what category do i fall under?

you know, humans are kind of funny. we do a lot of strange things. (i'm assuming that everyone who's reading this is human, though perhaps i shouldn't.) one of the strangest things we do is cast illusions.
and no, i'm not talking about pull-a-bunny-out-of-a-hat illusions. i mean we make ourselves think that certain things exist, even though they don't.
for instance, humans like to categorize everything. and by everything, i mean people.
in many minds, all people fall under certain categories. he is cool. she's a nerd. he is emo. she is a genius. he is an idiot. she is bad. he is good.
labels.
do these really exist? or did society just make them up?
i don't think that one word is adequate enough to describe anybody. people are so incredibly complex that it is impossible to completely describe someone with an entire book, let alone a single word. so why do we constantly do it?
why do we look at someone and immediately think, "that kid's a geek," or "that kid is cool"? what does it mean? and why do we feel the need to do this?
and what happens if someone doesn't fit any of the categories? is there a special "miscellaneous" label for him?
are all of us doomed to fit under a label? to be categorised like we're objects and not people?
and is labeling necessarily a bad thing?
what's up with it?

Procrastinators Unite!

...tomorrow.

out of this world

We are aliens to aliens.
isn't that a strange thought? do you think the people who live on Neptune or Pluto have movies and books about Earthling invasions? maybe they're sending ships over here to try to find life forms on earth.
well, they'll find life forms, all right. plenty of them here.
you know, it's pretty cool that we managed to send robots to mars. you'd think that we'd have to be smart to be able to do something like that. but we're not. it's weird. if we're so smart, shouldn't we be able to figure out a way to make world peace, or stop crime, or end hunger? we can't, apparently. so how are we smart enough to figure out how to walk on the moon, but dumb enough to invent bombs capable of blowing a billion fellow humans to bits on the push of a button? it just doesn't make sense to me.
you know, instead of spending so much money putting robots on mars and sending satellites through space and putting men on the moon, i think we should be more concerned with trying to find intelligent life on this planet.

random nonsense

i hate wet water,
i like warm ice,
and i can handle dirt, just as long as
it isn't dirty.


a flea and a fly and a floo
were stuck, so what could they do?
"let us flee," said the fly.
"let us fly" said the flea.
so they flew through a flaw in the floo.


anyone here who isn't funcuzed doesn't really know what's going on.


i am the bestest at grammar and grate att spelling, but the best part about me is that i am incredibly modest, and have no ego whatsoever.


did you understand anything written on this post? if the answer is "no", please stop reading and go on to the next post. if the answer is "yes", please continue on to the sentence below:


wow! you are bad at following directions, aren't you?

the truest thing i've ever heard:

if life made sense, we'd all be bored.

magic

what is magic?
good question, isn't it?
is magic just a bunch of people in funny pointed hats who recited rhyming spells and cook potions of newt eyes and frog tongues?
or is it something much, much deeper? something that's lurking somewhere in the darkest corners of your soul? something that grows with you, changes you?
in my opinion, you don't have to be harry potter to see magic. it's everywhere. the way the sky glows on fire at sunset, that's magical. the smell of rain after a storm, when everything is wet and cool and clean and fresh. that's magical.
magic, i think, is something incredibly beautiful. it's a sensation that you can't quite explain. it's bright and gorgeous, but at the same time dark and mysterious. and sometimes scary.
the feeling that you get sometimes, late at night, when the only sounds are the silence roaring in your ears and a few bumps and creeks that seem to be coming from everywhere at once. there's something magical about that, too.
one of the most magical things of all is music. it seems to come from a different world entirely. there is something about music that touches your soul and pulls at your heart the way nothing else can. music can make you laugh or cry easier than anything else in the world.
music.
sometimes, music is the only way you can express yourself. music seems to be part of a different world, a world much bigger and lighter and more mysterious and much, much more magical than ours.
a beautiful song, with words that are sad and sweet and a melody that touched me. that is magic.

national holiday

i don't know if you are aware of the fact, but tomorrow is Presidents Day. i didn't put in an apostraphe, because i'm not sure if it needs one. is it "The day of the presidents", or "The day belonging to the president"? i'm really not sure. so i decided not to put an apostraphe in, because i thought that if it needed one you would all figure it was a typographical error. except this whole paragraph just gaurenteed that you won't think that. oh, well.
is it just me, or are there a bit too many national holidays in the U.S.? think about it: presidents day, labor day, clolombus day, lincoln's birthday.... Does anyone even think about presidents on presidents day? i know i don't.
it's not that i'm complaining i get off from school for apparently no reason. i'm just wondering, why do presidents need their own special day? i think they have enough cool stuff already- the army, regular appearance on national telivision, a nice white house. so why do presidents get their own day? why don't we have firefighters day? or lawyers day? or stand-up comedians day? or people who blog about random things day?
you know, i like that last one. i think i'm gonna start my own national holiday. it'll be called Griffinrider Blog Day . it has a nice ring to it, don't you think? ok, so now that we have the name, we have to think of a good date for our holiday. any ideas?
and, of course, since it's a national holiday, i get a day off from school. hey, maybe even a whole week off from school! and everyone who celebrates Griffinrider Blog Day also gets off from school. for a national holiday as important as this one, there's no way we can not take a vacation!
of course, i'll have to convince my parents, first.

what is more important...

