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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Pokemon Battle Pt. 1
Today was an especially dark and dreary day in Pallet town. Nurse Fiona is stuck in the Pokemon Center left with nothing to do. Of course she has nothing to do because Pallet town has become a very boring place once Pokemon Trainer Merv left.
"I hope he goes out there and catches them all. He was all about that." said Nurse Fiona as she sits at the counter playing with her Chansey.
She's about to doze off when suddenly she hears the sound of the entrance doors sliding open. In a very autonomous response she beings to ask 'How may I...' until she realizes who it is.
Pokemon Trainer Merv takes a cool step into the Pokemon Center. He closes his eyes and takes in the atmosphere taken aback by all the nostalgia. The sound of 8-bit music fills his ears as he opens his eyes and smiles at Nurse Fiona.
Nervously, Nurse Fiona finishes her greeting "H-How may I help you?".
"I'm just here to use the PC," Pokemon Trainer Merv responds in a very non chalant manner.
As he cooly walks over to the PC, Nurse Fiona takes notice to the shiny badges that Trainer Merv has proudly displayed on his vest and his belt which was neatly lined with six pokeballs.
"Wow, six out of the eight gym badges. He must be really good." Nurse Fiona thought to herself.
As Trainer Merv finishes up with some pokemon transfers, he begins to cooly walk back toward the entrance to leave.
Nurse Fiona begins to autonomously beings to say goodbye, "Thank you! Come back..." before she is interrupted by another Pokemon Trainer coming in as Trainer Merv is leaving.
Trainer Merv stops dead in his tracks and is as equally stunned by the new Trainer who has just walked in. This Trainer walks just as cooly as Trainer Merv over to the Pokemon Center counter and places his pokeballs into the healing tray.
"I see you've been busy Merv. It's nice to see you again," says the trainer.
Trainer Merv responds, "I see you have been too, BUG CATCHER KYLE!!"
Announcer: "A strange twist has just occurred!!! Just as Pokemon Trainer Merv is leaving his home town Pokemon Center, Bug Catcher Kyle enters!!! Who is this Mysterious trainer?? How does he know Pokemon Trainer Merv?? Answers will come and Pokemon Battles will happen!!!! NEXT WEEK!!!
"I hope he goes out there and catches them all. He was all about that." said Nurse Fiona as she sits at the counter playing with her Chansey.
She's about to doze off when suddenly she hears the sound of the entrance doors sliding open. In a very autonomous response she beings to ask 'How may I...' until she realizes who it is.
Pokemon Trainer Merv takes a cool step into the Pokemon Center. He closes his eyes and takes in the atmosphere taken aback by all the nostalgia. The sound of 8-bit music fills his ears as he opens his eyes and smiles at Nurse Fiona.
Nervously, Nurse Fiona finishes her greeting "H-How may I help you?".
"I'm just here to use the PC," Pokemon Trainer Merv responds in a very non chalant manner.
As he cooly walks over to the PC, Nurse Fiona takes notice to the shiny badges that Trainer Merv has proudly displayed on his vest and his belt which was neatly lined with six pokeballs.
"Wow, six out of the eight gym badges. He must be really good." Nurse Fiona thought to herself.
As Trainer Merv finishes up with some pokemon transfers, he begins to cooly walk back toward the entrance to leave.
Nurse Fiona begins to autonomously beings to say goodbye, "Thank you! Come back..." before she is interrupted by another Pokemon Trainer coming in as Trainer Merv is leaving.
Trainer Merv stops dead in his tracks and is as equally stunned by the new Trainer who has just walked in. This Trainer walks just as cooly as Trainer Merv over to the Pokemon Center counter and places his pokeballs into the healing tray.
"I see you've been busy Merv. It's nice to see you again," says the trainer.
Trainer Merv responds, "I see you have been too, BUG CATCHER KYLE!!"
Announcer: "A strange twist has just occurred!!! Just as Pokemon Trainer Merv is leaving his home town Pokemon Center, Bug Catcher Kyle enters!!! Who is this Mysterious trainer?? How does he know Pokemon Trainer Merv?? Answers will come and Pokemon Battles will happen!!!! NEXT WEEK!!!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Drunken Meditation Doesn't Work.
So apparently my current thing is to write a totally random blog post when I'm drunk. Actually, it's random drunken post when I'm angry and drunk. But I try not to show my anger because that would just make reading this lame. My emotions aren't for everyone else to know.
But anyways.
I use to meditate a lot back in freshman year. Freshman year was also a tough time for me and meditation help me controll a lot of things. So the combination of angry drunkenness and meditation don't mix.
I believe that when people think of meditation they think of spiritual enlightenment and general lameness when someone other than a monk is doing it. To me, meditation is a moment of calm. A moment of reflection. A moment when I don't have to think about everything else that is going on in my life. It's actually a really wonderful feeling. It's a state of total relaxation with your mind totally open. It feels like my senses are heightened but the outside world is completely dull. A strange balance between total awareness with a sense of disconnection.
The combination of intoxication and meditation don't mix though.
That whole feeling of worldless-ness and combined with my lack of balance. Everything just combines and tears each other apart. The moment of relaxation and happiness is ripped apart by the ridiculous-ness of alcohol. You realize all your greatest weakness and all of your greatest faults. The moment of solitude and reflection becomes a moment of realization and anger.
