<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:21:35.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am the Scribbler!, the one who writes."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-6178516386133564678</id><published>2009-12-22T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:24:38.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Throughout the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Think of my past and accept my faults, hope for the future and be glad for what will happen, live for the moment and see the joy in every second...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled thoughts and scrambled times lead to a free flow of expression of thought. The insight I give you in the following free flow script will be almost as much as I could give you through written language if not all I can give you. My thoughts are erratic, various and inconsistent in some issues. I am still trying to find my answers to the world, or at least what I think I could know, I will never know it all and am not attempting that but I want to know about as much as possible and have thoughts on everything that I can possible think of. I love thought, it gives me something to do to fill all the gaps in life in which there are moments of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery. Things in this world happen and the reasons don't seem to be right or don't seem to be there at all. I constantly question the things in the world that I interact with. Its not bad is it, its how I choose to live. To want to know, to ask questions, to think about the situations, to constantly and whole heartily let my curiosity guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything interests me. From the simplest situation and question to the most perplexing and complex phenomenon. The mysteriousness of life, the mystery of the universe and the mysterious way in which the human being reacts and views his or her world. It is astounding to me. I want to know about it, I want to question it, I want to know what makes anything do anything. Although the human seems to be the consumption of most of my thought right now. Women are an even more strange creature that boggles and captivates my attention. How they see the world, how they react to given situations, how it seems to be in their nature for their emotions to run their thoughts and their lives. I have seen it personally how women seem to distort reality and shape it to drive their emotions, or their emotions drive their necessity to distort reality in order to fuel the emotion. I have had many instances where my sisters and my mother have taken a situation and added to it and distorted it so that it would further the emotion they were feeling. One clear example is when I overheard my sister and my brother talking, my brother was in a calm mood and addressed a thing that my sister had done that was a little stupid but he was calm and relaxed and tried to approach the situation in an appropriate manner. My sister seemed to dismiss his comments and then raised her voice and my brother became angry and just ended the conversation. A few hours later my sister began talking about how my brother was a dick to her and was yelling at her for what happened and that he didn't deserve to say anything. To which I replied that I was there, I had heard the whole conversation and that he didn't yell he was just trying to bring up the reasons why she had done it in the most calm and relaxed way he could. The distortion and level of distortion astonished me. I know everyone does this, not only women; it happens when our emotions drive our actions. It just seems that women tend to be driven by their emotions by a different degree and usually a much stronger degree then men are. It usually is different situations that drive the same emotions and men can be easily driven by their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop my thought process, I go a little crazy sometimes because I can't escape my thoughts. Thinking is just what my brain does all the time and about every thing possible. The only times I can stop is when I'm really into a song. That's the only time my brain really shuts off, or at least relaxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my thoughts seem to ever be finished. I just jump from one thing to another. The ability to pursue something to the end is not in my abilities yet. Will it ever be? I don't know. I'll try to change that about me, but it just seems that my mind wants to wander and wander and go from one thing to another to keep my interest. Its my form of ADD. I know I have it but I think I've found my own way around it. If I pay attention to one thing and then go off in space when I think I can spare a moment of attention and go off on some tangent in my brain. I do this god know how many times, always returning but always going away. Purposely distracting myself in order to pay attention. If I don't I'll fall asleep or permanently get lost in tangent thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety will kill me one day. My will is not strong enough to fully overcome the things that my anxiety chains me down on. It is so overwhelming for me to try to tackle it on my own. Thank god I have people around me who are willing to work with me and help me overcome and step over my shortcomings. They are helping me live my life to its fullest and trying to let me live as happy as possible. All I can do is show that I appreciate them. I'll try to help in anyway I can. I'll help with what I have and hope that they feel I helped them and are there for them as much as I feel there are there for me. It helps to try to find a way to express yourself. I know that when you have difficulty expressing yourself that its hard for those around you who want to help you to help. We don't want to tell you what to do but try to help you figure out what to do. We want to help each other live our lives and be as happy as possible however it is that you see that. It is difficult to see those you care about struggling and going through the worst of what life can throw at you, we only want to help lift some of that weight off of your shoulders so that you can find a way to handle things and move on. You are my friends, you are my brothers and my sisters, I only wish the best for all of you, for you to live your life the way you want and as happy as you see fit. If i've met you even once in my life I hope your life is filled with joy and you accomplish in your life what you set. If i've never met you then I hope your miserable, ha ha; I want everyone to have the best lives possible, no happiness out of ignorance, no denial of your past. Accept your past and learn from your experiences, plan your future but don't let it take over your life, live for the moment, live in the present, the present is the only thing that is real. 12-7-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-6178516386133564678?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6178516386133564678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=6178516386133564678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6178516386133564678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6178516386133564678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts-throughout-year.html' title='Random Thoughts Throughout the Year'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-5650237671014694359</id><published>2009-12-11T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:19:25.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On B</title><content type='html'>I want to be able to explain myself:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; this is an explanation of the situation into which I have put myself with a woman, well a girl, based off of her personality and how she carries herself. Lets call this woman B, that's what I'll refer to her as from this point on. I will begin with an explanation as to who I think B is, then go on to explain why I like her, then what my intentions were and are, and any other thing that comes into my mind as I am writing.&lt;br /&gt; So here is an explanation of her through my perspective. She is 17 years old and going to be 18 at the point in which I'm writing this, she is about 5'4'' blue eyes, white, dark blonde hair. She has very pretty face, nice body, great ass, small boobs, and good waist. Very very pretty, out of my league completely. She has a new yorker, Boston accent, very light but noticeable. I don't recall if she has the dark blue ring in her eyes but I think she has it, but its thin. She wears her hair in two different styles that I can remember, up and back and then up and to the sides, I much prefer the one that is up and back, she also has that pomp hair thing in the front. She has small fat lips that I can remember, soft skin, her voice is not very high, but not deep, kind of mid range on female voice range. Now about her personality, she is very childish, she is ignorant of a lot of things, or at least plays it, probably both but more of the first. She knows sign language very well and absolutely despises math, to which I love. Not very trivia knowledgeable, except when it comes to sex and sexual things. She is very hyper-sexual but more of flirty sexual. At least with me, she has ridden me, with clothes on, I've dry humped her, I've fingered her, both above and beneath clothing, she has jerked me off but over  the pants and has put her mouth on my dick, but again over the pants. She is very controlling, and she likes to hit me in the balls or dick, or at least that whole region. She is very bold with her jokes, a lot of racist humor. She seems to like attention, on being the center of attention, but I've had moments with her where my attention was enough. She moans when she wants to play with me. If I begin to mess with her and bug her she will go along at first and then begin to moan and make sexual noises to win and have me stop. She knows she has control of me and uses that. Of her intentions with me I don't know. She seems to be very close to me and usually would stay close with me, she has slept in my arms several times, to which I like very much. She says she is dying, she complains of her heart and lungs hurting very frequently. She says that her dad abuses her, that her mom is a bitch and so is her sister. Nothing that I've seen has confirmed the last sentence but I still hold what she says at face value but I have my doubts. Not that she is lying but exaggerating the truth. She likes to watch porn. She calls me her Mexican. She listens to hip-hop, rap, that I know of. She doesn't like a lot of the calming and relaxing music that I like. She listens to music and texts people when she is bored. She does plan to go to college for sign language.&lt;br /&gt; What I like and don't like about her. I like her sexual nature. I have found out, well confirmed that I like some level of being controlled by a woman. I like when she tells me what to do and commands me. I don't like how she hits me in the balls constantly. When she tries and doesn't actually hit them, I get some sick kicks from it which I don't really understand why I like it but I do. I absolutely  love(at least sexually) the look she gives me, a sexual look when she kind of lowers her head and looks up at me. My friends believe I only like her because of my penis, I think that's a part but hopefully I can actually show that its not all that. I like how bold she is with her jokes. I can see that she is smart and has great potential to know a lot but she doesn't apply herself, to which I don't like. She can tell a decent story, she can captivate me with her words, which I like. She doesn't talk much in new situations unless she is addressed which is similar to how I am. I like when she sleeps in my arms. This one I can't explain but I love being in the same room with her, just her in the room, being with her, I am unbelievably content, I don't have to speak, she doesn't have to speak just being with her makes me happy, a happy I don't know. She plays along with me when I fake slap her in the face, or poke her, although she does turn it against me when I do it too much. I love her smile and her laugh. When she giggles its so fucking adorable. She likes to choke me and to pass the comfort zone of submissions for some reason and it scares me a little. I think she connects my little kid inside with the dirty old man, and that I like. When I'm around her I don't feel like doing anything else then just hanging out with her.