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[Nov. 24th, 2009|12:55 pm] |
rob wallis (12:41:21 PM): DON'T FALL INTO THE TRICK that just because there isn't a clear normal view, there aren't BAD VIEWS.
xenonscreams (12:41:37 PM): hahahaha
xenonscreams (12:41:47 PM): it's possible, but what's your justification if there is no normal?
rob wallis (12:42:40 PM): there is a method of philosophic argument that i enjoy. it goes a little something like this: if the negation of your conclusion makes more sense than any of the premises leading up to it, then your argument sucks.
rob wallis (12:42:52 PM): while not completely applicable to world-views and shit, the idea remains.
xenonscreams (12:43:18 PM): i love how smart that sounded even with an "and shit" thrown in |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|03:19 am] |
I was driving down College Street when I saw a new business off to the side, "Naruto Cafe." The people in my car were like, "Wait. Waitafuckingminute. Like the anime?" I said, "No. No way. I'm sure Naruto means something ... and, yeah. No way."
On the drive back, someone said, "Dude. There are anime characters all over the front of that shop." I did a u-turn, drove to the shop, and saw:
I thought only the people here could appreciate this. I might actually go eat there. I tried looking for reviews, but the reviewer didn't speak much about the food, and instead focused on the "hot beautiful asian women" there.
I'd feel like such a slut going. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|02:00 am] |
Man. I have a hard time with Livejournal. At least, lately. It isn't that I have a hard time recording my thoughts. I have a written journal that I write in daily. I just don't know what to write here. Sometimes, it feels like I'm bragging. "Today Dr. Allen called me brilliant." Which happened, and really bothers me. But, how do I go about disputing that without sounding arrogant. Other times, I feel like I'm boring. I haven't had many exciting adventures lately. I've been a bit of recluse. So, anything that I record is of some philosophic, economic, or theological nature. Which feels really weird to write here. Or, I write a quick emo note for some comfort. I've been in pretty good control of my emotions lately. But, for those few moments when I feel crappy, I would raise a flag here (or Facebook, sometimes). I need to keep that in check.
Either way. I'm not taking classes this semester. I'm focusing on reworking my papers for graduate school. There weren't really any classes that interested me. And, I've been taking summer classes since I first got here. So, I'm trying to take a break. It's driving me insane, I think. My sleep schedule is completely messed up. I've slept about twenty-two hours in the past day and a half. Thinking about it, I haven't really woken up on my own. Someone will knock on my door, ask for something, and I'll get up. Soon as I'm not needed anymore, I typically fall back asleep. Uh. Right.
I guess I feel some kind of pressure to be funny or entertaining here. Which I shouldn't. But, most of you I've fallen out of touch with. And, so, these rare moments when we get to interact, I want to have something worth reading. The friends I have on Livejournal are people I really respect, admire, and wish I were talking to more. But, I've fallen out of touch with most of y'all. Until I figure out a way to talk with you more often, I don't want my posts to push anymore further.
But, not saying anything at all isn't helping? If I had a more vivid social life, I'd have more fun things to write here. But, then it would be even harder to get back in touch. Difficult nonsense, I know. I really do miss the days when my life revolved around y'all. Things were better then. These days, I'm bored and lonely. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|11:27 pm] |
i want to start RPing again. i really miss it. i don't really know where to start though. also, it isn't just that i miss RPing. i also miss the people -- many of which are friends who can read this. i miss the relationships i had.
i also should start writing in this thing more. i feel like it would be much more healthy. i'd have to reflect on what i did each day, and decide whether or not i am happy with it. for instance, today i didn't do a thing. and i am not pleased.
recent reviews of my writings have praised my philosophic talent as one of the best undergraduates, slash early-graduate. which is really nice when i care about philosophy. but, right now, i can barely care for myself. fuck this noise, man. i gotta' get back in the game.
hi, remember me? i totally used to be important. <3s. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|10:24 pm] |
i was told earlier that i'm what i hate most: lazy, ignorant, elitist, etc. i don't really have a counter argument. man, this sucks.
oh well. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|11:37 am] |
persa was great fun. wish i didn't have to leave, but my peoples started bitching. i was enjoying myself, and i left some things unresolved, which blows.
i'm damned proud and happy with everything that has happened over the past month or so. i'll have to write about it, soon as i have everything in perspective.
hearts. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2009|10:00 pm] |
My jokes are so corny and so bad, that on no less than three occasions I managed to confuse the chair of the Harvard Philosophy Department.
I feel accomplished. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2009|02:34 pm] |
When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.
"A happy vicar I might have been
Two hundred years ago,
To preach upon eternal doom
And watch my walnuts grow
But born, alas, in an evil time,
I missed that pleasant haven,
For the hair has grown on my upper lip
And the clergy are all clean-shaven.
