didn't leave a huge blank space and then say "JUST KIDDING!" Instead, I left a comment that said "APRIL FOOLS!!".
I originally thought it was kind of sort of almost halfway a little funny. But the two people that read it, Dark Wolf and Levi, obviously didn't.
So, Dark Wolf and Levi: Sorry! Seriously. Wow, guys. I'm stupid, alright?
Ok. The End.
And unlike Dibsy, I didn't leave a huge blank space and then say "JUST KIDDING!" Instead, I left a comment that said "APRIL FOOLS!!".
I originally thought it was kind of sort of almost halfway a little funny. But the two people that read it, Dark Wolf and Levi, obviously didn't.
So, Dark Wolf and Levi: Sorry! Seriously. Wow, guys. I'm stupid, alright?
Ok. The End.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Future Is Comin' On, It's Comin' on, It's Comin On...
(For those of you who don't know, that title is one of the lines from the song Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz. They're a rap/hip-hop group, so most of you probably wouldn't like the song anyway.)
Wow, It's been a while since I've posted. Not a really long time, but quite a while. And in that time of non-posting, I've been thinking. About the future.
Seriously, I don't see myself blogging a year from now. There are just more important things in life that sitting at a computer all day accomplishing nothing whatsoever (when I think of one, I'll let you guys know).
But really, I've been busy lately. I guess that explains my blogness absence. And I've been really tired lately too. It's weird. I get pretty much the same amount of sleep as before, but whatever.
Hey, now. Don't get all angry at me 'cause I don't post much. I'm not the only blog neglector out there. There are tons of bloggers that don't blog as much as they used to.
I'm not going to quit, though. At least not yet. As I said, I can't see myself blogging a year from now. Aww, boo hoo.
Another reason I haven't been posting much is I don't have the urge to write. Or draw. Or read. Or do anything creative at all, for that matter. It's not like I have writer's block, in which I feel like writing but can't write. It's like I've just lost interest in everything. So it's not "writer's block", it's "creator's inability to do anything 'cause he doesn't feel like and has just lost interest in everything". Yeah.
Well, I dunno what else to say, so here's a KITTEH picture from icanhascheezburger.com
Wow, It's been a while since I've posted. Not a really long time, but quite a while. And in that time of non-posting, I've been thinking. About the future.
Seriously, I don't see myself blogging a year from now. There are just more important things in life that sitting at a computer all day accomplishing nothing whatsoever (when I think of one, I'll let you guys know).
But really, I've been busy lately. I guess that explains my blogness absence. And I've been really tired lately too. It's weird. I get pretty much the same amount of sleep as before, but whatever.
Hey, now. Don't get all angry at me 'cause I don't post much. I'm not the only blog neglector out there. There are tons of bloggers that don't blog as much as they used to.
I'm not going to quit, though. At least not yet. As I said, I can't see myself blogging a year from now. Aww, boo hoo.
Another reason I haven't been posting much is I don't have the urge to write. Or draw. Or read. Or do anything creative at all, for that matter. It's not like I have writer's block, in which I feel like writing but can't write. It's like I've just lost interest in everything. So it's not "writer's block", it's "creator's inability to do anything 'cause he doesn't feel like and has just lost interest in everything". Yeah.
Well, I dunno what else to say, so here's a KITTEH picture from icanhascheezburger.com
Monday, March 2, 2009
A Tragedy
As the doors rushed open in front of the large crowd that surrounded me, screams filled the air. They were screams of complete and utter terror. Even my heart jumped when I saw what had occurred here.
There, lying on the ground, was a dead body.
Now usually, I can handle things like this. But the body lying in the soil before me belonged to a dear friend of mine. And, as I stared at that lifeless shell at my feet, tears stung the backs of my eyes.
That friend and I hadn't known each other for too long, but we got along pretty well. The only time we had ever quarreled was once, when he had eaten my favorite blue crayon. But we had buried the hatchet after a few days, and soon I was feeding him his favorite meal worms again. He always loved those things. You could see a twinkle in his eyes as he shoved the still-wriggling creatures into his mouth, ripping into their flesh, causing the slimy green insides to seep out into his throat. Actually, those meal worms did look pretty good. Once, when I thought no one was looking, I popped one in my mouth. But at that moment the teacher walked by, and she immediately ordered me to spit the worm out. So I obeyed.
