The First Day of The Rest of My Life

And how much nervousness it ensues...

Hey, classmates.

So right off, here comes the big spill:

I'm taking my CPT today.

Yes, today.

And I'm nervous as all get out (never understood that terminology).

For those of you who don't know what a CPT is, well, it's a college placement test. You're probably wondering, "He's fifteen, he can't go to college, right?" and the answer to that is: You are correct. I'm NOT going to college, I'm going to JUNIOR college. I'm going to PSC (Pensacola State College or as it used to be, Pensacola Junior College, aka PJC)for my last two high school years. That's a big opportunity and a big deal, especially for me. As you might have noticed, I'm not maintaining my usual level of speech. This is due to the amount of pain in my stomach which, in turn, is due to the insane amount of nervousness that holds me in it's grasp. 

A note on nervousness:

It hurts.

Now I realize what I am capable of, and I know I can score good on this test. In fact, I have no clue why I'm nervous. I simply am. Maybe it's just the fact that they call it a test. Maybe if the called it an exam I'd feel less nervous. Then again, I'd feel as if they were examining me. Yea, that wouldn't work.

Okay, so it's time to be serious. I want to talk about my strong points in schoolwork. I've always loved science, in fact, it's still my favorite. But it seems I've always had a knack for math. I'm good with grammar (you might have noticed) and I shouldn't have trouble with that. The essay part of the test should be fine, as I'm rather good at putting my thoughts into words and arguing my point. The history part, being as history has never been my strong point, worries me slightly. I love history, but it's just never stuck in my mind quite as well as science or math. So all in all, I'm not too worried.

Okay, I lied, I'm really worried. In fact this is what I feel like at the moment:

Sad, I know.

Anyways, guys, today was mostly just an update and a rambling on. I'll get back to my philosophical posts in due time. Tomorrow, in fact. 

As always, your host,

And It Goes On and On and On

No, I'm not quoting the "Dynamite" lyrics.. 

Hey, classmates.

As a return to my posts of philosophical ramblings I sometimes like to type out, I'd love to talk about something off the bat. Contrary to my normal, nearly accusative, subjects of want, honesty, and things of that sort, today we're going to talk about the fire of man, the intellectual object of stimulation when provoked by inspiration and motivation. Yep, creativity. Bored and curious, I looked up the definition of creative and came up with this: 

 Define Creative:

1. Having the ability to create.
2. Characterized by originality of thought; having or showing imagination.
3. Designed to or tending to stimulate the imagination.
4. Characterized by sophisticated bending of the rules or conventions.

All of these entries imply that the very idea of creativity is, indeed, abstract and must make use of a conduit- a person- to further spread its own mindset. Its like the first GOOD parasite.

The first entry, being obvious, I shall skip. The second, however, intrigues me. Originality of thought is something we all have, is it not? We all think differently from each other, if even in the most minute faction, therefore implying that our own thought processes are, indeed, original. Does that make us, every one of us, creative? I think not. Having or showing imagination, is something that some people may lack. We ALL have imagination, though sometimes we don't let it run free, therefore making us well... I'll put it bluntly: Uncreative. So no, not everyone is creative, but we all have the power to be. Bummer, I know.

The third entry implies something I didn't expect. It implies that through our own creative juices being displayed on something we make, or do, we can inspire creativity in others. Sounds pretty obvious at first, but have you ever truly thought of that? Creating a piece of art not only rakes in the praises and awe, but inspires someone else to try their hand at making something amazing too.

Now I must pause to quote Arthur Koestler:

"Creativity is a type of learning process where the teacher and the pupil are located in the same being" 

Entry four almost made me laugh. I immediately thought of someone playing a card game and ultimately bending the rules in unsettling, unseen, and unprovable ways. Using creativity to bend the rules is definitely something you want to learn if becoming a super-villain is on your list of to-do's.

Now speaking of to-do's, as you might have heard, making lists is a great way to remember things. I believe it's time I made my own as my life grows more filled with occupational tasks. I imagine it would also be nice to begin writing at least ONE journal post a week here on my thought-blog. Also if you'd like to check out my newest blog, "Reclaim, Revamp, Repurpose" then click the link. It's not even started yet, and I'm still playing around with fonts, colors, and layout/template design overall. But ya know, comment on the test posts with ideas for it's design if you have any. I'm always in need of some ideas.