&lt;br /&gt; My friends perceptions of her; they think she is a liar, or at least an exaggerator, they think she is rude, I get the impression that they don't think she is good enough for me, they think she mistreats me, they don't understand how I let her do what she does to me, they believe I'm being lead by my dick, they have said that the only reason they would let her hang out with the group is because of me, and if she was just a friend of Spencer's that they wouldn't really want her to come over to the group, that she is very quiet or at least makes bad impressions, that she loves attention from all the guys in a group, likes group dynamics where there is a lot going on-media entertainment, I get the impression that they don't want me to pursue her.&lt;br /&gt; Now my intentions are very simply to date her. I want to be her boyfriend. I do want to fuck her, and fuck the shit out of her. But when I first met her I was told by her that she was going to die in 6 months and that didn't scare me away from pursuing a relationship. I want to love her but I'm afraid to. Because of what she has shown me, that she can be very sexual and then switch it off instantly which my mind translates to, me and her in a relationship and doing fine and then she just switches and ends it for no reason and then I will get hurt, really hurt. So for now I guard myself against her. But the idea of loving her and really getting close to her doesn't scare me. I was preparing myself to stay with her to her deathbed and going through all that pain, that pain of loss; I was willing to love her, and love her unconditionally. Now I'm nervous about it, I don't know her intentions with me and I don't know what she wants from me and I'm also afraid to find out, I don't want to ask because of what the answer will be. But even if we were together I can't see it lasting. Maybe 2 months, maybe 2 years but I don't see it going the distance but I see a lot of potential, potential for the good and potential for the bad; she will test me, bad or good I don't know. I'm am also nervous that if the question of what is our relationship at this moment or what it will be will lead to me burning the bridge with her and us not being friends which I don't like the idea of, but I want to be more then friends with her, I want to be more then just a fuck buddy, I want to be with her, in a relationship, I want to love her.&lt;br /&gt; On the confusing things about her. Although  I don't know her intentions with me she does seem to stick near me whenever I'm around. If I leave to one room, she would follow, if I go and sit in one area she would follow. Although this has only happened when I invited her somewhere and when we were at a friends house or in a completely new setting, I don't know how's she be if she was around more of her friends and I will find that out soon. She also seems hurt when I was slightly indecisive about not going to something that she is throwing, although she played it as if it was no big deal I get the hint that she was hurt by my mention that I wouldn't go or that I would leave early.&lt;br /&gt; I think that may be it. So far that's what I got, that 1 hour of thinking and writing about this girl, about B. I don't know what I'm going to do, my decision for now is to roll along, is to just go with the flow and see where it takes me and hope for the best, I have my guards up but I don't want them up. But B is the Puppet Keeper and I am the Puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; … New update- So I found out her intentions, not good for me. She just wanted to be friends and it hurt a little but I got over it pretty quickly. I ended up burning the bridge a little not out of spite but more of the fact that the more I thought of it the only reason I liked hanging out with her was because of her sexual nature. I tried denying it, and yes she does have some redeeming qualities but I think it was almost all sexual and be trying to excuse it. I figured out at least I think I have, that its just her personality type. She just loves that kind of attention, and she doesn't necessarily want anything other then the attention, which I wished I knew when I was in the situation I was in. Now I'm in pursuit of someone new. Someone I've known for awhile, I like her, I like who she is not who she could be which seems to be a big folly of mine. I see myself ruining the opportunity with her, lets call her J. Some part of me will not let it happen or fuck up, or actually misrepresent what is there. My friend who's pretty good at spotting when women give the “signs” has said that she likes me so that's really the only thing that really secures the idea that I could actually try and do something with J. I would like to date her and have a good time. Well since this started with B and I should end it with B. She is a friend, now more of an acquaintance. I will have my memories about her and she will probably have some about me but what happens in the future is whatever happens, I wish her the best and hope she can find a way to live as happy as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-5650237671014694359?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/5650237671014694359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=5650237671014694359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/5650237671014694359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/5650237671014694359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-b.html' title='On B'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-7131468862306398587</id><published>2009-09-06T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:45:34.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women in My Life</title><content type='html'>I just got the spark to write this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women in my life, more specifically my sisters and my mother. I thank them for everything they have done in my life. They helped shape the man I am today. The thought of them and what they mean to me brings tears to my eyes. They are part of my world, a part that will never go away and a part I would give my life to secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister have shown me the strengths and the weaknesses of women, that women are people and are no different in any way then a man is. Women are strong, violent, independent, gross, emotional, and loving. My devotion to women is in part thanks to them, my willingness to help, to save and be there for them at any time, at any given moment comes from my love of my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has shown me that being a man does not mean to hide your emotions and shelter yourself from everyone but to accept your emotions and yourself and let it all be a part of who you are and who you will be. She has shown me that your weakness and naive nature is overcome by your strengths and you are only the person who you accept to be and shut out what everyone else tells you, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women in my life have made me who I am, for that I respect them, for that I love them, for that I would do anything I can for them. Women are still mysterious creatures, it is hard to read and to understand them but it is life to try to figure them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-7131468862306398587?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/7131468862306398587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=7131468862306398587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/7131468862306398587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/7131468862306398587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/09/women-in-my-life.html' title='The Women in My Life'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-3239475560426320458</id><published>2009-06-12T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:03:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, New Conception</title><content type='html'>It seems my conception of love just keeps changing and changing. Before my second semester of college I had some idea of what love was but I never really thought about it. I just thought you'd know it when you felt it. I never thought about trying to understand it and just left it as this ideal, this just unexplainable feeling that can't truly be figured out or understood. Then in my second semester of college I had a philosophy teacher by the name of Mr. Sanders. I only had him for intro to philosophy but his insight into certain subjects was rather captivating. There are many subjects now that in the way I think are influenced by his thought, not that I blindly accepted what he said but I tried to find flaws in his reason and accepted the ideas based on his reasons. Now to get back on the subject at hand he had given his explanation of what love was and I thought it was pretty good and accepted it on a temporary basis because I still needed to work through his reasons and the idea behind his conception of love. His idea was that love isn't about yourself. Love is not selfish, it is when you are concerned about the other person to whom you love above yourself. You don't want them to be sad because its them you care about, you make them happy not to make you happy but because knowing they are happy is all that concerns you. I can't fully explain it because I'm still adjusting to the idea. Its a rather shocking concept but I think it is good. The way I've simplified it for myself was that you are concerned about the other person more then yourself. Now when I brought this concept up to one of my friends who does have his own insight in the world that is rather remarkable, his name is Chris. Chris's concepts and ideas I don't always agree with but he has the ability that most people don't, he can give reasons and rational reasons  to explain what he believes and why he believes it. But when I brought up the idea he looked shocked and disagreed with the concept. He said that doesn't work because you can't say that your goal is your reason, you can't want to make someone happy because it'll make them happy. So that makes sense. When it came to the concern portion of this idea of love he said that nobody does anything for someone else there is a drive that when you make someone happy it makes you happy. His argument was that everybody does everything to make them happy or at least content, or something along those lines. I disagreed because I don't think people are selfish all the time, maybe most of the time but not all; but that is for another discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway the true point of this essay is that I think I've poked a hole in the concept of love that my teacher spoke of. The idea came to me when I was showering, I thought of the wife in the Truman Show. She married Truman and pretended to be his wife to make him happy and her concern was him; her reasons were for her “job” but she still fills the concept that your concern is of the other person. This is a little far out but it is a thought experiment which usually are a little outrageous in their conceptions. Thinking of this there could be other reasons that make someone legitimately care for the concerns and happiness of another person more then themselves but they probably do not enjoy it and regret it, like the wife in the Truman Show, does that still qualify as love. Yes I think it does, at least in the concept that my teacher gave because the reasons were not clearly stated as why you have concern of the other person over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to rethink love, I am not a fan of any of the “all” ideas, people are selfish all the time, there is an all knowing, all loving, and all wise being; I don't like “all” concepts and yet I let one slip by, your are always concerned about the other person above yourself. So I think now the concept of love has at least two concepts; you are concerned about the other person above yourself and you are with that person because they make you feel better, happier or content. Neither one over powers the other they are both necessary. This rules out the wife in the Truman Show because she might not have been happy or felt better while being with Truman. So that is what I believe are two parts of the concept of love, there may be more to it but for now those are the ones I understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-3239475560426320458?