Are you pondering what I'm pondering pinky?

You ever have one of those days where you just feel like laying around and ruminating on your experiences? I do, And if you don't, you need to. The internet makes the process far more functional. Let's say I feel like studying myself in high school and BAM, xanga, facebook, myspace, all wonderful ways to accurately look at yourself in hindsight. That's what I'm going to do today, beginning with my xanga. I have pulled up my weblog in another window, allowing me to come back to this weblog as I progress. I shall list my epiphanies as they come. Let it begin!

From Xanga

1. I was offensively emo in my earlier xanga days and it kinda makes me sick that I could write such things and still be so clueless as far as how to fix it. Ew.

2. I really... really miss Daisy.

3. I think I'm more upset about my father leaving than I thought.

4. my entry. November 14, 2006. "Reverence". I totally don't remember what that was for.

5. I always.....always say I'm going to post more often.... and I never do.

6. I love alot of people a whole lot.

7. Three years and almost five months ago I picked up Magic

8. August 1, 2006. moment of clarity

9. I really really need to write an entry about "Dial M for Murder"

From AIM

1. Holy crap that chick is up, down, all around, tripped out, eye twitching, bat shit crazy.

2. Sleepy people make for terrible I.M. conversations.

3. I miss Sean.

Yearbooks

1. I am NOT photogenic.

2. I think Christine stopped growing at the age of 7.

3. I'm sorry, it doesn't matter how you look now, EVERYONE has had a point in their life where they are really really funny looking.

4.I want the yearbook with the pictures from my Senior play in it.

you missed me... I know.

crazy?

existentialism

Crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve

I believe it was socrates that made the distinction between the physical and intelligible world. Proposing that the traits we attribute to tangible things are simply lent to them by the true incarnation of the trait. A gorgeous sunset is simply reflecting the intelligible essence of beauty. When we create art we are drawing from an intelligible ideal and projecting it onto a medium. There is one and only one exception to this definition of art. The art of feeling. The power of emotion. Whenever you feel, if you truly focus on the sensation, whether positive or negative, you can almost see your emotions forming an exquisite work in your mind's eye. You only need to pay attention. You can watch your heart paint your passion into a still life of the world around you or watch your sadness act out a dramatic tragedy. You can listen as anger erupts into a thunderous symphony. You can feel your joy perform a graceful ballet through your body, or allow your fascination to sketch what interests you.  I believe that our emotions are the only form of art that draw completely from the intelligible world, making them the purest art there is, and what better medium than yourself? It's this type of thing, these manner of thoughts that make everything okay... and keeps me from doing homework.