Archive for February, 2009

Victorious but Not Unscarred

So today was interesting.

My Business Law class, and various other students in random technology/business classes, went on a field trip today. A field trip to a Career Expo down in Hampton. Oh joy. Oh joy. I had to dress up. That was fun. I got to wear a tie that didn’t exactly match my shirt, and dress pants that didn’t really agree with my waist. Yay.  I was going to wear dress shoes, but they didn’t agree with my feet, and there was no way I’d suffer uncomfortable blisters from hell because of this stupid field trip.

My day started out simple enough. I’m pretty much a newb when it comes to tying my own tie, so the night before I had my dad show me how to do it, and I kept the premade tie he made me, and just threw it on in the morning. Thank god it was fairly decent this morning, and not frigid, or I would’ve been a bad mood. I usually walk around the school every morning, by myself. I’m sure a lot of people look at me as the creepy quiet kid who can be seen stalking throughout the hallways each and every morning, staring into an endless abyss of nothingness. I walk around the school each morning alone. I don’t really talk much, and anyone who says hello will only get a slight nod. Maybe. I do this to somewhat wake up.. and think about how good or bad the day may be. I decided that today was not a good day to do this. People might be freaked out. Why is the creepy quiet kid who speaks to no one suddenly dressed up? You get the idea. I wanted a low profile. So I actually stayed in one spot and talked with my buddy [Graham Bradly] until the bell rang.

Well, school that day decided to fuck over my low profile.

When I got into my first block class, my teacher told us [7-8 people, its a small class] that the FBLA [some business club, lollers] needed people to run around the school and see if classes brought in cans for a food drive thing. Fuck.

First off, let me say that my respect, and my pity, go out to all the people, past and future, who go about the school and collect things for these food drives. Its a very awkward thing to do. Especially when one doesn’t want to be noticed by anyone or anything. But nooooooooo. I chose to do the classrooms in the 100 area. [Big mistake on my part, buncha assholes] This area has all the geography/history/government classes, 1 art, and my old photography class. I didn’t get any food. There were some teachers that were very apologetic, thinking I gave a damn, and some teachers were closing the door before I could say “food drive.” I’d say “Hi, I’m collecting food for the fo-“ and that’s when they’d shake their head and close the door. It was also awkward to totally disrupt classes. Or just stand in the door, if its open, and have the students stare at me while the teacher is talking. Sigh. I actually skipped a classroom [photography] because she was in the middle of a lecture, and I assumed that they wouldn’t have cans anyway, since nobody else did.

So this was my fun before the field trip. On the bus, since I was basically the very last one to arrive, I ended up sitting with a teacher from Jamestown [5 kids from Jamestown decided to come along]. Which was.. not too horribly bad. I made a fool out of myself, I blame being mentally traumatized from the food drive thing. The teacher said, “Hello Daniel.” Well, I was startled. I had never met this person before, how did she now my name? What did I do? When I asked, she politely pointed out that my name was on my folder that held my resumes. Oh…  facepalm. Like I said, I blame the FBLA… and those damn teachers.

The Expo was a confusing mess. Very unorganized. Our group got split up multiple times, and the people directing the thing didn’t know half the time where people should be. The only thing that was fun about it was the mock interviews. I did pretty good supposedly. The second interviewer and I got into a discussion about photoshop. So.. yay. Afterwards, there were a few companies set up in this big.. room.. thing..  I went around and got a lot of free pens. I’d go to a booth, and pretend to read the information… and than I’d take a pen. The people who I walked with encouraged me. So I blame them. I think I got 12 really neato looking pens. I’d say the trip was worth it, don’t you?

Finally, after walking around for a few hours, we ate lunch at the Patrick Henry Mall, I got Wendy’s. Mistake on my part. My double cheeseburger was sloppily made, the cheese barely melted. It looked like ketchup was squirted on there violently, all over the burger. I was hungry though, so I ate it any way. The people I sat with got some kind of sushi stuff. I tried some fish eggs. Surprisingly, they don’t taste like anything. They kinda feel like nerds though. Which was cool. After lunch, I was dragged throughout the mall to Hot topic and spencers. Oh what fun! I really hate shopping. I really really do. God.. damnit.. ahem.

After school I had a dentist appointment. I hate the dentist more than I hate shopping. Don’t get me wrong, the dentist is a nice enough guy, but I just hate going there with a passion. My first appointment there was worse than this one though, since I was somewhat new to this dentist. They had the chair leaned so far back it almost felt like the blood was rushing to my head. I gripped the chair like I was clinging on for my life, and the only thing I could think was “God damnit, breathe through your nose. Breathe through your nose. Breathe through your nose. Breathe through your nose.” Why? Because I was afraid I’d gag on the 500 FUCKING TOOLS THEY SHOVE IN YOUR MOUTH AT ONCE! I mean, jesus christ, is that really necessary? Bleh. This time around I still did all of the above, but my heart wasn’t pounding as hard and as fast.