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/3239475560426320458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=3239475560426320458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/3239475560426320458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/3239475560426320458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-new-conception.html' title='Love, New Conception'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-2794578350266135250</id><published>2009-06-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:05:02.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woods</title><content type='html'>The air is musty, the trees are old, this part of the forest is so enclosing. I feel like I'm lost in ancient lands were demons, monsters, giants, imps, sprites, goblins all still roam. The area seems to repeat but keep its differences. As I walk further into these ancient dwellers I'm more and more disoriented. The area around me seems to become darker and darker. Light, bright there is a shine a faint glow of gold that catches my eye. It seems to bring me out of my disoriented state. There it is, laying on the flow, the ground around it bare, and the ancient trees like pillars encircling. New questions arise, as I stand to view this glorious sight, the fog of my mind is growing worse. I seem to be stuck looking at this object without realizing I have picked it up this idol and rotating and checking every square inch of this entrancing gold object. Further and further I fall into a trance. Sudden noise, I'm broken out of my fogged state of mind, I look around this dense jungle. I'm holding out this idol at arms length. I then begin to bring it closer lost further and further by its ability to captivate my mind. Further noises, these are different closer. I drop the idol. On my toes I look, I back away hiding in the pillars shadows. Gazing upon my lost idol. There is a wild man, who encroaches the bare ground where the idol lies, he looks around eyes afire, wondering why his idol has moved. He picked it up, gazing at it, and gently places it in the center, quickly gazing from left to right. His guard is up, that idol is lost. I look at the idol, it seems to have lost its glow, its there but its faint, the glow is focused on this new man. I panic, and begin to run out of these lost woods. I'm breaking branches, scraping my skin, running at a furious pace, I fall and hit the ground tumbling. Why am I running, my thoughts don't change my actions, I'm still running, faster and faster, I see daylight, that gold glow was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, the last ten feet, out, flood of light, I'm blinded by the daylight and yet I feel free yet more trapped then ever before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-2794578350266135250?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/2794578350266135250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=2794578350266135250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/2794578350266135250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/2794578350266135250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/woods.html' title='The Woods'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-6838577551538175085</id><published>2009-06-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:04:07.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;In an earlier writing I said that I needed to reach my full potential before I can truly help others. Well  now the question in my mind is what is my full potential. Am I there already, what do I need to do to get there, what actually would be my full potential and will I actually be able to get there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;What is full potential? In my mind fulfilling your potential is kind of like fulfilling life goals. Not all life goals but those of knowledge and of your future career. To me its hard to explain what your full potential is. I think part of it is your personality and your character, being the best person you can be, knowing your limitations and being able to stand for your beliefs and ideals as well as being able to give reason for your beliefs. It wouldn't be being the wisest you could be because I don't think that is a possibility because you can always learn and become wiser. Its when you are reasonably comfortable with the person you are. When you reach a point in your life that you reasonably believe that you have become your true self and accomplished what you have set out to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Now what is my full potential. I guess it would be when I reach the level of ability in art that I want to be at and when I find myself again. Finding myself is the challenge to which I am not sure how to reach, I know I need more life experience and more time for self reflection but there is more to do then just that in order to puzzle together the pieces of my mind. The level of artist I want to reach is something to which I pretty much know how to go about getting there, its gonna take a lot of time and effort on my part to reach the level I want to reach but I know how to get there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Now am I there now, no. My art ability is good but not where I want it to be or where it needs to be. There is still so much more time and much more to learn before I am where my potential is at art. Now in myself and my character I don't think I'm at my potential at all. I think I may be close, at least closer then most people but that doesn't mean I'm any where near my potential. There is still so much more for me to learn about myself and so much more for me to become a complete person, I still need time and effort to be able to get to where I want to be, and getting rid of my self-doubt and cowardice has to be one of the first things I have to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I kind of forgot what I was going to write about and forgot some of the points I was gonna make but this covers it pretty well. All for another day and another blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I know I write too much, well I write in spurts and this will probably end when summer ends or when I longer have time to write. I like the idea of writing and getting it all out but the other question is why do I post it online. Well I don't know I could keep a private journal so that the very personal topics I do write about will stay with me, well I just don't know. I like the idea of being able to track the progress of my thought throughout time and it being online makes my thoughts somehow permanent. The main reason is that I can keep track of the erratic nature of my thought and if there just so happens to be a reader who follows these blogs which are really just my thoughts, they know full well how I can think one way and then change completely the next, weird, but I need to elaborate on this some other time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-6838577551538175085?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6838577551538175085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=6838577551538175085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6838577551538175085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6838577551538175085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-potential.html' title='On My Potential'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-4607791420188231602</id><published>2009-05-31T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:44:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Okay now I have time to write again. This is after a pretty long discussion about me and about the things that are going on in my life, between me and my friends. There are things in my personality that I might have to change, not to drastic degrees but enough that it would no longer be self-destructive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;First there is this concept in my head that the people I love, this means just my family right now because those the the only people I love, that I hold myself as having less worth then they do. I have the idea that if I could sacrifice myself to make them happier I would. Apparently that is a self-destructive behavior, I kind of see that but not really, I guess I just have to tone down the degree to which I'd sacrifice and go with what one of my friends told me which is go to my full potential first so that I have a better opportunity to help and my sacrifice would be after I have reached my potential.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There is also my cowardice or my self-doubt. I seem to just have an inability to do certain things and usually it applies to my endeavors into romance that I concede to others and don't do the “competition” for compassion that, not in those words, my friend has said is the dating world. I guess I just never wanted to be with a girl to whom I have to compete to get because in competition I feel that a person is fake, they try to be something they are not and I never wanted to be with a girl to whom I have to compete or be fake for. Then again I got encouragement from my friends and I know myself that I am a damn good guy myself, and just letting aspects of myself out will be my form or competition. Well we'll see if that works out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Now there is this girl, I don't know what it is about her, maybe I'm just obsessing. Probably. I think I figured out what happening. She is really smart, quirky, laughs at my jokes, catches me off guard, and I like all those things about her but I think I just like them. She still has to grow up, not that she isn't mature she is but she's just not there yet. I love her potential, yeah love, pretty sure its that, I love who she could be, a self assertive, strong, mature, smart, quirky, humorous, “catch me off guard”, woman; and that's what I love.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Right now I'm still not sure. She seems to be attached to someone else right now and I'd like to say I'm not bitter about it, I am a little but not that much. I just get disappointed sometimes that it seems that I could never get that great girl, that its always someone who gets her, I feel I'm deserving, but that just my ego talking. Right now my role is to be her friend, yeah, sucks for me but I think she needs that more from me then anything else and I think that the best role I can be right now.