Oh, I guess I should tell you, my friend is a hamster. Rico, Mrs. Lund's Kindergarten class's hamster to be exact. I might also mention that I am a Kindergartner in Mrs. Lund's class in the Windle Valley Elementary School.
Anyway, the sight of Rico's cold, lifeless body was very traumatizing. As I said, there were several screams, and much of my class was either already or close to tears. Though, one my more barbaric and heartless coworkers, Rodney van Gust, uttered the word "cool". I gave him an icy stare an raised my fist in front of him.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I caught a glance of Tommy Vinshaw. Tommy wasn't exactly my friend, but he wasn't really an enemy, either. He was just one of those kids that was there; he never really payed any attention to me, and I didn't pay any attention to him, either. But on this occasion, Tommy was staring at me intently, with a sort of blank expression on his face. I guessed he was just to devastated to say or do anything, but his staring at me was kind of freakin' me out. When he noticed that I knew he was looking at me, he averted his gaze.
For a second there, I thought I had seen a little guilt on his thin face. But I couldn't just go around being suspicious of people like that. After all, I felt a little guilty too, for not keeping an eye on Rico. I might have been able to save his life.
That's when I felt someone resting their head on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head and saw that it was Seanna Ackins. Her head was leaning against my shoulder, and I felt tears soaking into my T-shirt.
"Umm... Seanna?"
"Oh, Jimmy, look at poor Rico! The horror! Who could have done something like this? Rico was a good hamster, he never hurt anyone," Seanna said through her tears. Her high voice was choked with sadness.
"Well, actually, Rico did bite Matt Shock's finger that one time..."
"Jimmy, you know how to bring humor into even the most tragic of situations. You're so clever and funny, Jimmy," Seanna complemented, almost smiling. I was confused. How was that funny? Two Janitors had to report to the classroom that day to clean up all of Matt's blood.
I stared at her in confusion for a moment. She stared back at me, smiling gleefully. How could she be so happy at a time like this? There was a dead body less than two feet away from us, and a homocidal, maniacal, murderer in the class, perhaps plotting to strike again!
At that moment, Mrs. Lund spoke. "Umm, class, I think that we should have inside recess today. Just forget about anything bad you've seen..."
Forget about it? How could we forget about the death of a dear friend?
"Forget about what? What happened?" questioned someone from the back of the line. It was Lynn Tucker. She had been standing near the back of the group and hadn't seen Rico's body. Lynn had probably wondered why everyone was weeping or screaming.
"Rico's dead, you idiot!" Rodney shouted bluntly.
At that, more people started whining in sorrow as if the words "Rico's dead" had resummoned tears and pain. One of those people was Seanna, and tears wet the deep red strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes. These people were pitiful. They cried at everything. At least I could control my emotions.
I heard Mrs. Lund let out a long, stressful sigh. After we had all calmed down and a few other teachers had stomped out into the hall to see what was the matter, we were all herded back into our classroom.
When I saw Rico's empty cage, I remembered the danger we were in. Someone in here was a killer. And he wouldn't stop with Rico. Soon, Bob the goldfish would be dead as well. Before long, all the teachers and students would be gone, too. It was up to me to save the school.
To Be Continued...
There, lying on the ground, was a dead body.
Now usually, I can handle things like this. But the body lying in the soil before me belonged to a dear friend of mine. And, as I stared at that lifeless shell at my feet, tears stung the backs of my eyes.
That friend and I hadn't known each other for too long, but we got along pretty well. The only time we had ever quarreled was once, when he had eaten my favorite blue crayon. But we had buried the hatchet after a few days, and soon I was feeding him his favorite meal worms again. He always loved those things. You could see a twinkle in his eyes as he shoved the still-wriggling creatures into his mouth, ripping into their flesh, causing the slimy green insides to seep out into his throat. Actually, those meal worms did look pretty good. Once, when I thought no one was looking, I popped one in my mouth. But at that moment the teacher walked by, and she immediately ordered me to spit the worm out. So I obeyed.
