Most Memorable Moments in Highschool

I'm trying to recall my most memorable moment, but truth by told...

This year shot by like a bullet, and it's just as hard recalling a certain memory

as it is to actually grasp that bullet.

I mean, my grade 12 [b] year- I've made some friends, lost some, rekindled some old flames, and extinguished some so fast- it's hard to tell if there was even a spark.

This year was a lot of laughs, probably too many laughs.
Sometimes I laughed so hard, I skipped my core work out the next day.
Obviously football and rugby, have been huge parts of my high school era
And defiantly some of my most cherished moments, for good and bad reasons.

I've done everything a graduating student should and some things no one should do.
I've raced naked in the showers [don't ask]

Punched one of my best friends in the mouth

Had a heartbreak, caused a couple.
Broke bones, and spilt my feelings on paper.

Played pranks, punched lockers, verbally decleated someone so good that they have actually cried [very proud moment]

Made my fair share of inappropriate jokes, at everyones expense.

I guess my most memorable moment, would be the whole thing.
It's just all one giant moment, that can't be slowed down enough

to be broken up.

It's too convoluted- and it's almost over.

"A Piece of Fiction- Eric"

Fiction Vs. Non-Fiction?
That seems like a pretty bad-ass cage match right there...
But for me, I'm placing my bets on fiction being the better of the two... Perhaps not *better, but just easier. I love writing fiction, and I adore reading it as well... Something about writing non-fiction just doesn't spark [at least with me] I think it's because, if I'm writing something non-fiction, that means it's already been written, or at least told before. I get no chance to stretch my creative legs, and walk around the page.
I mean I could put my own spin on something that is factual, but it just isn't the same as completely writing something from the top of my head... Sigh.

When I write fiction, I can imagine the characters, or the plot, setting, the theme, I can imagine anything- and my imagination always runs wild with inappropriate and offensive thoughts, which is perfectly... Awesome.
When I'm writing from my head, possibilities are endless.
But when I have to write non-fiction, I get discouraged, because I know it's all been said before.
I know I could put my own offensive twist on it- but unless I'm splitting hairs, it's all the same thing. It's the truth, just being re-written for what...? The hundredth time?
I'm not saying that I completely hate non-fiction, because I don't. I love to read it and study it, but normally only if it has to do with history.
Hopefully, Greek or Roman- because that is a serious interest for me.
I'm not sure if its contradictive [may have made that word up, but hey, that's fiction right there... I don't think I made it up, but according to the bloody spell check I did!] that I dislike writing non-fiction but adore reading it...
Now that I'm ranting, perhaps I don't hate writing it...
Because I have thought about sports journalism.
If my career of writing soft-core erotica doesn't work out...
Or I could balance the two.

But a lot of times when I think of non-fiction, and me writing it... It just seems like writing essays. Which I don't mind doing, but my essays often get off track easily, and I *jump from topic to topic all the time.
But with fiction, I can jump all I want- and can't really get penalized that much for it. At least Mr. Pierce doesn't penalize me for it... I hope...?

So from my ranting, I've concluded that I don't mind either, but I writing fiction is the one I mind the least... Non-fiction will always read as 'structured' to me, and for a guy like me, structure throws me off balance.

The Myth of Technology

When I think of technology, it draws to very contradicting conclusions...
For one, I am using technology to write this very journal, but on the other hand- technology has also lead to weapons of mass destruction and lead to the average man losing his job to a microchip.

No one can doubt that technology helps out society to an almost-uncomprehendable extent [unless one of amish] - although, I once discovered an 'Amish Furniture Store' online, and I wondered how contradictory that was, perhaps even more so than the intro to this very journal... Perhaps.

Technology does many great things, helps kids to read and write- hooked on phonix.
Helps people with disabilities cope, and makes almost everything- even blogging easier... Possible?
But technology also takes away from 'face-time' and we have become so unattatched that often 'break ups' and official 'ask outs', have started happening over computers and through texts... Grow a bloody back bone.
It's ironic how technology makes it easier for us to communicate, but it has made us almost unable to communicate beyond a cell phone...
I personally, think that I wouldn't have a problem without technology- I often thought I was born a few thousand years out of my time... Two thousand years ago, I would have fit in so well. So I'm just out of my time.

But the main thing that crosses my mind when I think of advances in technology is warfare.
In my time[haha] war was very personal, where the man you were killing was only a few feet infront of you, if that. Whether it be by sword, or axe, or spear. But now, it seems that we have taken the value out of human life- almost.
Civilians and soldiers are taken out by our bombs, and IED's, our guns and rockets- We hardly ever see who we kill- and we kill a lot more, for the sake of killing. Not to get land back, or to defend a country...
The iraq war comes into mind... We are invading their country, when it was a completely different group that attacked on 9/11. It seems our warfare is just insensitive to humanlife, and I guess improvments and advances in tech, have made it easier not to care...
No doubt that technology does make our[society's] lives easier but I think I'd be well off, working on a farm, or in a smithy a few thousand years ago.
So tech greatly improves the lives of others, but for me... Perhaps it goes both ways.