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Life is a mystery, its crazy twists and turns are what makes it interesting and devastating, all we can do is to continue to walk those paths before us and hope that when we reach the end of the road that the things we are glad we did outweigh the things we regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-4607791420188231602?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/4607791420188231602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=4607791420188231602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/4607791420188231602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/4607791420188231602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-497397390319436426</id><published>2009-05-29T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:20:56.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;(This is a very big insight into my thoughts so if you don't want to know whats going on in there then stop reading, trust when its over you'll understand)I am torn in my head, my situations that I'm in are not life threatening or of major concern, well maybe. I am being pushed, compelled, propelled into a direction, into a situation to which I don't know what to do. My feelings and emotions are guiding my mind into this territory. My mind is even finding it difficult to resist the thought. Well whats so bad, what is the worst outcome, ah where to begin. One of the bad things is that I'll be putting someone into a situation to which I don't think she feels comfortable. Some people need certain people to be there for them. I don't know if changing my role, my relationship with her will effect the effectiveness of my ability to satisfy that need. This person, I feel needs good guys in her life because only dicks seem to be attracted to her. Good guys in the sense that is a guy who is a friend and is there to help and comfort her without the want or desire to be anything more then a friend. Of course I know that I can't be that, I know I will always want some thing more then a friendship but that doesn't mean I can't put on a facade. I can show that I'm not thinking of being more then friends and even say some things that might discourage her from liking me beyond a friend, so that I'm protecting myself and her; why do I feel I need to protect people, why do I concern myself with other peoples lives, why can't I not concern myself with how something effects someone elses' life and just worry about my own and my feelings, I guess that goes against my nature. The other concern is her age, she is younger and not by too much but at our current ages to me seems a lot. Too much. As time passes that is concerning me less and less. She is very mature but still has moments of immaturity. Am I concerned for her more that for others. That I don't know; I have cared to be with her over other people. Those I've know longer I've blown off or thought of blowing off because of her. My thoughts are a little infuriating, why can't I make a decision why does this seem so complicated. Does she like me the same way I do. I believe she cares for me but does that translate to a romantic like. Will I ever know without asking. She has shared with me something that I know is very difficult to talk about, I tried to return the sharing of a traumatic event but my life does not have tragedy, I just know the tragedies of others, they tell me how it feels from their perspective and I make my own thought experiments as to how that would effect me and can get an idea of how to react to certain things and try to help in certain situations. Again my need to help is too crazy. Will I just let things play out as normal or do something about it; will I just leave bread crumbs for her to follow and discover what thoughts are in my head. I guess that is what I'm doing, I will post this online, and have set the crumbs for her to read. That stems from me actually coming across her blog almost accidentally and with coincidence that I think one of her posts was about me, and it just so happened to be the first or actually the last one. She used caring but what does that mean, does it translate or is it just caring, does she know how I feel about her, was that post even really about me. It feels better to jot this all down. I feel like I'm talking to someone and I do think the best when I'm talking. In speech I find reason, in conversation I find my muse, in language the expression of my soul is tamed and coherent. In these words my demons are exercised and I am at peace. Love, that's whats in my head, can I feel love, no that's not the question; the question is do I deserve love, do I deserve to love someone and especially for someone to love me. I don't know what love is, is that because I run from it, do I not want to know someone can make me that vulnerable. Yeah love, is that whats causing this tearing... … continuing from there I have found more time and more paper to write. It seems this subject is more serious than I first thought, I felt better but I got frustrated within 10 minutes. I don't know why I'm mad, I shouldn't be. Am I mad at her. Ha, mad at her; damn why does she make me feel like this; ugh she is purposely making me feel this way and making my mind trip up and be confused; that's an ass-backwards way of looking at it. I question if I should tell her, just to find out if she like me or not but what will that accomplish. Okay if she says she doesn't then its over, there will be some awkwardness and I might put her in a situation where there is just another guy whose after her trying to be her friend, not true, but she may think that-looks like I'm trying to defend myself. And if she says she does that opens up a whole can of worms. Do we go out, do I just let that sit and brew. If I find out she does like me and I let life just keep rolling along, she may become annoyed at that because of my inability to take action or assert myself. If I do go out with her, when, now well I have felt she needs time to be alone, she is too young to concern herself with relationships for awhile but what if she goes out with someone else, have I lost my chance will I ever be able to, if I go out with her now either its so awkward and weird and it never works or it works she cares for me, I for her, we fall madly in love, get married have kids and forever remain together in happiness and sadness ha ha. Can I picture myself going that far with this girl. Can I picture a house together, kids, ups and downs of life... Damn can I?..... First can I think of even kissing her, holding her, and other things relationships entail. I can picture kissing, I can picture embracing, actually you know what I can picture, I picture laying next to her, her asleep, me waking in the middle of the night raising on one elbow and staring at her, wondering the whole time how did I end up with this girl, what did I do for her to be with me, how did this happen? You know it makes me nervous to think of it but I'm not getting scared. Ah she does that, she makes me nervous, what does that mean. She has had my heart stop and my breathing cease before. I still remember what happened. I was asleep, woke to her voice calling me, I opened my eyes to see her looking at me, then she blew a kiss; very childish kiss but it made my heart stop; my chest hurt, hurt in a way that I had no idea what was happening; it felt like I couldn't breath it was the weirdest and the most amazing feeling I have gotten in the longest time. I don't know these thoughts are new but familiar. Man this girl is gonna make me stress out. I'm usually inspired to write poetry and “philosophical” essays when I am getting feelings of romantic entanglement but never have I devoted four pages, hand written front and back to delving into my mind for answers I will never find. If I could talk to her about it, if I could not be such a coward about my thoughts and feelings and just be blunt like I am with everything else, why do I coward behind words ink and paper. What am I hoping for, that she'd come across this and talk to me about it, put me in a situation where I can't get away from talking about it, maybe. Do i just want her to know how I feel even if she doesn't feel the same way, if she knows will she change her mid, god why do I think so much about everything. Now I am coming to the end of my writing, not that I don't have time, I think I could write more but what beyond this point will I talk about that hasn't already been said. My brain is torn and I am in the process of repairing it. I think I may give it a year or so, so I'll take the rout I always take; wait and see, just let life roll by and see what developments occur and what will and won't happen of course all that means is I'll take the cowards way out, of course, I will do nothing about it, what a bitch I am. God I hope she reads this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-497397390319436426?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/497397390319436426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=497397390319436426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/497397390319436426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/497397390319436426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-very-big-insight-into-my_29.html' title='Torn Thoughts'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-5337665162565127166</id><published>2009-05-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:22:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There is a constant quote by my philosophy teacher Mr. Sanders “I believe the Greeks were the ones who had a true understanding of love, they had three different types of love.” He constantly says this but never gives an explanation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;In my own research of the subject there are four types of love set by the greeks, agape, eros, philia, and storgē. Which is just general affection and contentment, passionate or romantic love, friendship, and affection for parents or offspring; respectively. I think that this is pretty close to how love should be treated, but I would like to elaborate a little on it and also simplify it to three.