pictures

why does everyone insist on taking pictures of other people? okay, i know the answer to that one, but i still don't like having my picture taken. why? because it annoys me. and it annoys me that people take my picture without permission and then go around posting it everywhere. well, not really everywhere...just on some random page on myspace. which gets me to myspace. what's the big deal? a blog i understand. but must we all have our own special little myspace pages which we visit every day and spend hours on (i have a myspace, but i go on like once every couple of weeks)? really, is it all that necessary? i don't think so. i mean, i have better things to do. *sigh* i went off on a mini rant, didn't i? well, it's all good. at least this isn't one of my big, giant, "i-make-no-sense-whatsoever" rants. believe me, those can get tedious. especially for those who might actually want to read something other than the pissy words of someone else. people are, for the most part, quite self-centered. life itself promotes this self-centeredness, i believe. we, as humans, wish to succeed. the thought that, in our succession, we might hurt someone never crosses our minds, or at least not often. we compete for jobs and are completely jubilant if we get what we want. we don't tend to think of the losers. but ethics discussions are not to my taste, though occassionaly i might dabble in the subject area. instead, i'm quite content to contemplate random things. which, i think, is why i'm so random. take chapstick. who invented chapstick? where did it come from? and whoever decided to make minty-chapstick is a genius. they have my total support for the rest of eternity (i love minty-chapstick!).

you know, there's a lot of string and yarn all over my house. sometimes, i just randomly pick some string up and start braiding or weaving with it. that's my craft-thing. i don't crochet. i don't do plastic canvas or needlepoint. no. i braid and weave. it's a calming and soothing activity which requires little brain activity. which is probably why, when i was so sick, i made nearly a ga-billion little bracelets (not really. it was more like four. but i taught myself how to do them within five minutes and gradually, over the course of two days, moved onto very complicated weaves and braids).

but i shan't bore you any longer. i'm off to find more tea quotes.

Ni!

okeeday. despite my reluctance to create another blog (and my firm belief that i'll forget it's here), i've decided that another is in order.

well, first off, i must say that i've always wondered just what it was that makes me me. however, that's a rather general question, isn't it? if i had an all-knowing djinn or something of the sort, and i asked such a question, most likely i would get an answer such as, "you are made up of cells." or even, "you are the sum of the traits and genes given to you by your parents." which makes me wonder if, personality wise, i am nothing more than an odd mix of my parents and grandparents. i mean, is a child completely influenced by the ones who raise them? do we have much of a choice in the matter? which begs the hypothetical question of, if you placed a newborn baby into a plain, white room, ocassionally allowing a completely unattached person to come in for the occasional care and allowed the child to grow up in such a lonely, sterile envorinment, how would the child turn out? would it be devoid of outside influence or would it end up completely and totally insane (due, i'd like to believe, because of the horrendous white walls)? still, that train of thought makes me shiver. you know, the fact that i've thought of such an unusual and cruel scenario simply means that someone else must have thought of the same thing and, in a different reality, i might be the poor child locked in that white world.

but! onto happier thoughts. i'm finally seeming to move forward in calculus. yay! *teni's inner teni immediately does a happy dance* hopefully, this is the beginning of a wonderful new trend. of course, it could also mean i'm about to take a not-so-graceful swan dive into a pool which warns, "no diving."

gee, aren't i the happy camper today? incase those reading are convinced that i've worked myself into a dank and gloomy little corner, i must say that i haven't. thoughts like these enter my mind all the time, narrated in a chipper little, "i can use reverse-psychology on fate" voice. actually, for the most part, i'm amazingly optimistic, despite being quite cynical. that just means that, while i leave room for the possibility that something wondermus will come along, i'm quite convinced that nothing will ever go right, even though a tiny, darkened recess of my mind is sitting on a blue stool, arms stubbornly crossed, firmly saying that everything will turn out just fine (what my confusing banter is meant to say is that i'm an oddly optimistically sarcastic cynical optimist, if there is such a thing).

well, enough about me and more about what's going on around me. such as that i'm sitting in my sun room and the sky is all dark and stormy and everything is amazingly green (well, what i can see through the bright green ivy that loves climbing all over my house). everything is so verdant and vibrant. there are deep, dark greens and damp browns, all capped with grey. and here and there are little peeks of purple, from where the morning glory has bloomed and thrived, despite the heat and humidity. and i'm listening to songs in japanese because i'm addicted to anime and feel the need to constantly listen to the theme songs from various shows (naruto, naruto: shippuden, fruits basket, ouran high school host club, and others).

okay, i've said enough. now to go and study more gaelic or latin or whatever. maybe i'll just write more on my Avatar: the Last Airbender fanfic. it seems to be quite popular amongst the fanfic addicts.

bye now!

p.s. i think i'll end with one of my favorite quotes, just for those who happen to read my blog...

"it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

-Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Le Petit Prince