Today, I'd like to talk about a little controversy I've been hearing about lately: Santa Claus. Many people do not like the idea of parents lying to their kids, saying that Santa Claus exists. They argue that if we wish to teach our kids good morals, we should not lie to them and set a bad example. That is a good argument, but, the problem is, Santa does exist...in one form or another...
Take for example, my household. (Or rather, my brother's household...) Oscar is my three-year old nephew, and he is very lively and fun. My brother and sister-in-law (aka Collette) told Oscar that Santa isn't real. He's make-believe. Oscar doesn't believe them because he sees old men in red suits in person, so Santa MUST exist! He's there, right before his eyes! Isn't that rational enough, for a little person of three years?
Another example can involve many of my friends as well as myself. We see Santa as a shadow, or a "type" of Christ. To get more information on how you can do this, read a book called "I Believe in Santa Claus". If you don't have it, I'm sure a neighbor does.
But the fact is, Old Saint Nick is an universal person. He can fit many roles, just think about it: "could he fit the role of a pan?" Of course Santa could fit that role! He supports many kids' dreams as they cook in the oven, and become real! (I don't know if that made any sense to you...e-mail me, and I will go into a full discussion on how Santa Claus can be like a pan. Literally, you can fit almost any object in the blank in the sentence, "Santa Claus is like ____" and you can make it fit!
Sorry....today was a weird subject, but since it's the season...why not?
Have you ever typed "Santa Claus" So many times that the name seems so wierd, alien, and ridiculous?
I just re-read this post, and it hardly makes sense to ME...If you come talk to me in person, I can make myself much more understandable than on paper...
Do you think that aardvarks are facinating creatures? They look nothing like arthur...They are also called "ant bear" or "earth pig". Aren't those the coolest nicknames?
If you are wondering why the title has nothing to do with the article, don't ask me...you read it.
I've decided that calculus can be applied to your life. That is, if you care.
Anyway...I hope you are having a good day. And ponder on this loverly quote: "You should never do the things you ought not want to do." (I don't know what the bologna that means...I made it up on the spot, seeing I'm on the run...)
WHY FIRE ENGINES ARE RED1. Books are read too.2. Too x two=43. 4 x 3 = 124. 12 inches in a ruler.5. Queen Mary was a ruler.6. Queen Mary was also a ship.7. Ships sail in the sea.8. In the sea, there's fish.9. Fish have fins.10. The Finns fought the Russians.11. Russians are red.12. Fire engines are always rushin'.
At the request of a dear friend of mine, I shall continue with this outrageous blog.
Since I have nothing whatsoever to talk about, I shall state the random thoughts racing through my insane mind.
To begin with, I'd like to start on the subject of mugs. I'm not talking about picutures, mind you, but actual drinking mugs. Aren't they the coolest? They are stout, fat, and have a handle! Perfect for drinking hot chocolate out of!
I think that dogs' noses are weird. They remind me of a pig's nose.
There are more chickens than humans on the earth-a true fact-...I wonder if they'll get smart enough to overthrow us, and make us into human mcnuggets.
Do you think knuckles are awesome? Imagine life without knuckles...we wouldn't be able to bend our fingers!
Chemistry is cool.
Math is sooo life! Get this: life=biology, where we apply biology to chemistry, and physics to chemistry, and math to physics...therefore, math=life.
I hate it when I have too much peanutbutter on my sandwich. It gets difficult to chew and open my mouth.
Wouldn't it be cool if we had two knees on each leg?
Well, that's all for now, but until next time, ponder on this: "vroom".
To me, Gandhi is such an inspiration. He was the one who came up with the first non-violent rebellion. If it was me, violent by nature, I would have led a violent rebellion, where everyone probably would have gotten killed. Thankfully, he was there to lead them. He was also a very wise man. One of my favorite quotes of his says:
"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."
That is the truth! Such an inspirational quote. We really should live each and every day to its fullest, and learn all we can! I'm sorry that this loverly "blog" is short, but I'm short on time, and I would like to go and live my life to its fullest, and it's not gonna be on the web all the time. Peace.
