...something that will have to pass before I can attempt to give blood again!
I tried to today, but my iron was too low even after multiple pricks to the finger.
How unfortunate that I won't be able to save a life.
In other news, I'm getting a fucking house!
I am so excited. I finalized it with my parents. Me and the other tenants are filling out all the paperwork and getting our money together for the deposit.
SWEEEEEEEET!
P.S.
I hate how people try to sound so intelligent and philosophical in their.... opinion sharing. Using fancy words and obscure quotes does not make me think you're more credible! Here's my fancy quote:
"if you gonna rap about it be trill about it / and dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it"
-Lil Scrappy
1.22.2008
1.21.2008
Visitors
This weekend was a celebration of time, a.k.a. Andrew's birthday. We had a lot of visitors and I am glad to have met all four of them. They were all very enjoyable. I decided to make this post less dull, I will add some pictures I took. I am still trying to figure out how to use this camera to its full potential. I used the Panasonic FZ50 that I got for Christmas.
Geez Louise, it's taking a lot of time to upload these pictures to Photobucket.
It cracks me up to overuse the word time in my posts if you haven't figured that out.
P.S. Some of these aren't from this weekend. Too fuckin' bad.
If you have any tips on how to improve any of these, that would be good.
Geez Louise, it's taking a lot of time to upload these pictures to Photobucket.
It cracks me up to overuse the word time in my posts if you haven't figured that out.
P.S. Some of these aren't from this weekend. Too fuckin' bad.
If you have any tips on how to improve any of these, that would be good.
It's About Time
...that everyone realizes that my name is spelled N-I-C-K-Y.
I don't take offense to misspellings because I realize how many ways there are to spell it.
Eh, I suppose as long as nobody ever whips out the "N-I-C-C-I" shit again I might live.
Honestly, who the fuck spells their name that way? Wouldn't that be pronounced as Nee-Chee anyway? Some people...
I don't take offense to misspellings because I realize how many ways there are to spell it.
Eh, I suppose as long as nobody ever whips out the "N-I-C-C-I" shit again I might live.
Honestly, who the fuck spells their name that way? Wouldn't that be pronounced as Nee-Chee anyway? Some people...
1.17.2008
What is time?
What a generic title for a blog, but what can I say?
Anyway.
I suppose my idea of time, or what time is to me, rather, would be that it is only a guideline that people use to regiment their lives and to decide what they can and cannot do, when they can or cannot do it, and why they can or cannot do it. I find myself doing the aforementioned-- using the minutes on the clock, made up for the sake of organization, I assume-- to do what I wish to do and to find ways to get around doing those things that I do not want to do. That could be convenient, I can use it to wiggle my way out of doing certain chores around my house-- "Hey Mom, I don't have time to vacuum today because I have work in three hours and I have to eat, shower, and drive there." We all know damn well I could vacuum if I really needed to slash wanted to, but I calculated the amount of time I had, thought of ways to fill it up, and then did those tasks at my leisure to get out of something else.
Hell yeah.
Another thing about time. I was reading Einstein's Dreams, which I purchased for this class, and found a specific section very interesting and extremely relevant. Overall, the book so far seems to be explaining exaggerated characteristics of time... sort of using certain paradigms of time perception and use. The one that stuck out particularly, though, is "24 April, 1905" in which there are two times, mechanical time and body time. I suggest reading it for a better understanding, but to me, this concept seemed not at all like a dream and very much like reality.
I could go on about time, as it is a huge topic, but I am getting bored of typing on this horrible Mac. Which is taking a lot of time. Man, I could spend tons of time telling you how much I hate Macs, but I don't want to waste your time. Welp, time to go find a picture of time!
...Sorry.
[EDIT]
I got a sudden uh, lightbulb in my head or whatever. This acoustic musical artist from Chantilly, Abigail Kiser, has a line from a poem that she recorded on her CD, that I really like. It's not really deep or anything.
"What are words but a mute man's frustration,
What is time but an aging man's justification,
And what is love? Baby it's a generalization."
I really like that whole stanza. That specific line also reminds me of another story in Einstein's dreams in which everyone tries to live as far away from the Earth's core as possible in order to avoid aging as quickly.
Anyway.
I suppose my idea of time, or what time is to me, rather, would be that it is only a guideline that people use to regiment their lives and to decide what they can and cannot do, when they can or cannot do it, and why they can or cannot do it. I find myself doing the aforementioned-- using the minutes on the clock, made up for the sake of organization, I assume-- to do what I wish to do and to find ways to get around doing those things that I do not want to do. That could be convenient, I can use it to wiggle my way out of doing certain chores around my house-- "Hey Mom, I don't have time to vacuum today because I have work in three hours and I have to eat, shower, and drive there." We all know damn well I could vacuum if I really needed to slash wanted to, but I calculated the amount of time I had, thought of ways to fill it up, and then did those tasks at my leisure to get out of something else.
Hell yeah.
Another thing about time. I was reading Einstein's Dreams, which I purchased for this class, and found a specific section very interesting and extremely relevant. Overall, the book so far seems to be explaining exaggerated characteristics of time... sort of using certain paradigms of time perception and use. The one that stuck out particularly, though, is "24 April, 1905" in which there are two times, mechanical time and body time. I suggest reading it for a better understanding, but to me, this concept seemed not at all like a dream and very much like reality.
I could go on about time, as it is a huge topic, but I am getting bored of typing on this horrible Mac. Which is taking a lot of time. Man, I could spend tons of time telling you how much I hate Macs, but I don't want to waste your time. Welp, time to go find a picture of time!
...Sorry.
[EDIT]
I got a sudden uh, lightbulb in my head or whatever. This acoustic musical artist from Chantilly, Abigail Kiser, has a line from a poem that she recorded on her CD, that I really like. It's not really deep or anything.
"What are words but a mute man's frustration,
What is time but an aging man's justification,
And what is love? Baby it's a generalization."
I really like that whole stanza. That specific line also reminds me of another story in Einstein's dreams in which everyone tries to live as far away from the Earth's core as possible in order to avoid aging as quickly.
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