Happy Confirmation day! For my friends.
Religion isn't a huge pursuit of mine, but it's important to a lot of my friends, so cheers to them for finishing their Confirmation course! Epic. They can now continue down the path to God's awesomeness. Or something.
God is a wrathful, but cool guy. He actually took the time out of his busy day to make his son do recon on the human race. That man, while we nailed him to a cross, reported that we are, indeed, forgivable and all that jazz. Jesus is coo. Hey Zeus!
Anyway! I don't have much psychological bullshit going on today. My friend mentioned that I'm like this:
"Hmm. Those are traits :3 You are stoic most of the time. You don't show much active emotion. You are contemplative, and you seem to see the world in your own light, which is really cool ^_^ you can be a bit cynical at times too you are honest to the extent of my knowledge, and your motivation at times seems solely based on the fact that you hate doing nothing ^_^"
For the most part, it seems rather true. Am I that easy to read?
Meh. I kinda wanted to be more mysterious.
":) What? Not to your liking?"
Don't read my mind now.
Not much else to... I lied. Okay, so I wrote before I was writing a story for a friend. I guess I could talk about that. Fill up that 10 minute time period (more or less). Basically, we're trying to write a game off of my dimension idea. I'm the writer. That was kinda boring.
Okay, so the story is about a girl named Ardea in the Medieval Ages, who wants to become a knight like her father, but her mother (and the rest of the world) wants her to be a good proper young lady and to learn girly things and the like. She doesn't take that crap from no one and plans to get out while she can.
Maybe I'll post some of the stuff up here some time. Eventually. Maybe. I might. I probably won't. Yeah. I don't think I will.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Day 7
Oh wow. A whole week has gone by. And I haven't missed a day of blogging yet. Cool.
Not much happened today. I failed a test in Literature because I know the lowest test will be dropped, I think I passed the Spanish test, my speech was delayed in Physics... again. Oh yes, and I learned how to make my article better. Angles.
Angles are beautiful. They allow you to see things from a different perspective. I've thought this way for a while, but whenever I heard about angles of a story, I was kind of thinking in terms of 90 degree angles. Good, bad, neutral. Three sides. When honestly, those are just regions. They harbor all the different points of view one can take when hearing the argument.
But I still wonder how many of us think for ourselves. In a world of so much mingling, like our world today, our thoughts are very much influenced by the media surrounding us. How many of us actually think original thoughts. In the whole scheme of things, isn't life a gigantic road of self discovery? Is death really the end of the road.
My friend brought up an interesting point... from me. We were talking about roads how life is a path which we travel. I kept telling my friend to stop looking back at the past. He said that sometimes, the past is more fun. Then I said, "Isn't it more fun to walk forward with your eyes closed?"
Fun, but ignorant. I lied there a little bit. I do walk forward with my eyes closed sometimes, but does it really matter? The road of life is a dark one. I can't really make definite shape of what I see on it. Everything is misty and confusing. But I can say I almost never look back. All metaphorically of course.
I'm so meta even this acronym
I always think of that when I think of metaphorically. Okay, not always, but a lot of the time. That one line is an interesting puzzle, indeed. Life is a puzzle, really, with no set goal in mind we turn the infinite x infinite Rubik's Cube of life to get interesting colors all on one side, but no one can really see the whole cube.
I make really stupid comparisons at times.
Well I promised my friend I'd work on his story for his game a little tonight. So I will.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Not much happened today. I failed a test in Literature because I know the lowest test will be dropped, I think I passed the Spanish test, my speech was delayed in Physics... again. Oh yes, and I learned how to make my article better. Angles.
Angles are beautiful. They allow you to see things from a different perspective. I've thought this way for a while, but whenever I heard about angles of a story, I was kind of thinking in terms of 90 degree angles. Good, bad, neutral. Three sides. When honestly, those are just regions. They harbor all the different points of view one can take when hearing the argument.
But I still wonder how many of us think for ourselves. In a world of so much mingling, like our world today, our thoughts are very much influenced by the media surrounding us. How many of us actually think original thoughts. In the whole scheme of things, isn't life a gigantic road of self discovery? Is death really the end of the road.