Free write

Infinite Universes...

I heard a theory the other day... well a few weeks ago
and it really got me thinking... Wondering if it were true. If it could be true...

The theory went something like this...
When a person makes a decision, a parallel universe is created, where the oppisite or the other choice is made. In a simple example, say if one person comes to a fork in the road and goes right, then a universe will be created where the person went left. So each time a decision is made, a new universe is created, for every decision. For every person. A different universe is made. So each second; millions of universes are being created on a different spacial plane. It is said that this is the meaning of universe. Millions of people, making millions of decisions creating millions of universes...

It got me thinking that maybe everything we do in life, is meaningless.
Because in some other universe, we made the oppisite decision.
So I could hate someone right now, and on a different world, I would find them quite pleasent.

So there are an infinite number of 'earths' right now, and some are so similar you could spend a life time searching for a difference, while others are so dramatically different that seeing one of these earths would destroy my entire sense of thought.

Say on one earth, a fish was never brave enough to climb out of the water, so humanity never flourished. Or on another, nuclear war has demolished human life.
But there would have to be a first earth for this theory to hold any water. Perhaps an 'Earth Prime' that existed before thought. But I imagine by now that earth has long been abdandoned.

When I heard this theory, the man explaining it said that he was going to destroy 'Earth Prime' therefore destroying all existence as we know it... And when asked why, he simply said "Because it is the only decision that makes sense." and in a way, I see where he is coming from. Because if this theory is true, every single person would be contradictions to themselves. Everything would be a shadow to everything else. Therefore nothing would matter on a grander scheme of things.

But with this theory, I started to think about what would I change. Would there be any moment that I would love to just go back too... and see how I turned out from there. Of course I thought of many... But then I got to thinking about if I would try to change... Or maybe even kill myself in that universe and takes my own place because I thought I liked that certain life better. Oh the stuff I ponder when television stops working...

Journal 6: Influential Person

An Influential PersonWrite about a person or people you look up to or have learned from. These could be people who have become famous historically, celebreties or even people you know or are related to. You might admire their accomplishments, their personality traits or their values. How did you learn about this person? What makes him or her remarkable? How does knowing about this person impact who you are as an individual?

Some might call me immature, but in all honesty the most influential person in my life, is a fictional comic book character from DC, called The Flash.

I first discovered him when I was six, and I tuned into a retro TV station, and on the screen was a man dressed in red and he was out running a giant mutated ant. Yes, a mutated ant. At first the only reason I liked him was because I remembered he had a yellow lightning bolt across his chest- and I thought it was beyond cool.

There has been four people who have worn the costume of the Scarlett speedster; Jay Garrick, Barry Allen, Wally West, and Bart Allen. My personal favorite would be Wally West, not because he's the fastest man alive, but because of his personality and what he stands for... How he acts in serious, world-endangered situations and because- well because he is the fastest man alive.
I guess I should explain a bit about his personality... He's the funny man, and even though he was part of the original seven of the Justice League- along with Superman and Wonder Woman- he is often viewed as the teenage sidekick. He's a compulsive flirt but he has a good heart and often provides comic relief. But I think one of the main reasons he really inspires me, is because he has a similar trait that I do... Even if it isn't a positive one. He makes jokes, and keeps things light- to avoid the harsh realities of life, or of the situations. It's a trait that people often get aggrevated about with me but, it's a trait I could never part from.

In one issue, The Flash asks a child what he thinks makes Flash a hero. And the child replies with "Because you can run faster than anything..." and Flash relies with "Not because I can run faster than anything, but because I continue to run- even though it feels like my legs are gone." As a medaphor for the hardships he endures, not just as a hero but as an everyday person.
As it mentioned earlier, it may seem immature- or childish but I think relating to a comic book character is completely acceptable... I am by nature, very impulsive- with my actions, thoughts, but especially with what I say... It's often sarcastic remarks that require no thinking and are just spewed out on impulse... The impulsiveness I have is also trait I'd relate to my hero... The hero I've had since I was 6. The hero that I could never actually be like- literally speaking... But a hero who inspires me, none-the-less.

Childhood

In my oppinion, we completely over protect our children.
Growing up as a child, my mom kept an eye on me, but let me figure stuff out for myself, and I really think that is the way to do it.
Sure I broke a few bones in the process but I learned about gravity, and the stability of thin tree branches rather quickly.