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
--Mahatma Gandhi
Homework definitely has its positives and negatives....here's my list:POSITIVES:1. A good way to get out of a date2. A good excuse for not babysitting3. A good excuse for any situation (Besides work, in my case...)NEGATIVES:1. Makes you fat (I don't know about you, but I eat when I do my homework, and seeing I do 3 hours of homework once in a while...)2. Puts you at risk for heart disease...(Too much stress can lead to heart disease and high blood pressure. Not good.)3. Takes up time where you could be reading an intriguing novel.4. Causes severe back pain (I crouch over my table for long periods of time, and my backpack hurts my back)5. Causes lack of sleep (Actually, I think what causes that is procrasination...all well...)6. Causes lack of sanity...(I don't know about you, but If I hear "Columbus" one more time...)7. etc., etc., etc.So, truthfully, homework will shorten our lives, because if you add it all up, homework puts us all in a variety of health risks. We all shall be put in the old folk's home at the age of seventy, obese, humpbacked, insane, never sleeping, heart-attacking, maniacs!
Swimmers, personally, scare me... Take for example, these pictures of people I swim with...does it give you an image of weird, loud, strange people? Well, they are.
I think that swimmers have their entirely different world of culture...we do many things differently compared to the "normal" people...(Those people kind of scare me too...what, exactly is normal? Who is normal? Not me, obviously.)
The boys wear speedos, and the girls are used to it, not a second thought. But take a "normal" person, and bring them to the pool, and they are all blushing with embarrassment at such a sight, holding out their hand in front of their eyes so they shall "see no evil, like a person in a speedo".
I shall not discuss the other odd traits we have...such as like at the Christmas party, all of the gals have an underwear present for their "secret swimmer" (f.y.i. a secret swimmer is just like a secret sister....if you don't know what a secret sister is, you must be a guy...just be comforted that it's a girl thing, I guess...)
We swimmers are definitely weird. We are committed to at least 1 1/2 hours to at most 4 hours a day, watching a black line and someone's feet...and flipturning... We stuff our heads inside a rubber balloonish-like thing, and it rips our hair...we're committed to smelling like chlorine, no matter how hard we try to wash it off...we like green hair...the one nice thing about all this "torture" is that we can eat 5,000 calories a day and not feel guilty...
At least I'm not a madrigal...those people are weird.
Hippos are very interesting creatures. If I could spend a day being any animal I liked, I'd choose to be the hippopatomus. Yes, the big H.
The reason I pick a hippo is because every person that I have met has very little knowledge of the life of a hippo. Truth to tell, I don't know very much about hippos, but I probably should know more...
It'd be cool to be a gigantic creature that can eat on land and sleep in the water. The only hippos I have seen are on "Tarzan" and in the zoo. The only things I know about them are: They are very stinky, and they have big teeth, and they are big creatures...
Here is the short version of the encyclopedia definition of what an hippo is: herbivorous, river-living mammal of tropical Africa. The large hippopotamus, Hippopotamus amphibius, has a short-legged, broad body with a tough gray or brown hide. The mouth is wide, and the incisors and lower canines are large ivory tusks that grow throughout life. The eyes are near the top of the head, so the animal can see when nearly submerged. Hippopotamuses usually live in herds of about 15 animals. Much of their time is spent standing or swimming underwater, where they feed on aquatic plants; they must rise to breathe every 5 minutes or so.
Interesting...I'd like to be a hippo.
I'm sure you're not like me, but I think about weird things. Like itches, for example. I'm talking about the itches where you're not sure why you itch...there's not a bite there, and no possible rubbing of something else on your skin. I researched on why we itch, and the scientists don't really know. Some scientists believe that it's a mental thing. Such as when you envision worms crawling on your skin, or bugs in your bed that eat your dead skin cells while you sleep and keep them warm, ect., ect., ect.
I don't care what the scientists think. I know what an itch is! Would you like me to tell you a little of my glorious knowledge of what an itch is? Then read on.
There are nerves all over in your body. They feel things, then send messages to your brain. Such as, if you touch a hot stove, the nerves in your hands are screaming and hollering at your brain, and your brain says, "Eh? What's that? Oh? My hand's burnin' up? Well, tell those arm muscles to move that hand off the stove!" And you remove your hand, hollerin' with pain. (note: It isn't advised that you should try this. However, if you do, if your reaction rate is slower than 2 seconds, consult a doctor.)
Well, these nerves of yours have really touchy feelings...sometimes they get in fights with each other, causing an irritation that feels like an itch. Your brain immediately requests your hands to use their nails to break up the fight. Then you are relieved. Rational thought, however, can prevent you from scratching that itch because of etiquette. (Y'all know what I'm talking about...) This will cause you much misery until the fight finally breaks down.
And so, my friends, that is what an itch is!