My friend brought up an interesting point... from me. We were talking about roads how life is a path which we travel. I kept telling my friend to stop looking back at the past. He said that sometimes, the past is more fun. Then I said, "Isn't it more fun to walk forward with your eyes closed?"
Fun, but ignorant. I lied there a little bit. I do walk forward with my eyes closed sometimes, but does it really matter? The road of life is a dark one. I can't really make definite shape of what I see on it. Everything is misty and confusing. But I can say I almost never look back. All metaphorically of course.
I'm so meta even this acronym
I always think of that when I think of metaphorically. Okay, not always, but a lot of the time. That one line is an interesting puzzle, indeed. Life is a puzzle, really, with no set goal in mind we turn the infinite x infinite Rubik's Cube of life to get interesting colors all on one side, but no one can really see the whole cube.
I make really stupid comparisons at times.
Well I promised my friend I'd work on his story for his game a little tonight. So I will.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Day 6.5
Some thoughts have been running through my head over and over and I can't get them out of my head. Again. Maybe writing them will make me feel better.
When I hear a sad song, it make me reflect. This is something I hate to do. Really I do. This is because I look back at how much I've done, and how little it amounts to. How many people I'll never meet, nor measure up to. I remember how small, dark, and isolated my world, the island of me truly is.
I look and see how much I could be, how much I could have done had I taken a different path, but I can't turn back now. I can't take every path in life, as much as I'd love to. I want to experience and see everything. Through it all, I want to see how much I, as a person, as a human being, as a representation of our species, change, grow, and learn.
It's selfish, to desire everything, every memory, every story of every human being. But why, from my essence, is that what I feel I so deeply desire. I want to know everyone's story, everyone's viewpoint. I want to do everything, see everything.
Yet I don't.
I'm a paradox of a person, a mirror of a man. I don't even understand the me smiling back at me in the puddle. Who am I? Who is he? Is he me? Was I me yesterday? Will I be me tomorrow?
Are these questions irrelevant?
Maybe this is simply the ravings of a tired high school student, or many something profound. Or many both. or maybe neither. Who's to say this is really reality. Matrix stuff whoo.
But seriously. If you just woke up one day, would this self that we live in disappear? Are we simply a shell? Do our feelings matter? Why do we feel our feelings matter? Shouldn't they? Should they not be important? Are memories real or fabricated? Do we create our own world from day to day to suit our needs? Is the world around us a fabrication of the mind? Or does the mind not even exist?
Now I know I'm raving. Anyway... it's nice to get that off my chest. No one may read this, but that's okay. A journal is for personal use and that is what I intend to keep this as. If someone runs across this, hopefully it serves as some useful knowledge, or an eye opener. If that even really matters in the long run.
But back to my rail-less train of thought. Let's take for example anime. I watch it. I watch quite a bit. But I will never be able to watch it all. It is the sad fact. I simply don't have the time. So why do we pursue things we don't have the time for. We are we always looking to escape into a different world.
And on another topic of humanity, why do we always feel the need to ridicule someone. I'm no exception, but I'm wary of it, and try to avoid the rudeness. But I guess we do it for make conversation. I've found three main things you can make conversation about:
1. People/Things
2. Concepts
3. ...
I had something else but forgot it.
Whatever, this was pointless anyway.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
When I hear a sad song, it make me reflect. This is something I hate to do. Really I do. This is because I look back at how much I've done, and how little it amounts to. How many people I'll never meet, nor measure up to. I remember how small, dark, and isolated my world, the island of me truly is.
I look and see how much I could be, how much I could have done had I taken a different path, but I can't turn back now. I can't take every path in life, as much as I'd love to. I want to experience and see everything. Through it all, I want to see how much I, as a person, as a human being, as a representation of our species, change, grow, and learn.
It's selfish, to desire everything, every memory, every story of every human being. But why, from my essence, is that what I feel I so deeply desire. I want to know everyone's story, everyone's viewpoint. I want to do everything, see everything.
Yet I don't.
I'm a paradox of a person, a mirror of a man. I don't even understand the me smiling back at me in the puddle. Who am I? Who is he? Is he me? Was I me yesterday? Will I be me tomorrow?