Oh, I guess I should tell you, my friend is a hamster. Rico, Mrs. Lund's Kindergarten class's hamster to be exact. I might also mention that I am a Kindergartner in Mrs. Lund's class in the Windle Valley Elementary School.
Anyway, the sight of Rico's cold, lifeless body was very traumatizing. As I said, there were several screams, and much of my class was either already or close to tears. Though, one my more barbaric and heartless coworkers, Rodney van Gust, uttered the word "cool". I gave him an icy stare an raised my fist in front of him.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I caught a glance of Tommy Vinshaw. Tommy wasn't exactly my friend, but he wasn't really an enemy, either. He was just one of those kids that was there; he never really payed any attention to me, and I didn't pay any attention to him, either. But on this occasion, Tommy was staring at me intently, with a sort of blank expression on his face. I guessed he was just to devastated to say or do anything, but his staring at me was kind of freakin' me out. When he noticed that I knew he was looking at me, he averted his gaze.
For a second there, I thought I had seen a little guilt on his thin face. But I couldn't just go around being suspicious of people like that. After all, I felt a little guilty too, for not keeping an eye on Rico. I might have been able to save his life.
That's when I felt someone resting their head on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head and saw that it was Seanna Ackins. Her head was leaning against my shoulder, and I felt tears soaking into my T-shirt.
"Umm... Seanna?"
"Oh, Jimmy, look at poor Rico! The horror! Who could have done something like this? Rico was a good hamster, he never hurt anyone," Seanna said through her tears. Her high voice was choked with sadness.
"Well, actually, Rico did bite Matt Shock's finger that one time..."
"Jimmy, you know how to bring humor into even the most tragic of situations. You're so clever and funny, Jimmy," Seanna complemented, almost smiling. I was confused. How was that funny? Two Janitors had to report to the classroom that day to clean up all of Matt's blood.
I stared at her in confusion for a moment. She stared back at me, smiling gleefully. How could she be so happy at a time like this? There was a dead body less than two feet away from us, and a homocidal, maniacal, murderer in the class, perhaps plotting to strike again!
At that moment, Mrs. Lund spoke. "Umm, class, I think that we should have inside recess today. Just forget about anything bad you've seen..."
Forget about it? How could we forget about the death of a dear friend?
"Forget about what? What happened?" questioned someone from the back of the line. It was Lynn Tucker. She had been standing near the back of the group and hadn't seen Rico's body. Lynn had probably wondered why everyone was weeping or screaming.
"Rico's dead, you idiot!" Rodney shouted bluntly.
At that, more people started whining in sorrow as if the words "Rico's dead" had resummoned tears and pain. One of those people was Seanna, and tears wet the deep red strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes. These people were pitiful. They cried at everything. At least I could control my emotions.
I heard Mrs. Lund let out a long, stressful sigh. After we had all calmed down and a few other teachers had stomped out into the hall to see what was the matter, we were all herded back into our classroom.
When I saw Rico's empty cage, I remembered the danger we were in. Someone in here was a killer. And he wouldn't stop with Rico. Soon, Bob the goldfish would be dead as well. Before long, all the teachers and students would be gone, too. It was up to me to save the school.
To Be Continued...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST
IF YOU EXPERIENCE SEIZURES OR OTHER ILLNESSES FROM READING, DO NOT READ THIS POST. SIMPLY VISIT YOUTUBE AND WATCH A VIDEO WITH LOTS OF FLASHY LIGHTS (NOTICE: if you were stupid enough to visit youtube and watch a seizure-inducing, flashy video, please do not sue me).
In school today, instead of doing stupid work and crap, we watched a movie. It was called Anne Frank: The Whole Story. And it was about Anne Frank (no duh). For the past few weeks we've been studying the Holocaust in school, and I guess the movie was supposed to teach us some stuff about the Holocaust.