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;First, there is the love of friendship. This is the love felt toward a friend, there is no sexual relation, you have a feeling of admiration, compassion, and connection with an individual. These are the people to whom you can confide your secrets, your problems and help you through some of the worst of your troubles. These people are different from your family and may be considered family but still are outside the immediate family. This is the love to which you would never want to leg go and help give you a sense of comfort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Second, there is the love of your family. This includes parents, siblings, and offspring. This to me is a stronger love then that of friendship and of romantic or passionate love. This love seem to be almost irremovable, you can hate someone of your immediate family (parents, siblings, and offspring), but there still is an almost necessary obligation to love them in some way. Many people may disagree with me on this one but I hold it as the top. The love of offspring comes from you having helped create that life and you being a major role in shaping how that person develops as an adult. The responsibility of caring so much for the life of another human being is so strong that someone who cares to take the responsibility is in love with their child. The love of your siblings is a result of their influence on your life, regardless if you want to accept it but the person you are is greatly shaped by your siblings, if you have siblings, and you shape their lives. This vice versa role helps create love between the two. Now there is love of your parents, this one is easy, one your parents help to create you, so your entire existence is do to those people you call your parents and the other which is the most important is if they took the responsibility to raise you in the best possible way through their means, this amount of devotion to you is enough to grant love, compassion and respect to your parents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Third, there is romantic and passionate love. I believe I don't really have an understanding of this type of love. My best explanation of this type is that it is of two people being in romantic-sexual relationship with each other. I will try my best to explain this love. This love goes beyond infatuation and lust, they are only temporary and can imitate and replicate the same feelings of actually being in love. There is a physical part of this romantic love but it is also a personal. The best way I can put it is that you like 70 to 80 percent of a person and hate or dislike the other 30 or 20 percent but that doesn't really bother you, it may bug or annoy you but at the end of the day you still care for the person beyond you annoyances. This love isn't always filled with happiness and joy, it is the love that means that you care for the other person above yourself, in fact all of the loves share that same trait. The other persons concerns, troubles and hardships are what you care about, you want to make them disappear or have less of an affect on the other person, not because it would make you happy but because you know that they will be happy regardless if that  is going to make you any better. There is a sexual aspect of this type of love, there has to be some level of physical attraction because humans as a creature need that as a component to be able to stay in a relationship with another human. There is a sense of oneself in this love but it is not always and not the main point of it. As my philosophy teacher says it is not love if the person your with is in the relationship because you make them happy, if your in a relationship like that then head out as quick as possible. Now this may be a little stunning to some of you and you may completely disagree with it but I look forward to your disagreements and hope you comment so I can respond to them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Love in general is a sense of caring for others above yourself. You desire the feelings they make you have and they desire the feeling you make them have, there is selfishness in love but love is when you care about the other persons life and are willing to make some sacrifices to secure their happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;(now I may have forgotten some of my points, and I may not have put all the points I wanted to or had not put them down the way I wanted to, I only thought of this a couple times in my head before I began writing. During writing I had come up and lost some better points and ideas but the argument I think is still there, I encourage you to bring up inconsistencies and your own view on love so I can better my argument and adjust my ideals based on yours-if you provide good reasons of course)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-5337665162565127166?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/5337665162565127166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=5337665162565127166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/5337665162565127166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/5337665162565127166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-love.html' title='On Love'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-8808840316321556234</id><published>2008-06-12T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:50:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Head Again</title><content type='html'>Okay so now that I mulled over my previous thoughts and every other thought that has occurred since. It seems I have been overly dramatic or at least I overemphasized certain thoughts that were running through my head at the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so in one of my previous blogs I said that I loved a girl named Brittney but I don't think I do. I like her, and i like alot of things about her but I always seem to fall prey to over exaggeratted emotions. Now then I don't know if i do love her or not but considering that I am questioning it I will go with the not. So now that I have given my self time to think everything over again, she is just a really good friend. I am just closer to her then I am with most girls, I think it is more of her personality and the way she is that is so appealing. Then again there are factors of her that are not so appealing, I will not go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now I have decided with myself that i do not love anyone as of the current moment, excluding my family, that is a different kind of love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point of this is that I have a very impulsive soul and i tend to over emphazise my emotions (just to let you know I am a horrible speller =) so having said that i just want to feel like I got something off my chest. I think i did this because rethinking and re-reading what I wrote previous made me think over if my emotions where that strong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and then this all leads to my neccesity to be able to detach very easily from people, most importantly women. Because my emotions, especially those of love and lust are so irratic I have to be able to detach. I do get very attached very easily, although for the most part I don't display any of it, at least I try not to, I don't know why. I am lost now and can't remeber if there was another point I was going to....(excuss excessive grammer and spelling errors I am writing directly into the post thing so I have no spell check and this is sort of just a impulsive writing moment and it was spur of the moment... oh well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-8808840316321556234?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8808840316321556234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=8808840316321556234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/8808840316321556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/8808840316321556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-my-head-again.html' title='In My Head Again'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-3747298853426042342</id><published>2008-05-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:43:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Head Again (ongoing series)</title><content type='html'>In my thoughts again, thinking over past events and reliving them in my head I always think how things could be different. The one thing I thought of again is the time that I was so very duped and confused lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment in my past in which an unnamed female was deeply involved in my life and I was glad for it. I loved talking with her, being with her and I loved everything about her, at least I thought I did. I even went as far as telling her I love her, which I normally don’t do because I have a raised distinction of love, I don’t even believe I have ever experienced love so I never usually say it to girls I’m involved with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas it seems that all my emotions were confused and jumbled because of my libido, that godforsaken appendage that hangs between my legs and leads me in directions and thoughts I would rather not go to, but given the chance I would still live with it then without it. It seems that with time I began to realize that I liked very little of this unnamed female, her laugh was annoying, her music sucked, she wasn’t that funny, she was even to goofy for me, and i began to realize why it was I “fell” for her in the first place. It was because she talked dirty to me. Yes, yes I had my dick confuse my emotions and I mistook love for lust. In time I realized the only reason I liked her was because she made me horny…. Such a sad time in my past and I hope I never fall for it again, but alas I believe that it will happen again…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. This new one, well relatively new; is it her personality I adore, her laugh, her smile, her humor, her general person that I am fond of and have fallen for. Or can it be that my brain is confused again, her rack, her caboose, her body; have I fallen for that, confused my emotions and I cannot distinguish whether it is her physical form I’m after or her soul and mind. Or her gaze, has she cast a veil over my reality and stunned my very thoughts with her eyes, her gaze has caught me, in a web, stuck, struggling, thinking of how it came to be, what had brought me to this point, this trance she has induced has snared me so….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like everything else in my life I am over thinking this situation. Maybe I do like some aspects of this new huntress whose caught me in her trap, or am I too delirious and dumb to realize that it maybe just a crush and simple little thing and not as much as I make it seem. I don’t know, I don’t understand my own emotions, I believe I understand my self but my emotions are on a whole different level of self realization. Well only time will tell and if time has been like it has in the past I will be thinking over again the events that have played out and how they could be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-3747298853426042342?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/3747298853426042342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=3747298853426042342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/3747298853426042342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/3747298853426042342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-my-head-again-ongoing-series.html' title='In my Head Again (ongoing series)'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-7505076836324889712</id><published>2008-05-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:17:28.