Are these questions irrelevant?
Maybe this is simply the ravings of a tired high school student, or many something profound. Or many both. or maybe neither. Who's to say this is really reality. Matrix stuff whoo.
But seriously. If you just woke up one day, would this self that we live in disappear? Are we simply a shell? Do our feelings matter? Why do we feel our feelings matter? Shouldn't they? Should they not be important? Are memories real or fabricated? Do we create our own world from day to day to suit our needs? Is the world around us a fabrication of the mind? Or does the mind not even exist?
Now I know I'm raving. Anyway... it's nice to get that off my chest. No one may read this, but that's okay. A journal is for personal use and that is what I intend to keep this as. If someone runs across this, hopefully it serves as some useful knowledge, or an eye opener. If that even really matters in the long run.
But back to my rail-less train of thought. Let's take for example anime. I watch it. I watch quite a bit. But I will never be able to watch it all. It is the sad fact. I simply don't have the time. So why do we pursue things we don't have the time for. We are we always looking to escape into a different world.
And on another topic of humanity, why do we always feel the need to ridicule someone. I'm no exception, but I'm wary of it, and try to avoid the rudeness. But I guess we do it for make conversation. I've found three main things you can make conversation about:
1. People/Things
2. Concepts
3. ...
I had something else but forgot it.
Whatever, this was pointless anyway.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Day 6
It doesn't suck. That's good. My first article for journalism doesn't suck. That's good.
Well, that presentation is tomorrow, I guess I'll give it my all. But first I need to finish Wind Sand and Stars. It's books like WWS that inspire me. They are so beautifully written. So poetic. Yet the tale is about the everyday hero. Well... sort of anyway. It amazes me how much one can describe a human being, how much one can analyze a situation, how much the human race can break down and philosophize the everyday life. Truly fascinating.
On osu! my friend and I want to make a game. I don't know where he plans to get the rest of his staff. Really I don't, but I'm the writer. He and I are going over concepts and this is what we have come to so far:
The main character is going to be from our world. She falls in love with her childhood friend, then she goes on an RPG quest through different worlds like Kingdom Hearts. That's the gameplay, I'm just summing things up, but it's going to be awesome.
Fate Stay Night. I've been interested in it since I've seen it, but never really got around to watching it. Good thing I did, because I found out it came from a visual novel. Those are always better. Much like chaos;head. That thing was great, but when I watched the anime (which I saw first) I had no clue what was going on. That was because the base story was taking place in the main character's head.
The important parts were his thoughts, and those were only skimmed over. There was no way that anime should have been made for viewing. If anything, it was for advertising purposes. But steins;gate, now that's a different story. That anime was kickass. Seriously. Time traveling, parallel universes. The works. I can't wait for a translated version of the visual novel. I just noticed that parallel has two "l"s next to each other. That could be like the two lines that never intersect. Sneaky.
Now that I think about it, what two lines will never intersect? All lines, if only on a microscopic level, are tilted slightly so that at infinity they would eventually meet... right? How knows.
All this talk of parallel stuff is reminding me of 999. 9 Persons 9 Hours 9 Doors. What a puzzle game, you had to lose at least once to win the game. Very clever. Very interesting. Epiphany, huh?
In the game epiphany was the result when one transferred thoughts through invisible wavelengths or summut. I haven't played the game in a while so I don't remember. But have we ever had an epiphany? Ever had a moment where the answer just comes to you? I have, on rare occasions. Is that our brains cognition... or something else entirely?
Where are memories stored? The brain? I don't think so, because our bodies, even when we have amnesia, follow certain mannerisms and such. Muscle memory. Why do some people have a photographic memory? Hmmm...
Earlier, I asked my friend whether talking over the internet scared him. Isn't it unusual that you can talk to someone who could be pretending to be someone else or a person they're not? Playing the role of a character is what we do online. It makes me a little uneasy that I'm not able to read a situation the same way as I can in real life in a face to face conversation. But few people think about that now. Maybe I should just let it go. It's not important anyway.
Hmmm...
