A whole blogfull, none the less.
Right now I am quite tired, I have just finished having a really good idea sesh with my Dad in which I wrote the plan for my sickest creative writing piece. My dad often helps me loads with schoolwork, in stark constast to his claims that he isn't that academically talented. I get the impression that he wasn't satisfied with the amount he stretched himself at school, but that if he went back he could achieve some stupidly good grades and be an accountant. Frankly, I couldn't care less if my dad was an accountant or not, I love him very much and think that it's cool that he helps save people's lives every day.
On the topic of creative writing, I have resolved to do more of it, whilst realising that being good at expressing a concept in writing is a very different skill from being able to think of plots and stuff. Henceforth, I shall be commencing the procces of the occasional creative writing piece - their existence will not be brought to light on facebook, nor will they promise (or even attempt) to entertain, engage or enthrall the reader. They may well be interesting and surreal, but they're more just a way to ammuse and grow myself.
Although I have had great fortune and success in completing Miss Davis' plan, I have had no such luck with my Applied I.T coursework, and I'm not going to do it, becuase it's in for tommorow and it's a lost cause. Even the extended 'I won't mark this thing' deadline is out of the question, because I'm spending all weekend at some nang Christian leadership conference where there is plenty of awesome, but no free time. Truth is, I could have done it, but I couldn't be bothered - in the short term, that is. Of course I planned to do it in all sincerity, but even with hours to go on the day before, somehow desire gets the better of reason once again and all I have to show for two hours is half a Princess Bride (awesome film) cubeecraft that failed to print.
This gets me back to that tired old topic (or topics) of ours: Dilligence and Direction (yes, capitals on improper nouns. It's a colloquial setting - what you gonna do?)
Here's the deal - I am bad at working hard. I work hard at trying to try, but that doesn't make any sense, and I just end up not doing the work. Here's the other deal: What with being one of those 'God follower' types, I see the will of God as the only thing worth persuing in life. I'm aware that this sounds silly, but so do a lot of the wonderful things that I believe, to the people that don't believe them. Besides, when you're dead, what will you have to show for anything you did on earth? And if there's no afterlife, what's the point of doing anything?
Anyways, enough of this philosophy. The deal is that if I can figure the will of God for my life, or whatever misconception you may perceive that to be, I will be well fulfilled, I guarantee. Maybe not financially or in terms of the material, but I've seen enough happy Christians who've given everything up for God to believe this idea that true happiness can only come from the 'life to the full' you get from serving God. Thus, if I pray into God revealing his plans to me, I can start / stop doing anything applicable, and have more good. Those are my thoughts.
P.S to any of you peeps out there that are worried this blog's going to deteriorate into some kind of online evangelical thing thingy, I'm not planning on sharing some theology every post, I'm just reflecting my thoughts as they occur to me, as opposed to being some people pleasing post pusher who only writes what seems cool. However, the history of this blog makes me think that anyone who was here for things that seem cool would have crawled long ago from this psychadelic froth of foam darts, nonsensical musings and video game obsession.
Also, tommorow is national kazoo day. : D
Right now I am quite tired, I have just finished having a really good idea sesh with my Dad in which I wrote the plan for my sickest creative writing piece. My dad often helps me loads with schoolwork, in stark constast to his claims that he isn't that academically talented. I get the impression that he wasn't satisfied with the amount he stretched himself at school, but that if he went back he could achieve some stupidly good grades and be an accountant. Frankly, I couldn't care less if my dad was an accountant or not, I love him very much and think that it's cool that he helps save people's lives every day.
On the topic of creative writing, I have resolved to do more of it, whilst realising that being good at expressing a concept in writing is a very different skill from being able to think of plots and stuff. Henceforth, I shall be commencing the procces of the occasional creative writing piece - their existence will not be brought to light on facebook, nor will they promise (or even attempt) to entertain, engage or enthrall the reader. They may well be interesting and surreal, but they're more just a way to ammuse and grow myself.
Although I have had great fortune and success in completing Miss Davis' plan, I have had no such luck with my Applied I.T coursework, and I'm not going to do it, becuase it's in for tommorow and it's a lost cause. Even the extended 'I won't mark this thing' deadline is out of the question, because I'm spending all weekend at some nang Christian leadership conference where there is plenty of awesome, but no free time. Truth is, I could have done it, but I couldn't be bothered - in the short term, that is. Of course I planned to do it in all sincerity, but even with hours to go on the day before, somehow desire gets the better of reason once again and all I have to show for two hours is half a Princess Bride (awesome film) cubeecraft that failed to print.
This gets me back to that tired old topic (or topics) of ours: Dilligence and Direction (yes, capitals on improper nouns. It's a colloquial setting - what you gonna do?)
Here's the deal - I am bad at working hard. I work hard at trying to try, but that doesn't make any sense, and I just end up not doing the work. Here's the other deal: What with being one of those 'God follower' types, I see the will of God as the only thing worth persuing in life. I'm aware that this sounds silly, but so do a lot of the wonderful things that I believe, to the people that don't believe them. Besides, when you're dead, what will you have to show for anything you did on earth? And if there's no afterlife, what's the point of doing anything?
Anyways, enough of this philosophy. The deal is that if I can figure the will of God for my life, or whatever misconception you may perceive that to be, I will be well fulfilled, I guarantee. Maybe not financially or in terms of the material, but I've seen enough happy Christians who've given everything up for God to believe this idea that true happiness can only come from the 'life to the full' you get from serving God. Thus, if I pray into God revealing his plans to me, I can start / stop doing anything applicable, and have more good. Those are my thoughts.
P.S to any of you peeps out there that are worried this blog's going to deteriorate into some kind of online evangelical thing thingy, I'm not planning on sharing some theology every post, I'm just reflecting my thoughts as they occur to me, as opposed to being some people pleasing post pusher who only writes what seems cool. However, the history of this blog makes me think that anyone who was here for things that seem cool would have crawled long ago from this psychadelic froth of foam darts, nonsensical musings and video game obsession.
Also, tommorow is national kazoo day. : D