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math and Language; This is My Opinion</title><content type='html'>(this is an expression of thought done in leisurely time with no second thought on double checking and revising, there is no need for that in my mind because I am not really publishing it and there is not need to have every grammatical error fixed and accounted for, just enjoy where this train of thought leads your brain athinkin and hope you have your own feeling of expressing your opinion. Good day and see you when I see you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a new thought has arrived in my head and needs further thought and a more critical thought that I believe can only be obtained in the process of writing. Now then since I have gone throughout my whole education as a gifted student and that in my high school I was in the school for advanced studies or as it is better known the SAS, I would have to assume that discussions in my classes between the students and the teachers were on higher levels then you would expect there to be in many normal classes; this being said in some of these discussions a full argument can occur by just stating something and having the students runt through the different justifications of the statement within their own head with no discussion between the two opposing persons with their individual statements. In my classes there were two teachers that both contented their subject was of the utmost importance, both being overzealous individuals of their particular subjects; these teachers seemed to live and thrive off of their respected subjects. One of these teachers was a man by the name of Leigh Clark, or as a student must address him Dr. Clark, which out of respect I will address him, he being an English teacher; the other teacher is a man by the name of Daniel Perez, or Mr. Perez, out of respect I will address him as such, he was a Mathematics teacher. Although my favorite subject is Mathematics and I rather enjoyed my class with Mr. Perez more then that of Dr. Clark I will try to make this argument with little or no personal opinion as possible and try to give as much evidence to support my claim as possible, but given that this is an argument it will be my opinion and as much as I would like to make it unbiased, there really is no unbiased argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the subject at hand is that in the course of the year it seemed that some student had sparked the discussion as to which subject was better, this student I have forgotten and who they are is insignificant for this argument. Now both of these teachers have stated that their subject is more important and that they both can prove it in their own terms. Now they both had brought up good points as to why their subject was better but their support and evidence I have either forgotten or in my own thought over the subject I have merged into my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin this discussion I must tell you that I am in agreement with my Mathematics teacher in that Math is more important but, I must in all fairness discuss thoroughly why I believe this and I feel that in order to do so I must first share the importance of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, well to better put it the subject must be clarified, although we are discussing English I cannot just have the subject so narrow as to one language so I will discuss language in itself. Language is what Dr. Clark defended as the most important aspect of life and the world, the most important subject. I do not doubt that language is a fundamental part of human society in fact without it we would have no society. Language necessity is vital to our existence. Language offers us humans the most basic need for proper and complex transference of information between one another. With it we can discuss the very abstract and the very simple. In its very broad sense it is simply the very way in which we relay information to one another. That is what language is, the ability for a people to communicate to each other in a coherent enough manner to relay information that is both miniscule and vital. Through language the complex and simple are very easily transferred from person to person, who of course, have to have close to the same amount of understanding of language or that particular language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again in all its glory language is simply a form of communication, in actuality it is communication; any form of communication can be interpreted as a form of language and thus here is the beginning of an argument that was brought up as to why Mathematics is a lesser subject. It was said that math cannot be explained without the use of language and the information obtained through mathematical principles cannot be conveyed without language and this I say is true. For us humans Mathematics can only be useful through Language and so it would seem that Language deserves top honor over Mathematics; but to me this is a mistake, it is only seen this way because the person who would make this argument is looking at Math through a limited scope. If English can be broadened out to Language and any form of communication can be interpreted as a language then how far are we to push the interpretation of what math encompasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me there is only one way to think of this, since language is so generalized then when bringing math into the discussion we cannot simply look at math as a subject in school or a part of an experiment but in its broadest sense. Math in itself is the very code of the universe, and in the classroom we only discuss certain aspects of the “code of the universe” such as algebra, physics, calculus and other subjects in mathematics. All these just help give us an understanding of the relation of gravity (if I knew how to write the math equation out for gravity and other laws in mathematics I would), objects, and other variables in our universe. Math in the sense as we know it in school is only the tip of the iceberg when trying to understand mathematics in its truest sense and math in the lab and in experiments are only there to gain a further understanding of the “code of the universe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mathematics goes beyond anything we can fathom, it is the very building blocks of everything that is in existence and ever will be. The math subjects we study are only the humans current understanding of what, why and how this happen in our universe. Math in the form of physics is how stars were born, how the galaxy was formed how the universe itself was formed, and how you yourself were formed. Just because we do no understand or can properly form our own interpretation as to why certain events happen doesn’t mean there isn’t some form of mathematical principle behind it. As one of my friends said, Jeff Gomez, there is no such thing as random, if you were to through a die in the air and the out come was to be “random,” there is a way to know what the outcome is exactly. If you were to freeze that die in air and calculate the velocity of the die, the air resistance, amount of force on impact with the ground, the exact level of the ground, take into account gravity and whatever forces are in existence you can calculate exactly what face that die was to land on, so in actuality there is no such thing as random, it is just so complex and difficult to take into account all of those variables that we just label it, through the use of language, as “random.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to finish my argument, language is a necessity to us humans and any other form of life in order to build a society or any other complex way of life. Language is there for our communication need and is necessary, but even without language and without humans math is still there and is still necessary. The “code of the universe” is what rules over everything, it is the reason the earth orbits the sun, the moon orbits the earth, why your feet stay planted on the ground, and how you are in existence, math is not a subject alone it is the great how, how the universe works and how this whole plane of existence we are on thrives and continues on its path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-7505076836324889712?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/7505076836324889712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=7505076836324889712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/7505076836324889712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/7505076836324889712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/math-and-language-this-is-my-opinion.html' title='Math and Language; This is My Opinion'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-1659479498307908779</id><published>2008-05-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:25:21.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite up to the Challenge</title><content type='html'>This is my log for my own sleep deprivation experiment, i didn't stay up for nearly as long as i wanted to but for the first attempt i think i did pretty well. I will try again later and hopefully i can stay up longer and get better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiment lasted roughly 28 hours. So i was awake for 28 hours straight. Right now i am running on 3 hours of sleep. So in the past 34 to 36 hours i have been asleep for 3 of those hours. I feel asleep at the 28 hour mark and after three hours i woke up again and haven't fell back to sleep. But the time rested in those 3 hours has made my experiment invalid so i must stop the experiment and wait alittle to fully recover and begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep deprivation log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: okay so this is my first day in my own sleep deprivation experiment. Well actually I have been awake for about 10 to 12 hours already and have decided that I will now begin my experiment. There are no major motor function disruptions yet and there are no hallucinations, although that occurs after 3 or 4 days of sleep deprivation so there would be little chance that I would experience that. I am having some trouble typing but I think that is because I don’t type often. So now lets see where this take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I have really done nothing in the day except I cleaned around the house a little I watched the NBA playoff game and I made cookies… they tasted pretty goooood.&lt;br /&gt;(time was roughly 1:30 a.m. sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will test myself for my cognitive ability by playing the game text twist which is a game that tests vocabulary. So my average score now is 4980 at time 2:00 a.m. out of five games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reporting in, it is the hour 16, assuming, that I have been in this experiment. I know Jeff has told me to do a video log because of loss of motor skills and such but I only plan to do 4 days. I don’t feel like pushing it to the limit anytime soon, the only reason I am doing this is to experience the hallucinations. I think I will be doing more damage to my body and brain then taking a hallucinogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo game test score at 16 hours. Average score of 5: 3224; I seem to already be dropping. Oh well lets see if the trend continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing on hour 20 or so I begin to think that maybe hallucinations caused by lack of sleep are somehow related to the need to dream. Maybe the dream center of the brain, our memories and whatever else consist of making a dream a dream are overactive in conscious person who does not allow them to release or relax, whatever be the case. If we try to deprive ourselves of sleep maybe those centers of our brain demand that they have their time so the visions we would normally see in a dream we would see when we are awake and we would call these abstractions and flutters of reality hallucinations….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I am, what I have to believe is my second day, well I’m just starting it. By my own estimations I have been awake for 24 hours. Thought is alittle slowed but my motor skills don’t seemed impaired. Typing is still really easy although there is numbness and slight “tingly” feeling in my arms. I cannot lay down because I begin to drift in and out. I have to either be sitting or standing and remaining active. If I begin to slow my pace I feel like sleeping. I have already reached the point where I want to stop and then sleep for a good 2 to 3 hours or more. I am trying to fight it but I don’t know how much longer I can sustain this experiment. I know I can go at least another 12 hours. I have a very unusual hunger pain. It is almost a sleepy hunger. As I feel hungry I feel sleepy but when I put something in my gut, even something small like a banana I feel more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo game test score at 24 hour. (YGT 24) 1812.my vision tilted while playing the game so I think the sleep deprivation is really starting to effect me. It just occurred to me that some of the levels of the game are not scored the same or have the same amount of points possible so a control test is necessary after I get a good amount of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour 28, it seems that I do not have the will to do this experiment, I think I need to build my self up to 4 days in time. I have never before attempted to stay awake for longer then 18 hours and I beat that by 10 hours. I say its over because I just woke up from a sleep I just toke. I fell asleep about an hour or 2 ago and so by my estimation I was most likely awake for 26 to 28 hours.