Fomerly, what's the use!

The craziness in word spreading out.
The fatigue from within in rushing things.
The procrastination that doesn't stop.
The pains associated with being shortly serious.
The lack of wisdom and unwillingness to see things.
The short state-of-mind that needed to be selective.

The passions arising from wanting to work under fun.
The aggressiveness from not achieving satisfaction.
The repetitive mistakes from being in state-of-denial.
The powerful mind which took over under extreme conditions.
Expressions are for obtaining positive caliber.
Let's not falter from behind and start over by accepting God's forgiveness
through the love of Jesus Christ.

Mind Dump

My mind is exhilarated.
A new term that my mind has comprehended.
The thought or notion of staying centrally focused.
The joys and ease of ebbless mirth.
The afficability of using of duality.
The wonderfulness of writing to contentment.

Communicative channels are such not a waste.
The passions and fears that flow within love.
The interpretations have yet to be manipulated.
For my own sake, expressing idealism in a softened tone.
To strive to express my heart and never get there, so
an idea of intelligence will motivate me to continue.

I finally have this bloggerbot from picasa again. It works really well in that I don't need to log on to the website. I don't really like space bar because it's really hard to press. My mom left me a message that the car needs to pulled up into the driveway or else the street sweeper is going to ticket me. I realize that I'm going to need to write very consistently about any thoughts that I have, so that I can be pretty comfortable with writing when the MCAT comes up. For me, I think that it's really hard for me to study other people's textbooks. In a way, it's just time-consuming but at the same time it's a lot of fun to learn something new. By examining what people write about, I can get a sense of what their personality is like. The English language is such a rich and beautifully composed language because of all those expressive words that have come together. It gives off historically meaning.

I think that my writing style is not going to be viewed by anyone. I believe it's best for no one to really care about the things I write about. This is just for my own benefit. I'm just saving up space with having to keep a journal. It's the technology that allows me to store this. I think that whatever I end up writing about will not be viewed or understood, so it's just going to cause people big headaches or eye strains. It's a lot of inside humor for me and so if you are reading this, then I would appreciate you not continuing to read this site and let me go on with my business of practicing writing. I'm using a very flawed design, which doesn't look very safe for publishing whatever I feel like writing. I think this thing is best for publishing any photos I have, but I haven't even posted any of those photos yet. I guess for me, I'm very different from the world because I don't follow them. My dad feels that I have an inability to learn off of people. I disagree because if I put a lot of concentration into it, then I will be able to. My stupid life is basically composed of nothing to write about. It's just a million thoughts coming to my fingertips at the blink of an eye. I think poetry might be a better thing for me to try. It's very allusive and yet clandestine. It could be deceptive but yet there's an acceptance for duality. I guess that's what I'm going to do for now on. So pretty much I'm not going to be maintaining a journal anymore. It's just going to be whatever the heck I feel like writing. This way, it will be a sort of code that only I will be able to decipher. No one else on this planet will be able to construe what I am writing about. I guess this is the best way to publish my daily life and not feel like a fool later.
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I'm very confident that no one is going to look at this blog, as it has no point for anyone to read. I don't even know why people would even surf into this website. It's just a plain load of junk. I'm just basically writing about anything that goes through my feeble head. By having the confidence that no one really is going to care to even look at any of this stupid life-style that I possess, I might as well just go off the tangent with society. I know how it seems retarded for a guy like me to just write about nothing. I've sort of developed this sense of what I'm supposed to do but I don't end up doing it because I get distracted from my temptations. My flesh is so weak, and it causes me to suffer in many ways that I can't seem to fathom off of. It's like if I give in to my sinful desires, then I don't make myself happy. I end up losing in life and can't seem to find a way to make it up. I think the things that I really want to discuss about is something that I just want to keep private. Writing is just helping me see all the flaws and dumbness I have.

Change of plans

I'm planning to log in this journal everyday, from now on so that I can find better peace with myself. After supposedly graduating from Cal Poly in Computer Science, I realize more with the things I value. My main ingredient of how I live is basically doing my best to be presentable to God. Today,I mainly played the piano and been working on a song. There's always something new to learn or pick up on the piano. Right now, I'm a little distracted with this labtop's keyboard because it's hard to create space bars. I'm not so very used to these keys. At least I am learning to become a better writer.

My mom was dissing me about how I'm writing in this journal. I don't really care if people look at this journal. In a way, I just need to be careful with the things I write. I guess what I'm doing is just randomly typing stuff up, and I don't really know if someone is going to be able to dig up trash from this site. There's really nothing to write about except just anything that goes on in my mind. I guess with the insecurities that my mom has and making all these worldly comments. There's a lot of desires to be working after, and I think that I'm just mentally typing stuff away. Yeesh, my mom is like up and just saying stuff like how I can't focus and things like that. I think there's this issue of privacy that's involved. In a way this really isn't my diary. It's just writing whatever I feel like from the ongoing present.

I've been developing a lot better from really engaging myself with studying the Bible. It's a wonderful phenomenon that I can't quite explain with scientific gestures. A lot of it has to deal with faith in how one lives. Surely, there are values to how you live life. I think it's normal to compare oneself to others and then to really choose to scorn things, if you want to. I personally see it as keeping an open heart, but yet devising clever devices when one needs to. I really want to gain a larger vocabulary base.

This is really fun reading my own writing and pretending like I'm someone else who is reading this. Mainly typing text on the computer and then having to transfer all that data over from a new computer to another is just too much of a hassle for me. I don't even want to insert any CD, and so my stubborness gets in the way and is winning the battle for me for this round.

My Contradiction In Its Entirety Part I

The mind has the ability to be deceived by the bad or Satanic forces at any rate. I conjecture that our feelings when mixed in with the wrong line-of-feed causes us to screw up our lives. I'll explain what I'm trying to convey in a moment. Going a little off-tangent, I wonder how the readers would feel if they had the upper hand with writing whatever they felt like and then publishing it with a sense of accomplishment. A topic that I'm thinking of write now, is how living my life is like. The person reading this should also feel what living their life was like. Sometimes, it drags and causes me to ache out-loud in agony with those dreadful flashbacks. I've had to come a long ways to come to terms with an accidental racist expression in my art class! What I did was I became emotionally involved with etymology, or dissecting the meaning of each word. F.Y.I., it turns out that whether you like it or not, our words originate from our meaningless ability to babble the syllables. What I ended up doing was creating a collage of the words cat and dog. It was looking pretty nifty for a cheesy thought; however, I didn't catch the part what a black man's face was doing with all the doggy photos. I just treated it all indifferently, not caring while presenting it to the class. I was mainly trying to buy time because the presentation has to be like twenty minutes. The art teacher then told me it was racist, I became so scared because I thought I was going to get an F! I put on this face, which made me look like a victim. I was sort of acting and then I tried to find an excuse. I told them how I typed in the word 'dog' in a yahoo search engine and that man's photo popped up. Boy, it was a nightmare!