The Road

                                           The road less taken.  No, it's not easy..........

The Intense Reaction

Oh my god.  That outfit is ridiculous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artzy

Report card day, simply put, is hell.  You are required to give up two or three hours of your day to CPS( hours you WILL NEVER GET BACK!), and hear negative comments your teachers have.  Afterwards, you parents are either really pissed at you, or really proud of you.  It depends.  What irks me though, is that I got a C in art.  How can one grade art?  Art shouldn't have guidelines or specific instructions.  Art is a way to express yourself, and everyone's perception of art is completely different.  So even if the project is ugly, there was a reason for that.  Everyone looks for different things in art.  Obviously, the teacher and I don't look for the same things.  I just think art should be a pass or fail class.  Not that I'm a narcissist, but I think my artwork is pretty good.  Most of my great stuuf is framed in our house, but here are some lonely doodles.

TUMLBERIZING

I got a Tumblr.  I;m not sure how this is going to go.  I don't know if I can upkeep both.  We'll see.
Here is the link http://imnotthatshort.tumblr.com/

The Matrix

It's getting old. 

The idea has been over used, over advertised, and over everything else.  But somehow people still milk the idea.  Just one more movie, they say.  The idea is................. a dream( possibly within a dream within a dream within another dream).  After sacrificing several hours of my life reading a midsummer nights dream, I realized that that incredibly stone aged book used the idea of a dream within a dream.  And it doesn't end there.  Man kind continued to use this idea, for the Matrix movies, and now the super cool Inception.  That is what I call an obsession.  Not that I can blame them.  The concept is utterly fascinating, and the concepts just snow ball in your small pea sized brain until you are left with one core, simple question.  What is real?  Is this real? What defines real?  Who defines real?

 My reality may be completely different than another person's reality. ( I know this is getting philosophical, but hang in there. )

 I asked my sister:

"Do you think this world we are living in is real, or is it a dream, or an illusion?"

And she said "It's real. I know it's real."

But what does it mean to know something?  What is knowledge?  I mean, these are questions that have been floating around since Aristotle, or Socrates, or another old Greek man.  Yet they remain unsolved.  How can they be solved?  They can't.  We don't know the answers.  And this is the birth of philosophy.

And speaking of the Matrix...........( I am about to go off on a tangent so beware).  My dearest father informed me of several articles about AI (artificial intelligence). And they are scary as hell.  Basically to summarize this, when I am a sweet old grandma, computers will be smarter than humans.  There are so many different approaches to this problem though.  Some people think the AI will have no use for us humans, while others think these robots will just make our lives a hell of a lot easier.  I think that robots and AI are overrated.  Humans can never be truly replaced.  No matter how advanced the technology, no robot can feel the way a human feels.  A human is shaped so uniquely, from it's DNA to the environment it grew up in.  Humans are shaped by their troubles, good times, and experiences.  Robots can never truly achieve that. They can not fall in love, and get butterflies.  They can't cry when their best friend hurts them.  Because they can't do these things we do every day, they can grow and develop.  

But that's just my opinion!

-Wow I'm surprised by how nerdy I am

Alia

- Wow I'm a nerd

Alia

 

Pictures form the hood

Chance

I was watching the news the other day and some poor man coming home from a restaurant got in a car crash and died, and that's when it dawned on me.  What if that man had stayed in the restaurant a few minutes longer to argue about the tip?  Would he be alive?
I guess at some point in time, everyone goes through a phase where they wonder whether or not things happen for a reason.  I guess my phase has just started.  Actually, thinking about it kind of blows my mind.  What if my dad took a few more seconds in the men's locker room and never met my mom at the health club?  I wouldn't be here.  Some things as simple as a few seconds can change your whole life.  Did my parents run into each other by accident, or was that supposed to happen?
 I'm not going to bring religion into this, but I don't think that some greater power made it happen.  Maybe two people just happened to run into each other and fall in love.  Maybe everything we do is just a coincidence.  But, sometimes it seem so perfect, too perfect to be an accident.
Maybe it was supposed to happen.  If you think about it right now, your brain will end up reeling.  I guess some things just can't be explained, like physics, and why Sarah Palin was born.  For now though, I guess we should just appreciate all of the coincidences that happen in our lives.