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Well, that presentation is tomorrow, I guess I'll give it my all. But first I need to finish Wind Sand and Stars. It's books like WWS that inspire me. They are so beautifully written. So poetic. Yet the tale is about the everyday hero. Well... sort of anyway. It amazes me how much one can describe a human being, how much one can analyze a situation, how much the human race can break down and philosophize the everyday life. Truly fascinating.
On osu! my friend and I want to make a game. I don't know where he plans to get the rest of his staff. Really I don't, but I'm the writer. He and I are going over concepts and this is what we have come to so far:
The main character is going to be from our world. She falls in love with her childhood friend, then she goes on an RPG quest through different worlds like Kingdom Hearts. That's the gameplay, I'm just summing things up, but it's going to be awesome.
Fate Stay Night. I've been interested in it since I've seen it, but never really got around to watching it. Good thing I did, because I found out it came from a visual novel. Those are always better. Much like chaos;head. That thing was great, but when I watched the anime (which I saw first) I had no clue what was going on. That was because the base story was taking place in the main character's head.
The important parts were his thoughts, and those were only skimmed over. There was no way that anime should have been made for viewing. If anything, it was for advertising purposes. But steins;gate, now that's a different story. That anime was kickass. Seriously. Time traveling, parallel universes. The works. I can't wait for a translated version of the visual novel. I just noticed that parallel has two "l"s next to each other. That could be like the two lines that never intersect. Sneaky.
Now that I think about it, what two lines will never intersect? All lines, if only on a microscopic level, are tilted slightly so that at infinity they would eventually meet... right? How knows.
All this talk of parallel stuff is reminding me of 999. 9 Persons 9 Hours 9 Doors. What a puzzle game, you had to lose at least once to win the game. Very clever. Very interesting. Epiphany, huh?
In the game epiphany was the result when one transferred thoughts through invisible wavelengths or summut. I haven't played the game in a while so I don't remember. But have we ever had an epiphany? Ever had a moment where the answer just comes to you? I have, on rare occasions. Is that our brains cognition... or something else entirely?
Where are memories stored? The brain? I don't think so, because our bodies, even when we have amnesia, follow certain mannerisms and such. Muscle memory. Why do some people have a photographic memory? Hmmm...
Earlier, I asked my friend whether talking over the internet scared him. Isn't it unusual that you can talk to someone who could be pretending to be someone else or a person they're not? Playing the role of a character is what we do online. It makes me a little uneasy that I'm not able to read a situation the same way as I can in real life in a face to face conversation. But few people think about that now. Maybe I should just let it go. It's not important anyway.
Hmmm...
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Day 5
Ah. The sun has gone out.
There's a friend of mine who much reminded me of the sun. It's something that's always there, and really blinding to look at, yet warm and relaxing to bask in. It helps that she regularly wears bright orange. She was generally energetic... but it seems that she's dimmed over the years. Hmmm. Maybe my memory hasn't caught up with present days.
The sun has gone out and I didn't even notice.
How saddening.
I regularly ask people, "If they could have a superpower, what would it be?" I usually get the typical answers, "the ability to fly", "omnipotence", "Manipulation of insert standard video game element here", and "The power from Prototype". Or something like those. I've personally always liked the idea of barrierkinesis. The ability to create shields. That or the ability to instantaneously transfer energy from one form to another with a touch. Those would be fun.
My sister is watching Rap Battles. She just informed me that Mr. Rogers was in the special forces. I knew that. In fact I had told her that only hours previously. Minus 10 points for her. Wait. She doesn't play. I lost the game. Fauk.
I had one of those two presentations today. It went pretty well. Kind of a shame. I was looking forward to the second one. It was on geothermal energy. A shame, a shame.
I think I have nothing left to say.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
There's a friend of mine who much reminded me of the sun. It's something that's always there, and really blinding to look at, yet warm and relaxing to bask in. It helps that she regularly wears bright orange. She was generally energetic... but it seems that she's dimmed over the years. Hmmm. Maybe my memory hasn't caught up with present days.
The sun has gone out and I didn't even notice.
How saddening.
