I'm gonna find this guy and marry him

DHSBS vs. PhD

Lazy days. Losing track of the time. The only number keeping me alive is those 85 until graduation. Thank the lord.

High school should just teach all of the required information for life... not all the extra crap. Honestly, I don't think I've learned any of my knowledge this year from school. I've just gotten really good at BS-ing things and getting good grades for them. Not only will I be graduating with my high school diploma, but a degree in High School Bull-Shitting.

Amidst writing an English essay, downloading some chill music.

30 days without facebook on Saturday? Here's the conclusions I have come to without facebook...

1) It is almost impossible to network: meaning that I'm constantly meeting new people, with no way of contacting them, ever.

2) You spend a lot more of your time on the computer being productive: unimaginable, I know. I've applied for numerous scholarships and composed emails. Also browsed the web researching for "fun."

3) You could care less about what others are up to: it's slightly less depressing to not have all those statuses about how much fun people had at concerts you wish you went to.

4) Post-addiction you often catch yourself typing "facebo..." into your web-browser, before pressing backspace.

5) People aren't obsessed with your life! Post something on facebook and you're bound to hear about it the next day.

More to come, but for now... that essay is calling my name.

Last night a DJ saved my life

I forgot how much I love disco skating! I went with Maddie M. and Jessie last night. We all attempted at dressing up. My outfit was pretty badass. We decided I looked like a polygamist figure skater.

Don't even bother calling me on Saturday nights anymore, I'm gonna be disco skating.

On Friday night I got a peacock feather extension put into my hair. I'm not all the way used to it because it's tugging on my scalp a little bit, but it's pretty rad.

Got a crap load of homework to do tonight because I put it off all week and weekend. Kill me. See ya later.

My favorite disco song...

TGIF

I hate the radio anymore. Maybe because I listen to NOTHING. I like my dubstep, my Weezy, and my Beatles. That is all.

I'm sitting here half naked at the computer as I slurp (such an ugly word) on my Sonic happy hour vanilla coke. My vice.

Looking into a new car. COLLEGE car. My dream would be a white Mazda2 or Mazda 3 hatchback... but I doubt that'll be happenin.

Ughhhhhh

I want to graduate... TODAY.
I want to hike the red rocks.
I want my CNA.
I want to start working in the clinic.
I want cash flow.
I want to meet new people.
I want to go to Vegas for the weekend cause I felt like it.
I want gossipy high school girls to fall off the edge of the planet.
I want track to be over.
I want my new laptop.
I want to go cliff jumping.
I want to yell off the side of a mountain.
I want to sleep all day and never wake up.
I NEED to do my homework.
I NEED to go to class.
I NEED to do two more packets.

Empty brain-flow for the day.

Ancient World Civ

I love Ancient World Civilizations. I love history, world or American.

Our most recent project assigned was to research a world religion and report on it. Not sure if it's a paper or a presentation yet, but I'm in the middle of the notes process.

Anywho, I chose Taoism/Daoism. We're on the ancient China unit in class and the book barely touched on this subject, but I decided to dive deeper into the research. When I told my dad about my religion of choice, he said, "alright, but you should have picked Judeism or something easy. Taoism is hard to understand..." I replied, "Good, I don't want something easy."

The opening words of the Tao Te Ching, or the Taoist bible basically, reads:

"The Way that can be described is not the true Way."
"The Name that can be named is not the constant Name."

It's been open for interpretation as long as the Tao Te Ching has been translated into English. Most philosiphers understand this as preparing the reader for things unteachable. Basically, even limiting the religion to a name, Tao/Dao is dangerous, because it's binding something which is all things to a name.

Taoists believe that we are all made up of stars, just like everything else in the universe. There are no Gods, just the ancestors. Tao practices the heavy influence and worship of ancestors past. Just like a peach tree grows from the earth, we are all just products of the earth also. And our stressors or anger are disrupting the flow of the earth, because there is a natural way in which everything is supposed to work out.

I find the religion to be very influencal. I mean, it's already shaped China for several millenia. Many things have been driven from the ancient religion, like astrology and horoscopes, yoga, many forms of martial arts, and even Pokemon!

If I were to be reborn again I would have definitely picked to grow up in this religion. Why do you think the Chinese live to be so old and wise? It's because of all this meditation, one with the earth, self-healing stuff. Obviously they're doing something right...

Dreams, Superstition, and the Unnatural

(Yes, this is my journal. But all you'll ever see of it.)
I had a super weird and unrealistic dream about prom last night. Which got me thinking; I should share some of my supernatural obsession with my blog readers.

I've always been super fascinated by dreams and what makes us have them.... since as long as I can remember. As I was reading up on them one day this year, an author said that he keeps a journal of all his dreams. Some days may be vague, and some days he might not have any dreams at all. But nonetheless, write them down. I have my own dream journal. I notice that day by day after writing in it, my dreams get clearer and are easier to remember. From there I spend a few minutes researching in various dream dictionaries, looking for what subconcious emotions are bringing up certain imagery. As weird as I may sound for doing all of this, I'm merely just intrigued by the way our minds work. (and I have discovered a lot about my subconcious than you'd think...)

I've had some instances where I write my dreams down, and have to revisit them later in the week, because something that I saw looked or felt familiar. Like a month ago, I had a dream in which we were standing in an empty house of my friend's, because he was about to move to Logan. I wrote it down and didn't think anything of it. That Saturday we stood in the same friend's house, emptied, because he was getting ready to move to Logan. I'm trying to think nothing more of it than a strange coincidence.

Though I could go on this tangent for hours, I'll spare you. You're probably already thinking, wow Liz, you are extremely weird. But who cares, World of Warcraft or excessive dream researching, we all have some strange obsessions.