It irritates me, when I hear a mom say "Don't do that" or "Be careful" when a child is simply playing... Yeah be cautious but not to the point of it being rediculously over the top. Especially when dealing with a boy... Boy's are supposed to get dirty, and hurt themselves- fall from fences, or play cruel pranks. For example, when my sister had her first boy, when we'd play- she'd always tell me to be careful with him. He's not a priceless glass vase. Like, boys are supposed to wrestle and fight and grow up sort of dirty. At least in my oppinion. Although as a counter arguement, her second boy- we were wrestling and I accidently threw him into a heater- and burnt his side pretty bad. But it was all in good fun. She was not too happy with me, but my brother and I laughed about it- even right when he hit the heater; cause we both knew what it felt like.
My brother stuck his fingers in a vacuum cleaner and had to get stitches on his fingers, while I pulled an iron onto my back and burnt myself real bad. It's just something guys have to do. At least that's what I believe... But I did grow up on a farm- which sort of bred me to be tougher... I think.

When I have kids... I'll make sure they have their fun, but I won't baby them. Boy or girl they are playing sports, and taking some form of karate. I really don't want my kids being defenceless. But I know if I have a girl, I'll be a hell of a lot more protective and will probably keep a closer eye on her than say if I had a boy.
I have this plan... If I have a girl- the first time she goes on a date, when the guy comes to pick her up- I will ask him if he has a condom.
and if he says yes, I'll ask "Why? Do you plan on sleeping with my daughter?" and if he says no. I will reply with "What? You're planning on getting her pregnant? Can you really support her at your age!?" and really make sure he knows what he is in for... Maybe my childhood did mess me up... But either way- I think I'll be a good dad... Just not yet.

Free Write

The other day... perhaps a few weeks ago? I'm not too sure how long it has been- but all I know is, it is still on my mind. A girl. A certain girl. Got me so negatively flustered that I actually punched a door... It isn't like the door did anything to me but I still had to release the energy I felt...

It got me wondering, why is it that one person can have such an extreme effect on me... Or anyone for that matter. Why is it we openly dive into something knowing there is such a chance for an unpleasant outcome? Why is it, that we will consciously think about something or explore it, knowing it will upset us? I wonder if, three thousand years ago- women still had this ability to make a man do insane things... Or a man could have this effect on a woman? That's just the wonderous thing about humankind; curiosity, and how we let it get the best of us. I assume that even three thousand years ago, a human could no doubt abuse someones emotional/mental state so bad, that they would act out of character... Hmm, humankind.



Emotions are everything apparently... Everything we do, is based on emotions. Nomatter how much we think about something; we usually act based on our emotional wants and needs. The media makes money and produces products hoping to influence our states of mind. For example... a love story, a romantic movie. Many people will go see one to laugh and enjoy the love and heartbreak that the couple in the film experienced, but leave at the end, envious that the couple worked out for the best- knowing that's how every romantic movie works. They leave envious and wishing they could find that one true love... Is there just one true love? Or perhaps many... Most of my writing is a reflection of my experiences or my oppinions on love or permiscuity, because it is something that facsinates me. I find a story simply isn't interesting unless it can pull at heartstrings a bit, negatively or positively...

Personally, I love to pull at strings in a negative way... I really like to make people feel regret or disgust. For example in one of the many novels I am working on; a man hits an old woman while he's driving and if he backs his truck up, he'll rip her in half... so he has to kill her by shooting her. I let one of my friends read it, and with the detail I put in it, my friend said it made her feel sick to her stomache, and I got a sense of pride... In a very twisted way.



I was in my room, reading 'The Darkest Knight' It's a comic book about Green Lantern and The Flash, and I got to thinking about that certain girl and I had to stop reading due to lack of concentration... So I wrote her a letter, because writing is perhaps my strongest aspect, one that she rather enjoys... But in the letter I had some vulgarity, but later apoligized for it in the same letter stating "That I was angry, but it was only temperary and you should not be offended... and if you are, I apoligize..." and I wondered how even though she emotionally hurt me, how I still cared about how anything I said, would make her feel... Hmm, will humankind ever not care about what they did... and if so... Would they still be human?

Sigh, she looked at my hand the other day and frowned at me... Stating I shouldn't have done that [Punch a door] and she said I was stupid for doing so. and I took her patronizing concern and noted it... For what reason did I note it? It seems that this isn't so much a journal entry, but a slew of questions... Questions that my mind keeps dispencing, and questions that my hands can seldom keep up with... When it comes to the oppisite sex, if I truely care about them... My hand can seldom make my irratic lust-broughten thoughts and make them into a linear sentence that can physically be written down on paper... Sigh..
I feel my rant is done...