And when the teachers said we were going to watch a movie, I was thinking it would be some sort of educational documentary thing. But it wasn't. It was a regular film, and a pretty good one at that. It was interesting, exciting, sad, and powerful. There was even some humor thrown into it.
The film followed the trials and triumphs of Anne Frank while she was in hiding, before she went into hiding, and while she was in a concentration camp. The movie was really powerful, and it really got me thinking. And it was sad, too; it was probably the saddest movie I've ever seen. Man, do I sound like a critic? I better stop before I start rating it and telling you guys to go watch it.
But, yeah. We've been learning about the Holocaust and World War II a lot lately. And to think that the slaughtering of 6 million people and one of, if not the, largest war in the history of the world started for ONE reason. One feeling. One emotion. HATE.
Yes, hate. Hate and racism started that war. It was really a terrible thing. No, really, it was.
Seriously, you hear all these things about how hate and racism and prejudice and discrimination are bad. But they're much worse than you really think they are. These things can kill us. Kill us all, and rip our planet to shreds. Do you really want that? I didn't think so.
And you would think that after the war had ended and millions of people had been massacred we would learn to cease racism. But nooooo, we humans continue with our idiotic ways. There is still prejudice in the world. I mean, back when owning slaves, people like you and me, was legal, we didn't realize that this kind of stuff was bad. So Abraham Lincoln passed the Emancipation Proclamation, and we were like "Sweet. No more hate. No more Slaves. Yippee."
But the prejudice lingered. It hung within the hearts of many people, and those people passed it down so other people felt the hate. And to this day, the hate lingers. Won't we ever learn?
We might not realize it, but we still discriminate some people. Even when we're just talkin' with friends, we say offensive things. Comments that harm certain groups of people. And even if you say "Oh, I was just messin' around," it's still offensive. It is still considered prejudice or discrimination.
A while ago, someone in my class wrote "Love, Peace, and Happiness" on the cover of one of their books. When I saw it, I thought "Yeah right. It's more like 'Hate, War, and Misery'." So why don't we just CHANGE?
Totally changing the subject, I've decided to change the title of my blog. But I couldn't decide what to use, so I've made a poll for you guys. You should go vote. Really! It's good for your soul!
In school today, instead of doing stupid work and crap, we watched a movie. It was called Anne Frank: The Whole Story. And it was about Anne Frank (no duh). For the past few weeks we've been studying the Holocaust in school, and I guess the movie was supposed to teach us some stuff about the Holocaust.
And when the teachers said we were going to watch a movie, I was thinking it would be some sort of educational documentary thing. But it wasn't. It was a regular film, and a pretty good one at that. It was interesting, exciting, sad, and powerful. There was even some humor thrown into it.
The film followed the trials and triumphs of Anne Frank while she was in hiding, before she went into hiding, and while she was in a concentration camp. The movie was really powerful, and it really got me thinking. And it was sad, too; it was probably the saddest movie I've ever seen. Man, do I sound like a critic? I better stop before I start rating it and telling you guys to go watch it.
But, yeah. We've been learning about the Holocaust and World War II a lot lately. And to think that the slaughtering of 6 million people and one of, if not the, largest war in the history of the world started for ONE reason. One feeling. One emotion. HATE.
Yes, hate. Hate and racism started that war. It was really a terrible thing. No, really, it was.
Seriously, you hear all these things about how hate and racism and prejudice and discrimination are bad. But they're much worse than you really think they are. These things can kill us. Kill us all, and rip our planet to shreds. Do you really want that? I didn't think so.
And you would think that after the war had ended and millions of people had been massacred we would learn to cease racism. But nooooo, we humans continue with our idiotic ways. There is still prejudice in the world. I mean, back when owning slaves, people like you and me, was legal, we didn't realize that this kind of stuff was bad. So Abraham Lincoln passed the Emancipation Proclamation, and we were like "Sweet. No more hate. No more Slaves. Yippee."
But the prejudice lingered. It hung within the hearts of many people, and those people passed it down so other people felt the hate. And to this day, the hate lingers. Won't we ever learn?