&lt;br /&gt; I only experienced numbness in my muscles and a loss of clear thought. Hopefully when I try this again I can stay up a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-1659479498307908779?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/1659479498307908779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=1659479498307908779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/1659479498307908779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/1659479498307908779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-quite-up-to-challenge.html' title='Not Quite up to the Challenge'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-9218937595670926112</id><published>2008-05-21T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:04:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Brass Medal</title><content type='html'>Staring at that burned brass medal, my memories pour out of my mind, my heart lifts and my eyes tears. Those people I shared my life with, they are my friends, they are my peers, they are my companions, and they are those who I care about. My eyes stream with the emotions I feel for them. If I was given the choice to ruin my life in order to ensure that they would be successful and happy, I would without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder as this weight is in my hand if I will maintain these bonds, these friends. Making them laugh, seeing them smile, and sharing moments with them all; will I continue to do this? I will try will all my heart but my own nature seems to detour me from that. I am by my own convictions a lonely soul and happy and content with that, but the joy that I feel with them, with my peers is so fulfilling and so overwhelming that I would try to change my nature and shift my priorities in order to try to spend some of my moments with them.&lt;br /&gt;My friends will be gone soon, beyond a reasonable physical reach. But the time that I have left I hope I am able to spend with them, even if it is a little. Although I call these people my friends and my bonds in this life, I know they are not close to me. I know that I am not always a part of their group and the one I was closet with is already gone. But I hope that I will be with them.&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to think of this, but the memories it recalls also makes me relive the joys already felt with them and makes all the sadness worth it.&lt;br /&gt;There are those I could call brother and there are those who I could call sister and I would believe they would know who they are. Maybe not. By my own nature I wouldn’t let it show as much as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;Placing the medal on the table I know that things will change but change isn’t always bad but the outcome will have to be adjusted to or it will be bad. These bonds I have I hope will sustain for the rest of my life but if not then I would cherish even the smallest moment longer with those bonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-9218937595670926112?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/9218937595670926112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=9218937595670926112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/9218937595670926112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/9218937595670926112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/burned-brass-medal.html' title='Burned Brass Medal'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-1106529479585264940</id><published>2008-05-13T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:20:28.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Being a Father and Other Things</title><content type='html'>Taking a shower always seems to stimulate my own mental conversations. I call them my moments of philosophical thought, this also occurs when I’m sitting on the toilet, laying down somewhere outside with a nice breeze and the most annoying is right when I’m about to go to sleep. Although this thought was stimulated by the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be a father, I don’t know if that is unusual for a guy to think about but I don’t think its as uncommon as I believe. I just have always wanted to take care of a little one of my own, teach them everything I know, make them better then me in every way. I don’t have that complex that dads feel they need to be better then their children, I want to strive to make my child better then me. I wish that they will pick up my passion for drawing and so I can teach them techniques I learned and they will become better and reach my level at a younger age then me.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have thought of this scenario, I know that most children who have something forced on them they don’t like it, such as a sport or drawing. I want to kind of trick my kid into liking drawing. I want to draw constantly when I’m around them, draw portraits of them and of their mother, hopefully then I can inspire my child to pick up a pencil or brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the case of gender of my child, I actually prefer to have a daughter. I have always had a closer relationship with my sisters then I have had with my brothers and I would love to have that daughter father relationship. Plus as a bonus I want to be that dad that is very intimidating and in some cases beat up the guy that hurt my little girl. I know there is the whole phase that girls go through in their teenage years and hopefully I know the proper way to deal with it, learning from what my sisters have done and what my parents have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a father is just about one of the most exciting aspects that I look forward to in my future. I have had constant dreams and fantasies about having kids with girls that I am very attracted to. Usually I only think about that if I like a girl beyond the physical element of her, and in these cases having children and being married is the fantasy that comes first and often persists before there are any sexual fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having discussed that there is something that I have to work on. I have trouble asking girls out. I know I can do it but I just can’t. I rarely try, but when I do I usually get a pretty decent relationship out of it. I just always find a reason not to go out with a girl, I get the courage up to ask her out and then something pops up, either something she does or something that pops into my head and I just stop in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights. I have a tendency to over think things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now I would say there is only one girl in my life that I feel like marring and having kids with, again the action had occurred that has stopped me from asking her out and seeing where the relationship goes. I don’t know if I should put her name down because I still have a weird sense of something or other (lost my train of thought).  Well as I get the courage to write her name down I write alittle more. There were three girls that I felt like having kids and a long relationship with, but there were things that came up. First off one of the girls is idolized by one of my friends and they are currently going out so I don’t think of her in that way anymore-I am very good at detaching myself from emotions. The second girl reminds me to much of my family; add on to that she has my last name so that cuts the thought right now. Oh there is one other girl that I think was the first girl I felt that I could have had a long relationship and fathered some kids, but I haven’t seen her in over four years so I have no idea how I feel about her now. So the last girl, the one I will reveal the name of at the end; the first thing that came up to stop me from asking her out was that she was dating someone, then I fell for her again but then I found out that she smoked out and wanted to continue on a regular basis, I am a very strong advocate of no smoking and excessively drinking, so there again I stop thinking of her as a mother of my potential children, then again I fell for her- I think she has magical powers. Then the thought kind of quieted but didn’t go away when she went out with another guy, and as of now I don’t think she’s dating anyone but then again I think she is, oh well, so again I do feel like I could have a long lasting relationship with her and father some children with her, but more then likely I won’t do a damn thing about it…. God I’m such a loser, so I guess there is no point about hiding her identity since I most likely won’t do anything about it. Her name is Brittney; I like her a lot, well I think I do, see there goes the over thinking again, well she is pretty, she is smart, she is weird, she does some pretty weird things that are very funny, I love her eyes-although they creep me out sometimes, she has a pretty nice body-although she doesn’t think so but I do, but for the most part there is this unexplainable thing about her in general that I love, I can’t pinpoint it, maybe because I can’t, I probably like everything about her and don’t realize it. I don’t know but she is lovely and I don’t think I have a shot with her, but for now I love being her friend and if that is the best relationship I can have with her then I will accept it with open arms. Well now, I wonder if she’ll ever read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-1106529479585264940?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/1106529479585264940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=1106529479585264940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/1106529479585264940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/1106529479585264940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-being-father-and-other-things.html' title='Me Being a Father and Other Things'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-6258860455984022508</id><published>2008-05-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:23:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin this is for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say that my window into that world was opened by you&lt;br /&gt;Having those new opportunities making new friends&lt;br /&gt;But you, my friend, you will be missed&lt;br /&gt;Not just by me but by almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;The impact is felt by everyone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew you, shit everyone could hear you&lt;br /&gt;Your laugh could hit a buildings resonance frequency&lt;br /&gt;You were like me and that’s why we were friends&lt;br /&gt;That childish humor and joy was our common&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think our after school talks were every of any deep meaning&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember them now but they are there&lt;br /&gt;In my memory you will always be a close friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Your not dying so there’s no need to sound like a eulogy&lt;br /&gt;I will see you again, you a doctor of some sort, me some kind of drifter&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty sad that you’re going but I’m glad you’re doing what you want&lt;br /&gt;Most people are sad, but you’re not going to be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;Now Kevin this is dedicated to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cackling Beast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carving my own path in these tunnels&lt;br /&gt;The light shown by some cackling beast&lt;br /&gt;This stranger of huge size and proportion&lt;br /&gt;There was no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;A good joke and a child’s humor was this beasts feast&lt;br /&gt;He showed me new paths in the tunnels&lt;br /&gt;He became a close companion&lt;br /&gt;That cackle was always blasting and rumbling&lt;br /&gt;Even in the most serious situations that he is pit&lt;br /&gt;Now as our paths are coming to a split&lt;br /&gt;The beast is reassuring no sign of crumbling&lt;br /&gt;I know the paths meet again&lt;br /&gt;This beast proud and strong&lt;br /&gt;Its shadow begins to cast long&lt;br /&gt;Even if the years reach one thousand and ten&lt;br /&gt;He will exist in thoughts till the tunnels meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all you Kevin have a great time in the Philippines and become what you want to be and get as many Korean girls as you want…. Ha ha. Cackle on you strange beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-6258860455984022508?