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Rambling!

Everybody’s got a baby kangaroo, mine is pink but yours is blue…
Oh, wait, that’s not mai line!

I thought it’d be nice to post something here, because you know, with nobody reading, it’s almost like talking to myself. This is definitely regarded as a mistake, in most cases. But this time it’s actually quite a good thing, because nobody knows that I’m doing it, and that way nobody can think me insane. But I still get to talk allot, to myself, that is.

It all works out for the best, I think. Lovely irony, that I’m telling myself about talking to myself right now. Whatever will I do should somebody actually read this?

 “Ask your doctor about suicide!” Yeah, you won’t get that, because it’s an inside thing, and I’m not inside. =D

This is a profound question, one question to which I don’t yet have a definitive answer.
I know the virtues and vexes of it. I know the words that define it, the emotions that help hold it together. For the words of wiser men tell me those.
But what is love? In a pure sense.

1 John 4:16
“God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them”

1 Corinthians 13:4 - 13:13
“Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered, or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes for all things, and endures all things.
Love never ends. But if there are prophecies, they will be set aside; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be set aside. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part, but when what is perfect comes, the partial will be set aside. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became an adult, I set aside childish ways. For now we see in a mirror indirectly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know in part, then I will know fully. Just as I have been fully known. And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. But the greatest of these is Love.”

So, I know all about love, how it is a choice, and dicision, a feeling, something you do, want, need, contain and yet outbreak in. An action, pertaining with a great desire to help somebody. It is done selflessly, but returns the greatest rewards.

This is all I know of it, having never been able to recognize it for myself.
That is my problem.

Yes, it comes again.

The carrying of wood, the burning of hands, the making of wishes based off others demands. The constant degrading of brain cells at least, gives me some comfort that one day I’ll be, a little less badgered and a little less fleat, and that some day, yes one day, I’ll be at peace. When those cells start to die, and those tears I do cry, they’ll be tears of joy, and no, not a ploy, joy. Yes, this I say to whoever’s ahoy. This dares to annoy. But afterall, I’m just a boy.

Back to the point, for I’m wearing it thin. Joy was the point, yes I do think I win.

Joy, Joy, Joy…
Joy to get away, from the parils of day. Joy to dissapear and not worry all year. Joy, yes Joy. When I finally stare blankly at whatevers above, when I do close my eyes to never wake up, Joy will be the feeling I feel, yes Joy. When I look at the light and just cover my eyes, lay down and wait and ignore that I’m late. I wear no disguise, I have nothing to hide, for though the light digs into my soul, I know not to worry, nor fret. For the light is that last thing to which I am in debt.

What if I do nothing, just sit there forever, never to be judged, never condemned. Do you think that’s allowed? And not shunned or thought rude? To be silent, still, and never grow ill. Lean on patience as ever for there is such a paril as judgement afoot on that last ledge of forever.

This has been Random Rambling by Isaac Hall. Tune in next time to hear… “Everybody’s got a baby kangaroo, mine is pink but yours is blue…”

Well, another of my three elder sisters has gone off on her own…Well, not exactly.

Naomi went to Haiti, on a missions trip; She was not alone, albeit without all-that numerous companions, she did have a few. My aunt and cousin being two of them.

We will miss her, until she returns, and when she does there shall be great rejoicing and we shall slaughter the suckling pig.

Oh yea, I forgot to mention the gnashing of teeth, there will be some of that aswell.

Is absolutely awesome! I am soon to be upgraded to “Son, Brother, Uncle.”!

Go go Catie have-a-kid.

I don’t have the slightest clue what various terms and ancient word relations ‘Halloween’ comes from, but I have decided that it is an entirely useless and ugly expletive. “Ooh, shiny pumpkins and trashy candy, my favorite!”. Imagine, for an instance, if you had absolutely no idea what Halloween was, how incredibly ridiculous that it would sound?