...than love?

a little odd

since i wrote that last post, i've been thinking about a few things that i've done that might be considered strange. just for your general knowledge, i've decide to write a list: 1) temporarily dyed my hair pink. 2) crashed a wedding 3) ate a buffalo-meat burger 4) kissed a frog. twice. (he didn't turn into a prince the first time, so i did it again just to make sure) 5) ate lemon syrup 6) swam in 3 different rivers, 2 of which were badly polluted 7) walked around my neighborhood with one foot barefoot. 8) used a cereal box as a reference in a term paper 9) memorized some of shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" .(don't ask) 10) had a paint fight (highly enjoyable. i recommend you all try it) 11) as previously stated, received a papercut on my earlobe 12) ate half of a HUGE can of mixed fruit...and didn't vomit!!!!! 13) burned or otherwise caused to become unedible almost everything i tried to cook/bake, including scrambled eggs, cookies from a mix, and toast 14) received a 13 out of 100 on a test 15) fell on the sidewalk and scraped both my knee and the top of my shoulder 16) bathed in a wading pool 17) played a game who's object was to eat all sorts of crazy things, including baby formula, heaping spoonfuls of table salt and cinammon, and vinegar. (this game is a LOT of fun, just don't try the vinegar- all players who drank it vomitted.) 18) started this completely crazy blog 19) sang opera in public, on numerous occasions 20) very nearly fell asleep on a stage, in the middle of a concert, right under the huge speakers. the list goes on and on, but i think this'll do for now. so, do you think these are crazy, or totally normal? and what was the craziest thing YOU'VE ever done?

i did not lose my marbles!

they have been misplaced. i always think that sounds better. "i've lost my marbles" makes it sound like it's my fault . and it's not! at least, I don't think it's my fault. can i help it if a few people find me a little... odd? you know, i don't think i'm that strange. it's just that i somehow got a reputation for weirdness, so everything i do is automatically considered abnormal. take the following example: one day, my friend came to school with a small cut on her cheek. she informed us that she had accidentaly given herself a papercut on the cheek. there were a few snickers, but other than that, nobody seemed to take notice. now, i once unintentionally gave myself a papercut on my ear. all of a sudden, it was the weirdest thing in the world. "only you would manage that," my friends said constantly. why is that? in my opinion, papercutting your cheek is just as weird as papercutting your ear. so why was my situation so much more laughable than my friend's? because people expect me to be the "strange one". hey, i'm not complaining. it makes life a little more entertaining. today, another situation occured which demonstrates my point. in spanish class, we had to write an essay, pretending we were stranded on an island and were asking for help. we had to describe ourselves, but not write our names. then the essays were read out loud, and we had to guess who wrote each one. i wanted to make my essay a bit more interesting, so i added at the end that the island was inhabited by cannibals who wished to eat me. for some reason, practically the entire class guessed that this was my essay, because, they said, "who else would write about cannibals?" well, i don't know, but probably a lot of people. so why did they automatically assume it was me? you know, i like being the strange one. being unique. i'm not complaining or anything, i'm just wondering why everything is strange just as long as i'm doing it. how did this whole weird reputation begin? i do wonder. oh...and if you see some marbles lying around, do you think you can contact me? they're probably mine.

very interesting thought

the ironic thing about life is that nobody gets out alive.

no thank you

there is something that people do all the time that is really starting to annoy me. they say "thank you" when they don't want to thank me. does anyone know what i mean? recently, a man walked up to me and asked me for directions to the bus stop. i had no idea where the bus stop was. he looked a bit annoyed, but said "thank you" before walking away. why did he say that? i did nothing deserving of his gratitude, and he didn't feel any appriciation towards me. as he said the words that mean, "i very much appreciate what you just did", he was really thinking, "what kind of stupid kid doesn't know her way around her own neighborhood?!" so what, pray tell, was the point in thanking me? just to be polite? he could've said, "sorry to have bothered you". that sounds a lot more honest. and recordings keep thanking me, too. you know, when you dial a number that's out of service, or if you leave the phone off the hook, or if you're put on hold, a recording always comes up, gives you a message, and then says "thank you". why is a machine saying "thank you" to me? machines are incapable of feelings, so it can't possibly feel any gratitude towards me, especially since all i've done was forget to hang up the phone. so why is this recording wasting my time thanking me when i know, and it knows, and everybody knows that it doesn't wish to thank me? what is the point of hearing the words "thank you" from a machine that cannot possibly mean what it's saying? it certainly doesn't make me feel appreciated. well, my rant is over. thank you very much, and have a great day.