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/6258860455984022508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=6258860455984022508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6258860455984022508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/6258860455984022508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/kevin-this-is-for-you.html' title='Kevin this is for You'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-8883866434980828945</id><published>2008-03-23T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:37:26.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Came First, That is the Answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The chicken came first&lt;/strong&gt;. The age old question has perplexed many over the years and may even confuse and confound you now! But I will explain to you, in as short as a paragraph, as to why it is the chicken that came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evolutionary process, small mutations occur and if those mutations are beneficial to the species then that animal survives, procreates and spreads its mutation, which is now considered an adaptation. Over time if a species goes through more and more mutations, if more and more adaptations occur within one part of the species then a new species is eventually developed; the changes are so great that the two of the same species can no longer reproduce with each other and are now considered two distinct species. This is the evolutionary process. Now consider the animal that came before the chicken. It must have been a type of bird but it was missing one thing that would not have made it a “chicken,” I will assume now that it was either the size of the beak, the color of the feathers or the size and shape of the feathers. It may have also been the size and make of the egg. In any case once that mutation occurred, the bird that was born would be considered close enough to a chicken that we can call it a chicken. The egg it hatched out from would still be the egg of the previous bird, but the mutated bird that hatched out would be considered a chicken. Whatever adaptation it was, the egg, feathers or beak, it must have had a very distinctive advantage in the survival. (I will not exclude a human role in this; if humans were to be able to more easily catch this new type of bird, “chicken,” and were able to breed it, and then the adaptation would survive that way) So then as that one new chicken spread its mutation around, the chickens now begin to lay eggs which we can consider chicken eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that was a long paragraph I still believe I relayed my idea in a rational and logical manner that should be very convincing to most people, although I have to include that it is currently 3:28 a.m. right now and I may have some of the logic in a disarray because of that, but I still think the argument is solid. Now if you disagree write in a comment of your disagreement and your reasoning as to why I am wrong and then we can discuss it further. As for now I’m off to dreamland and hoping that it comes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-8883866434980828945?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/8883866434980828945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=8883866434980828945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/8883866434980828945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/8883866434980828945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicken-came-first-that-is-answer.html' title='The Chicken Came First, That is the Answer!'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571140905106125122.post-2633672782150471952</id><published>2008-03-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:47:54.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of the Argument</title><content type='html'>Arguing is probably one of my favorite things to do. The time passes quickly, your blood can be boiling, cold as ice, or as calm as any other day. Yes there are those who do not know how to argue and through there usual assumption of what arguing is they dislike it and turn away from it at every opportunity. These people I don’t admire, they have yet to see the light of the brilliant argument. The ultimate form of discussing two opposing ideals with all and every idea or fact one knows and can logically and rationally put together in a reasonable fashion to make a coherent argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the flaws and the reason why most people don’t like to argue is, of course, that they get their emotions to close to what they are discussing. In these “heated arguments” people are no longer thinking logically and rationally-which is what I love about arguing-and they bring irrelevant facts and ideas to coincide with their argument, most cases it follows shortly by raising of voices and in some cases by physical out lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been my belief that as soon as someone in an argument begins to yell out of no need for it they have lost the argument. This is because they have allowed themselves to get to emotionally attached to their argument and what they are defending that the gateway to irrationality and ill logic is open. The only reason one would need to raise his or her voice is because their opponent has raised their voice, even then the argument-discussion should end quickly before the emotional involvement gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In discussing argument so far it may seem to you, as well as it seems to me, that I am talking of a debate. I do not like debates though, they are too formal and not in accordance to human nature; the argument I love is that between two people in a normal setting, either they were just relaxing or “hanging out” and then the argument came up or just they meet to argue in some private or public setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to the argument is the discussion of two people who agree on the topic that is being discussed. In an argument the same topic is being discussed but with two opposing ideas, in an “agreement discussion” the topic is agreed on by both parties and it’s just a feeding of the ego or building of the support of the idea behind the topic. I still do like being in agreement discussions; it is just that it always usually follows that same pattern. One person takes control of the discussion and the others agree, saying yes and nodding to the ideas, sometimes bringing up minor support to the main idea of the discussion but otherwise leaving one with the main control of the discussion. This is rather bland but it still has its’ upside so I do partake in it whenever I feel like it or when I come across it. So when you see yourself in a future agreement discussion make sure to pass the control of the argument along to the other(s) in the discussion, although sometimes the other person(s) may not have as much knowledge on the subject that you have so the control will eventually come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time arguing is pointless is when your opponent has irrationality and ill reasoning and cannot bring proper discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have said that other subjects that I argue are pointless but I disagree. Such as religion, it has been told to me that I will never get anywhere when I argue religion, I will go in circles. This is true, you will never be able to convince someone of your ideas when you are discussing religion but then again that shouldn’t really be what you are going for in the first place when you are arguing. To me arguing is not a matter of convincing someone that your ideas are better then theirs, rather it is a way of getting the ideas you both know and share them with each other and upon reflection you make your decision on who’s side you wish to lean on. It could be that your opponent agrees with you or he or she would sustain their ideas, or that you change you mind to their ideas or you stay with you ideas. It is just a matter of getting the ideas out, and that is what is so intriguing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of arguing you can figure out how people think and why they think the way they do. The “why they think the way they do” is easy because they are stating blunting the reasons why they agree with their ideas through what they bring up in the argument and how they interrelate it to their side of the argument. It is that “how” they string their ideas together that I am most interested in. How they link their facts and their ideas to make their argument in the discussion, is what is so fascinating. It gives me insight as to how they think and how their mind works. I can see how much knowledge they have on the subject, what they are missing on the subject (if I know more then they do) and in what ways they rationalize their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This understanding of another fellow human beings’ mind is what makes me so passionately for the argument. The connection you can get with someone else through a rational, logical and reasonable argument is subtle but if it is understood then it is a great and very pleasing sensation. Always at the end of the discussion there should be a handshake or a sign that you both understand each others ideas, whether or not you or they have agreed with each other as to who is “right.” It was a friendly bout of the mind and it made both of you the better for it. That is the true beauty of the argument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571140905106125122-2633672782150471952?l=andythescribbler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/feeds/2633672782150471952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571140905106125122&amp;postID=2633672782150471952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/2633672782150471952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571140905106125122/posts/default/2633672782150471952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andythescribbler.blogspot.com/2008/03/arguing-is-probably-one-of-my-favorite.html' title='The Beauty of the Argument'/><author><name>Andy the Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11986266590908377490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