I regularly ask people, "If they could have a superpower, what would it be?" I usually get the typical answers, "the ability to fly", "omnipotence", "Manipulation of insert standard video game element here", and "The power from Prototype". Or something like those. I've personally always liked the idea of barrierkinesis. The ability to create shields. That or the ability to instantaneously transfer energy from one form to another with a touch. Those would be fun.
My sister is watching Rap Battles. She just informed me that Mr. Rogers was in the special forces. I knew that. In fact I had told her that only hours previously. Minus 10 points for her. Wait. She doesn't play. I lost the game. Fauk.
I had one of those two presentations today. It went pretty well. Kind of a shame. I was looking forward to the second one. It was on geothermal energy. A shame, a shame.
I think I have nothing left to say.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Day 4
Oh deary me, today is dreary. Two presentations tomorrow. My dad is being angsty (and with good reason). He took my cell phone and more little sister's cell phone. He gave me a talking to about the rules of the house. The general speel. My sister is getting home late (Repercussion mentioned in past sentences). Hum. I guess today wasn't so bad.
In any case, my friends and I in Osu are planning on making a beatmap collab. Fun stuff. Being the most experienced mapper, I feel somewhat responsible for helping them. Though I've never gotten anything ranked... Ehhhhh... I'll do my best...?
I'm practicing my fencing a lot more lately. Swordplay has always intrigued me. If I could go back in time, I would go to the times when swordplay was an art, it was a prominent sport, when it was influential. Then again, if I have the ability to travel through time, there are many more things I would do with it. Like give myself advice.
Have you ever heard of the song, Letter to Me by Brad Paisley. Yeah. Something like that.
But I'm 16 right now.
Oh.
I suppose I should work on the Tourney a bit more. I've left it too long. But it still amazes me how much better at writing I've gotten over the course of three years. When I started the novel I was worse of a writer than I am now. Which is pretty bad. And in-eloquent. And fragment using. How many fragments is that now?
I'm too lazy to count. Bah. My writing style in this journal has mainly been stolen from Pendragon. That book series was beautiful. I adored the writing style and must have absorbed it through osmosis. Can't say much about the end though.
Speaking of osmosis, why do we call it that? Osmosis is supposed to be a process that implies water. Learning has very little to do with water.
That was a lie. We need water to live and thus to learn. One degree of separation. Minus 10 points for me. Oh but I proved myself right. Plus 10 points for me.
I have this game I play with me friends, that whenever one of us makes a statement that the others challenge, we then proceed to look it up. If the accused is right, the accusers lose 10 points and the defendant gains 10 and vice versa. It's rather amusing.
I smell poop. My cats must have pooped on the stairs again. I better clean that before my dad has another teenage hissy fit where no one but him gets to speak. But I repeat, most of the time, he is justified. Sometimes.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
In any case, my friends and I in Osu are planning on making a beatmap collab. Fun stuff. Being the most experienced mapper, I feel somewhat responsible for helping them. Though I've never gotten anything ranked... Ehhhhh... I'll do my best...?
I'm practicing my fencing a lot more lately. Swordplay has always intrigued me. If I could go back in time, I would go to the times when swordplay was an art, it was a prominent sport, when it was influential. Then again, if I have the ability to travel through time, there are many more things I would do with it. Like give myself advice.
Have you ever heard of the song, Letter to Me by Brad Paisley. Yeah. Something like that.
But I'm 16 right now.
Oh.
I suppose I should work on the Tourney a bit more. I've left it too long. But it still amazes me how much better at writing I've gotten over the course of three years. When I started the novel I was worse of a writer than I am now. Which is pretty bad. And in-eloquent. And fragment using. How many fragments is that now?
I'm too lazy to count. Bah. My writing style in this journal has mainly been stolen from Pendragon. That book series was beautiful. I adored the writing style and must have absorbed it through osmosis. Can't say much about the end though.
Speaking of osmosis, why do we call it that? Osmosis is supposed to be a process that implies water. Learning has very little to do with water.
That was a lie. We need water to live and thus to learn. One degree of separation. Minus 10 points for me. Oh but I proved myself right. Plus 10 points for me.
