Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Gandhi

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

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Homework!







Homework definitely has its positives and negatives....here's my list:

POSITIVES:
1. A good way to get out of a date
2. A good excuse for not babysitting
3. 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!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Swimmers





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.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Hippos




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.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Itches



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!