We might not realize it, but we still discriminate some people. Even when we're just talkin' with friends, we say offensive things. Comments that harm certain groups of people. And even if you say "Oh, I was just messin' around," it's still offensive. It is still considered prejudice or discrimination.
A while ago, someone in my class wrote "Love, Peace, and Happiness" on the cover of one of their books. When I saw it, I thought "Yeah right. It's more like 'Hate, War, and Misery'." So why don't we just CHANGE?
Totally changing the subject, I've decided to change the title of my blog. But I couldn't decide what to use, so I've made a poll for you guys. You should go vote. Really! It's good for your soul!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Title.
Don't you love this title? Didn't it intrigue you to read this post? Didn't it catch you eye? Didn't it fill you with so much suspense the second you saw it that you just HAD to read it? No? Crap.
Well, I still have writer's block, so I can't really write anything really awesome, but I did write something for my homework for Language Arts class. Here it goes:
Joe was a person. He lived in a house. The house was in a town. The town was in a county. The county was in a state. The state was in a country. The country was in a continent. The continent was on a planet. The planet was in a solar system. The solar system was in a galaxy. The galaxy was in a universe. The universe was in a dimension. Then everything exploded, and there was nothing but an infinite void of nothingness. Then Joe woke up. The End.
Great, wasn't it? No? Crap.
~Nixx
Well, I still have writer's block, so I can't really write anything really awesome, but I did write something for my homework for Language Arts class. Here it goes:
Joe was a person. He lived in a house. The house was in a town. The town was in a county. The county was in a state. The state was in a country. The country was in a continent. The continent was on a planet. The planet was in a solar system. The solar system was in a galaxy. The galaxy was in a universe. The universe was in a dimension. Then everything exploded, and there was nothing but an infinite void of nothingness. Then Joe woke up. The End.
Great, wasn't it? No? Crap.
~Nixx
Saturday, February 14, 2009
A Hole In My Mind
Wow. It seems as though there's a hole in my mind, and my thoughts and ideas are simply leaking out of it.
Yep, I have writer's block.
There's an enormous pile of ideas stacked up somewhere in the recesses of my mind, but they're all locked up behind a steel door. A steel door that I lost the key to.
Like, once an idea for a story or drawing or something pops into my head, I think to myself "Woah, that would be perfect to write about. I'll just store that somewhere in the back of my brain until I have time to write it down."
Sadly, though, when I do get time to write it down or whatever, I don't. Why? It's like I just lose the urge to write. Well, I want to write, but I usually don't feel like writing about what I originally intended. *Sigh*
The ideas are right there. Within my reach. All I have to do is grab an idea and write. But, no, that guy in my head is just too lazy.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Don't you guys all have little guys in your heads? Well, I do.
His name is Oxford Copernicus III, but everyone calls him Frank. He wears an "I'm with Stupid" shirt, a pair of old Wrangler jeans, and sunglasses. Oh, and Frank has this goatee and a Mohawk. Yeah, I know he has a weird sense of style.
Hey, Frank just ordered me to tell you to go read the post below this one, since not many people have read it yet.
~Nixx
Yep, I have writer's block.
There's an enormous pile of ideas stacked up somewhere in the recesses of my mind, but they're all locked up behind a steel door. A steel door that I lost the key to.
Like, once an idea for a story or drawing or something pops into my head, I think to myself "Woah, that would be perfect to write about. I'll just store that somewhere in the back of my brain until I have time to write it down."
Sadly, though, when I do get time to write it down or whatever, I don't. Why? It's like I just lose the urge to write. Well, I want to write, but I usually don't feel like writing about what I originally intended. *Sigh*
The ideas are right there. Within my reach. All I have to do is grab an idea and write. But, no, that guy in my head is just too lazy.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Don't you guys all have little guys in your heads? Well, I do.
His name is Oxford Copernicus III, but everyone calls him Frank. He wears an "I'm with Stupid" shirt, a pair of old Wrangler jeans, and sunglasses. Oh, and Frank has this goatee and a Mohawk. Yeah, I know he has a weird sense of style.
Hey, Frank just ordered me to tell you to go read the post below this one, since not many people have read it yet.
~Nixx
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