And later still the times were good,
We were so easy to please,
We rocked our troubled thoughts to sleep
On the bosoms of the trees.
All ignorant we dared to own
The joys we now dissemble;
The greenfinch on the apple bough
Could make my enemies tremble.
But girls' bellies and apricots,
Roach in shaded stream,
Horses, ducks in flight at dawn,
All these are a dream.
It is forbidden to dream again;
We maim our joys or hide them;
Horses are made of chromium steel
And little fat men shall ride them.
I am the worm who never turned,
The eunuch without a harem;
Between the priest and the commissar
I walk like Eugene Aram;
And the commissar is telling my fortune
While the radio plays,
But the priest has promised an Austin Seven,
For Duggie always pays.
I dreamed I dwelt in marble halls,
And woke to find it true;
I wasn't born for an age like this;
Was Smith? Was Jones? Were you?"
G. Orwell. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|11:27 pm] |
"Yeah.
I know. I stopped caring awhile back, too." |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2008|08:51 pm] |
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i'm just fishing for compliments. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|03:44 pm] |
OH MY GOD NEW YORK IS COLD.
that is all. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|02:52 am] |
It seems that I don't really update this thing unless I have bad news. I'll try and write more happy things in it later. Lord knows, ten years from now, I want to be able to read this journal and smile. But, in the meantime. My dad says he might have cancer. And, if he does get cancer, he'll shoot himself. I really don't know how to react to that.
Kinda' sad. But, the only thing I have to lean on right now is this journal. I'm going to have to fix that. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2008|01:12 am] |
rob (1:01:53 AM): I don't know if you ever met him, but Matt was holding 250 bucks of mine. And it got stolen.
ben (1:02:10 AM): yeah i know matt
ben (1:02:15 AM): that is really really bad.
rob (1:02:22 AM): He told me last night. And while I was pissed, I had to collect myself. 'cause, I knew he couldn't afford to pay me back.
rob (1:02:30 AM): And, if I got upset, he would in turn get upset.
ben (1:02:49 AM): and that is why i love you.
rob (1:03:01 AM): 'eh?
ben (1:03:14 AM): you actually think about others.
rob (1:03:31 AM): It's a curse.
ben (1:04:57 AM): agreed
rob (1:05:53 AM): But. I got a good number of friends that care about others too.
ben (1:06:41 AM): i wish i did
rob (1:06:47 AM): Wish granted.
ben (1:06:51 AM): ;)
rob (1:07:33 AM): You should know that there are people down here that would do anythin' for you.
rob (1:07:38 AM): Should give you warm fuzzies, really.
rob (1:07:44 AM): You should be all, "D'aw. I'm loved."
rob (1:08:08 AM): Doin' that would make it easier to love ya', too.
rob (1:08:10 AM): Ass.
rob (1:09:13 AM): 'cause, if your world shattered, all you'd have to do is call. I'd get the boys together, and we'd be there to help pick up the pieces.
rob (1:09:27 AM): In conclusion. Smile more, fucker.
rob (1:10:23 AM): Be thankful.
I was speaking to myself as much as I was speaking to him. 'eh!
How y'all doin'? |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
I was talking with Alex about this earlier.
So. Obama is half black, half white. However, we and he call him black. I find this odd because there seems to be a concept of purity when it comes to being white. One has to be fully white to be considered white. Only half black to be considered black.
It all just seems to focus too heavily on the color of skin. Just a thought. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|01:00 am] |
perhaps this is my problem: i've always relied on people to give my life substance. so now that i'm all alone, my life feels completely empty. maybe that's it. i don't know.
i've had the same problems since childhood. they're not getting any better. but, they're also not getting any worse.
here's what i want: someone to love me, tell me how smart and pretty i am. someone to make me feel worthy of all that i have. to believe in me so i don't have to believe in myself.
but fuck. i don't need that.
i'm beating my head in trying to figure out why i'm constantly like this. i hate myself. and i know i shouldn't. i know i have things -- looks, wealth, capability -- that people would kill for. i know i'm talented. i know i'm not the best. but i know i could be.
yet i hate myself. i truly despise my own existence. i do nothing but disappoint myself. it is silly and illogical.
feeling this way only makes me feel more pathetic, though. it's pathetic that i'm depressed. it's pathetic that i'm suicidal. i know i'll never act on it. yet, i find comfort in the idea of it.
this is the point where i would triumphantly declare an initiative for change. but really, i don't know what to do besides take some pills and feel sorry for myself.
christ in a handbasket. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|02:21 am] |
i don't really know who i am anymore.
more to come, hopefully. |
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