You're supposed to learn from your mistakes. Your mistakes don't always affect outwardly and toward your surroundings. I haven't learned from my mistakes yet. Maybe it'll all hit me after all my mistakes are done. I'll probably have a huge moment of "Oh shit" ness and I'll realize everything.
Now that I think about it. That moment will probably come with my hang over.
But anyways.
I use to meditate a lot back in freshman year. Freshman year was also a tough time for me and meditation help me controll a lot of things. So the combination of angry drunkenness and meditation don't mix.
I believe that when people think of meditation they think of spiritual enlightenment and general lameness when someone other than a monk is doing it. To me, meditation is a moment of calm. A moment of reflection. A moment when I don't have to think about everything else that is going on in my life. It's actually a really wonderful feeling. It's a state of total relaxation with your mind totally open. It feels like my senses are heightened but the outside world is completely dull. A strange balance between total awareness with a sense of disconnection.
The combination of intoxication and meditation don't mix though.
That whole feeling of worldless-ness and combined with my lack of balance. Everything just combines and tears each other apart. The moment of relaxation and happiness is ripped apart by the ridiculous-ness of alcohol. You realize all your greatest weakness and all of your greatest faults. The moment of solitude and reflection becomes a moment of realization and anger.
You're supposed to learn from your mistakes. Your mistakes don't always affect outwardly and toward your surroundings. I haven't learned from my mistakes yet. Maybe it'll all hit me after all my mistakes are done. I'll probably have a huge moment of "Oh shit" ness and I'll realize everything.
Now that I think about it. That moment will probably come with my hang over.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I am another drunken post.
It's been a long time since I last posted anything that is worth while. I played with the idea of a "Links of the week" post every week because I'm so lazy and I think I might do that. I've been too busy to consider anything though.
So tonight, in my drunken stupor, I've decided to define Life. At least what I consider life. I considered certain aspects of life but maybe that's not right. Maybe it should be categorized as stages.
The young stage. The fucking rebel stage. The "I think I found what I really am" in high school stage. The "Oh shit, this is what I really am" in college stage. The "Lets party all the time cause It's fucking cool" stage. Then maybe the stage where everyone else parties while you sit back and be anti social stage.
I think I'm at that last stage.
But from that last stage comes random blog post and random stuff at a totally random time.
And from that comes the realization that everyone is one way or another put into a cookie cutter sheet and comes out the exact same way.
People try so hard to distinguish themselves from other people but in reality EVERYONE IS EXACTLY THE SAME.
Maybe I'm just saying that cause I'm in the bitter anti social stage. Then again I'm only in this bitter anti social stage because I'm jealous of everyone else and how I'm not getting anywhere.
Oh wait. That's depression.
Of course with my super POSI attitude that I apparently have allll the time, this doesn't affect me. I have no depression because that's the way life is. This happen for a reason and this is why it's happening to me. Any attempts that happen end in failure but those failures mean nothing. Because that's the way things are supposed to happen.
Things will fall into place for me and I won't have to worry about anything. Although this may seem like a large amount of sarcasm, this is actually what I believe in. Surprisingly I could be pushed around by people and stepped all over but I think that things will right themselves and I'll be just fine.
Life isn't worth anything without emotional and physcial struggle.
And now my rant comes to an end. I realized what I have just done, which involved writing about ridiculous things that doesn't matter to anyone else except me. I'll read back on this and think that I shouldn't have written this but I'll keep it because it's part of my life. This snapshot of my life will be open for anyone on the massive amounts of tubes called the internet can see instead of my little black notebook that no one has seen.
So tonight, in my drunken stupor, I've decided to define Life. At least what I consider life. I considered certain aspects of life but maybe that's not right. Maybe it should be categorized as stages.
The young stage. The fucking rebel stage. The "I think I found what I really am" in high school stage. The "Oh shit, this is what I really am" in college stage. The "Lets party all the time cause It's fucking cool" stage. Then maybe the stage where everyone else parties while you sit back and be anti social stage.
I think I'm at that last stage.
But from that last stage comes random blog post and random stuff at a totally random time.
And from that comes the realization that everyone is one way or another put into a cookie cutter sheet and comes out the exact same way.
People try so hard to distinguish themselves from other people but in reality EVERYONE IS EXACTLY THE SAME.
Maybe I'm just saying that cause I'm in the bitter anti social stage. Then again I'm only in this bitter anti social stage because I'm jealous of everyone else and how I'm not getting anywhere.
Oh wait. That's depression.
Of course with my super POSI attitude that I apparently have allll the time, this doesn't affect me. I have no depression because that's the way life is. This happen for a reason and this is why it's happening to me. Any attempts that happen end in failure but those failures mean nothing. Because that's the way things are supposed to happen.
Things will fall into place for me and I won't have to worry about anything. Although this may seem like a large amount of sarcasm, this is actually what I believe in. Surprisingly I could be pushed around by people and stepped all over but I think that things will right themselves and I'll be just fine.
Life isn't worth anything without emotional and physcial struggle.
And now my rant comes to an end. I realized what I have just done, which involved writing about ridiculous things that doesn't matter to anyone else except me. I'll read back on this and think that I shouldn't have written this but I'll keep it because it's part of my life. This snapshot of my life will be open for anyone on the massive amounts of tubes called the internet can see instead of my little black notebook that no one has seen.
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