I have this game I play with me friends, that whenever one of us makes a statement that the others challenge, we then proceed to look it up. If the accused is right, the accusers lose 10 points and the defendant gains 10 and vice versa. It's rather amusing.
I smell poop. My cats must have pooped on the stairs again. I better clean that before my dad has another teenage hissy fit where no one but him gets to speak. But I repeat, most of the time, he is justified. Sometimes.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
Monday, February 13, 2012
Day 3
Osuosuosuosuosu! Osu.ppy.sh
School. I guess I'll talk a bit about it seeing as it is the most prominent thing on my mind as of late. As it today. Lately, I've been trying to do better at school as for some reason everyone says it will effect my future. That is true. I know it is. Choosing a school mean choosing who you're going to be living with for the next few years. I means determining what you can and cannot learn, what beliefs you will be steeped in for the next 4 years. It also (biassedly) determine how people see you.
That reminds me why I sign myself as Reed R Gale. I choose this name because it is a name for me. What impression do you get from the name? Common names or names with similarities to celebrities give you an impression of the person before you even meet them, thus I tried to go for a neutral name.
Nonetheless, I get emotions and meanings by breaking down the name. Reed is a blade of grass, usually in a field with many others. No one notices a single blade of grass. No one. R stands for raze, as in to cut. Cutting the grass is a sharp wind... as I imagine it anyway. That breeze or gale is both a prison forcing the cut blade of grass out into the world, liberating it, yet forcing it to go to something new.
Funny how much meaning I put into this "neutral" name. Still it makes people judge me for my actions rather than for my name and I like that.
That reminds me of the internet. On the internet, you can wear whatever mask you want. You can be whatever persona you feel like. If you feel like being a jerk one day, be a jerk. If you feel like being a sweetheart another day, you can be a sweetheart. If you want to be a stalker one day... well... don't do that. That's a bad habit.
Valentine's day is coming up. For me it is Singles Appreciation Day (SAD). But I try to enjoy everyday anyway. Note that I'm not really happy. That's bad apparently, but I'm never really sad either. Is that good? Which reminds me...
To be sad is to not be happy, but to be happy is to not be sad. Are we always one or the other? Where does the circle begin? I can't remember the last time I was really sad or happy. Hum hum. I understand anger and calm though. I need to control my anger.
Well that's all for now.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
School. I guess I'll talk a bit about it seeing as it is the most prominent thing on my mind as of late. As it today. Lately, I've been trying to do better at school as for some reason everyone says it will effect my future. That is true. I know it is. Choosing a school mean choosing who you're going to be living with for the next few years. I means determining what you can and cannot learn, what beliefs you will be steeped in for the next 4 years. It also (biassedly) determine how people see you.
That reminds me why I sign myself as Reed R Gale. I choose this name because it is a name for me. What impression do you get from the name? Common names or names with similarities to celebrities give you an impression of the person before you even meet them, thus I tried to go for a neutral name.
Nonetheless, I get emotions and meanings by breaking down the name. Reed is a blade of grass, usually in a field with many others. No one notices a single blade of grass. No one. R stands for raze, as in to cut. Cutting the grass is a sharp wind... as I imagine it anyway. That breeze or gale is both a prison forcing the cut blade of grass out into the world, liberating it, yet forcing it to go to something new.
Funny how much meaning I put into this "neutral" name. Still it makes people judge me for my actions rather than for my name and I like that.
That reminds me of the internet. On the internet, you can wear whatever mask you want. You can be whatever persona you feel like. If you feel like being a jerk one day, be a jerk. If you feel like being a sweetheart another day, you can be a sweetheart. If you want to be a stalker one day... well... don't do that. That's a bad habit.
Valentine's day is coming up. For me it is Singles Appreciation Day (SAD). But I try to enjoy everyday anyway. Note that I'm not really happy. That's bad apparently, but I'm never really sad either. Is that good? Which reminds me...
To be sad is to not be happy, but to be happy is to not be sad. Are we always one or the other? Where does the circle begin? I can't remember the last time I was really sad or happy. Hum hum. I understand anger and calm though. I need to control my anger.
Well that's all for now.
Cheers!
Reed R Gale
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