So yes, that was my day. I had planned on going to the Busch Gardens employment center thingy and filling out an application, but that will be saved for another day. Right now, the teeth the dentist worked on hurts like a bitch, and I have a headache. It’s time to get some pain relievers. Powerful ones.

I need a fucking nap…


The Road Most Traveled

Mentally prepare yourself for a post about Religion, and life after death.




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So this is a post about my religious beliefs, and what I believe happens when I die. Or at least, what I hope what will happen when I die. To begin, I’ll start by saying that I was born a Christian, and that when I was a mere infant, some ass dripped or dipped my head in some kind of holy water. I believe its called baptizing. I don’t care if that’s not exactly what they do, but you get the jist of it. Anyways, for many years I believed in god, and in Christianity as a whole. I believed in a heaven and a hell. Something happened along those lines that made me realize that, to me, there was a good chance that the religions we have in today’s society are.. well.. not believable/true/whatever. Gasp! Blasphemer! Alright, Jesus Christ.. lol shut up and let me continue with my outrageous theory.

The religion Christianity [and all of it’s little cracker spawn cousins], Islam, Buddhism, ect.. were created thousands of years ago. As we all know, things created a long time ago tend to change throughout time. Words get misinterpreted through translations, scribes may replace certain words… you catch my drift. Right, anyways, this makes religion lose a little bit of it’s credability. What else is there? Right. Facts change over time. You know how stories get exaggerated over time from word of mouth? A man today can catch a fish and hold out his arms to measure the size of the fish, and by the time it gets to the 15th person, the tiny fish that was barely edible is now the biggest fish in the lake. Apparently Jesus performed some kind of miracle that consisted making an endless amount of food to feed an endless amount of people. Jesus probably did feed a village, but as word spread of his generosity, he, in some eyes, fed nations. The point I’m trying to make is, the people of that time made these ordinary people religious messengers from god. They were idolized so much, that they went from being a normal person, to a hero.

I think I’m going somewhere with this.. hang tight. So, the thousands of years generally changes and warps a lot of information in these religious books, which make them very unbelievable to begin with. People idolize each other, and those who are idolized become greater than what they originally were. There’s a reason why religions became so popular among so many cultures in society. Thousands of years ago, there wasn’t much to govern people with. A fear of religion helped form civilizations, giving them a much stronger foundation on which to govern. Religions gave people their basic moral values. Religion also gave the right people power. This is my belief.

I’m not an Atheist. I’d like to think of myself as Agnostic. Agnostic? What the fuck is that? Well here’s a official definition [thanks to]: “a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as God, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience.” . That’s the nice way to put it. I just like to say that I don’t know what the hell to believe in. I’d like to look up and think that something is out there.. controlling this big fucking mess.. but.. eh.. who knows, really? Not me, that’s for sure. I do know, however, that I do not believe in the current religions that is found throughout today’s society. If you look back in time, you can see that even Christianity was kinda like the Scientology of the ancient world. It was outlawed, and people were killed for their beliefs in it. But guess what? It soon grew in popularity. It’s popularity was so vast, that leaders of nations had to convert themselves to Christianity to win people over, and basically to save their own hides. You may mock me now, but I believe that there is a very good chance that in hundreds of years, Scientology could be the new Christianity [in popularity terms, of course]. No, I don’t believe in Scientology, but a few others do. It even has its own neato book. I’m just saying, in hundreds of years, it could be forgotten by society that the religion started off as a joke, and it could pick up pace, and become a respectable religion in… hundreds of years. Why? Because people forget.

If I’m Agnostic[ish]… what do I believe happens when we die? That’s a very good question. Since I can believe in whatever the hell I want to, and since nobody knows what the fuck happens when we die, I’d like to think that when I die, I will become some kind of super being. I can create and destroy worlds and cultures with my mind. I can write destinies for anything or anyone. Can live the life of whatever my imagination lets me. People who died before me interact with each other through psychic means. Wow, I must be smoking something to spurt out that bullshit. Whatever. That’s my “heaven.” Deal with it. I like to think it’s going to happen, but there’s a good chance that it won’t. You know what it is? It’s peace of mind.

It’s trying to know what the unknown is.

And as you know, the unknown really fucks with mankind’s head.