I happen to be a firm believer in the “Lets get rid of the stupid ones!” doctrine, which apparantly applies to holidays as well as people, and may be thrust upon many other unmentioned catagories here soon! Some day, when we finally all figure out how maliciously we are destroying the brains of our decsendants, maybe we will stop. I just pray that we realize that before “we” consists of our brainless decsendants, because I fear that the brainless are without thought, and thus not particularly equipped to realize anything.

This has been an episode of Random Rambling by Isaac Hall, tune in next post to read more thaughtful garble!

I am limited by my limitless choices. I am getting to the age where, through implied social activity, I am in need of currency. In order to get the said currency, I must work, and this is where my problem arrives, hurling itself upon my comfortable young life and completely disgruntling it.What am I to do? To live life for the sake of getting more things to live life better and get more things is such a vicious cycle. To live life for the sake of living life, although probably more conveniant and fun, would possibly damage other people, I can’t do that by choice, and besides it certainly would not be a comfortable life. So I need to find a middle-ground, I don’t want to live in the persuit of riches, and never have time to spend them, nor do I want to live lazily and have no riches to spend, although more time.

So what do I do, still? I live, work, eat, sleep, and spend as much of my free time as possible with the people that I care about most.

This of course is a complete misrepresentation of the real world, things cannot be expected to work out perfectly for an indefinate amount of time, but we strive to impose our idealist views of a perfect life upon others as much as possible, whether for pride or sanities sake, I know not.
Cynics would lead me to believe it to be for pride. The rest of the world sits quietly in its corner and ignores my other remarks. There is a strong case for cynicism, and no case for sanity, upon the small percentile of the population that I have had the inverted priviledge to be forced upon.

Oh, no, don’t get me wrong, I am not depressed, in fact I’m happier than ever, with the introduction of a few very important people into my life. But I refuse to not think about the things that bother me, I refuse to be a mindless lump of suburbial tissue on the surface of a planet that was built for intelligences gain.
I will bleed out my mind until everythings fine.

A vampire is a mythical creature(Or so they have convinced the public) that drinks the nector of our bodies, our blood. That is what it thrives upon, human blood. Vampires are notorious for having no image in a mirror, and enjoy being concealed.
They are immortal, or so is used the word. This means that they will not die of natural causes, they must be killed to be rid of. And that’s quite a task!

I write all of this, because I turn 16 this saturday, and yet I still feel young and vibrant!(Oh it is quite wonderful, to be so old but yet so young!) Yes, I did say 16, I know it’s amazing to have lived this long! I would bow to those reading, accepting their applaud and awe at my obvious clever intelligence, wearing the medal of age as proof of my wisdom, but alas I am sitting down, writing this, and you who are reading are not in view!

Well, here I am, after quite a while of building and putting together my entirely amature site, I’m starting to realize that I don’t really care at all about video games…

I used to play them allot, but lately I’ve become less-and-less interested in them, and though I’ve spent a lot of time getting this site running, I’m thinking of changing the topic altogether, but I don’t know what to.

I built the site mostly out of need for something to do, now that I’m almost entirely done with it, I don’t want it. If I had a topic that I was mildy interested in, I might change it to that, but at the moment books are the only serious entertainment I enjoy. I listen to music, talk to friends, and lay around, during most of my free time. So, what kind of website could I make based around books/laying around? Not much, I think.
I’ll give it some more thought before I do anything about it, though.

So, there you are…crawling slowly towards the gate, down a narrow crevice. You know there is two guards behind you, and one infront, you continue, looking constantly over your shoulder to make sure those guards havn’t noticed you.

As you near the end of the crevice, you hear a slight “Click” and feel a tearing pain in your chest, your heart races, and you look forward to see the guard that was ahead of you, his silenced weapons barrel staring menacingly at you. You fall to the ground, and the last thing you remember is your drill sargeant saying “Those who look over their shoulder die from the front.”.

 I say, heed that advice better next time you hit the reset button.