So yea, guys, if you need a better look at at the meaning of creativity, I suggest you Google it. I found dozens upon dozens of sites filled with quotes and explanations. Also leave your ideas, short explanations, or quotes on creativity in the comment section below. Thanks for reading.

As always, your host,

Making It Your Own

A continuation of yesterday's post....

Good day, classmates.

I'm definitely liking my new blog template. Tell me what you think about it.

Now, if that was all I was going to talk about today, I wouldn't have blogged at all. No, today, with my coffee in hand, I'll talk about inspirations. Recently I was inspired to write a novel. Being that I've already talked about it, I will mention that I've also been inspired to enter a little business with my mother. The business includes the following in order:

1. Find a piece of furniture, in good condition or otherwise, on craigslist (for free hopefully, or if your not short on money, for cheap).
2. Buy it (or not) and take it home.
3. Sand it down and refinish it (depending on its current state).
4. Then give it your own little flares. 

Now, some guys out there might think:

"Haha, he's decorating furniture, how feminine."

I sometimes laugh at ignorance like that, you know?

To justify my little rant I'd like to say that this job was originally given to carpenters, who are, in fact, mostly men. That being said, let's continue on. I love the very idea of making something my own and I always have. So today, ask yourself: what can you make you own? Well if you have any damaged furniture, then I have a few tips on that, but we don't all like the same thing do we? Tell me what you can make your own in the comment section below, and even supply me with some ideas of my own. I'm here to help and listen.

Now along with my most recent inspiration (the furniture one), I'll be starting a new blog about repurposing furniture. I'm thinking "Reclaim, Revamp, Repurpose". Give me some ideas, guys.

As always, your host,

Inspiration and Motivation

An update and a little more...

Hey there, classmates(notice the new greeting). I've been gone for a while, and, though I did post a bit, I believe you deserve an explanation. So here goes:

 I have been struck with the very fires of creativity, the foundation of the arts, the fuel of the imaginative fires. I have been inspired. What was this inspiration? Well I read a book. A really good book. Multiple really good books, actually. I've read so many, in fact, that I found myself wondering if I could write one myself. Boy, could I (or that's what they tell me). If I'm at all being obscure with this statement then allow me to put it plainly:

I'm writing a novel.  

It's called "The Book of Ages", and it's in the fantasy genre (one genre I find the most interesting). It, of course, will never compete with Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis, but that's not really what I'm going for... or is it? Never curse a little ambition..

Along with my own inspiration, another person who has been struck with such is a woman I like to call my Mom. Not only has inspiration struck, but she also has the Motivation to justify her inspiration. My mom, being the amazing person that she is, has started a new blog. It's called Marvelous Motivations, and she needs some followers to help her restart. I trust you guys can help with that.

Now a little remark about books. Books are amazing databases for knowledge. And when it comes to fantasy novels, they're like an old friend that you get to see often, and then after staying a short while(or for me, long while) must say your goodbyes.

On that note, classmates, I must also bid you farewell.

You take care, and while taking care, leave what inspires you most in the comment section below.

    

Your philosophical guy, correctly named philoshophi-guy,


P.S. I recommend the Dragonlance series.

The Strange Case of Dr. Jacob and Mr. Howard

Ok, no, not really....


Greetings, classmates. Goodness, it's been a while! Boy, have I been busy. What about you guys? What have you been up to? Well, I know you've probably been dealing with what most people deal with every single day of there lives: Your own Mr. Hyde. The ultimate of mood swings, some might say, haha.

So the story goes like this:

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
The story begins with Mr. Utterson, a man of rugged countenance, demeaning stature, a backwards sentiment, and completely lovable. Mr. Utterson is a lawyer, and a naturally suspicious man, making him the perfect character in whom shoes to put yourself through the entire book, which isn't long as I might add. His friend, Dr. Jekyll, hasn't been seen for a few days so he decides to pay a visit. He knocks on his friends door, and the butler, Poole, answers the door. Inquiring if Dr. Jekyll was home, Mr. Utterson received a resounding negative, much to his disappointment. He also learned that Dr. Jekyll had recently been in the company of Mr. Hyde quite often, though the butler hadn't actually seen them both at the same time, only one or the other. Mr. Hyde was a strange man with an evil countenance that gave off an eerie sense of deformity. Now, naturally, you all know who he is by now, of course, it's a well-known story, so I won't waist time trying to "Hyde" the plain facts. Mr. Utterson then goes back home to read a solemn book by the fire until midnight, as is his usual occupation on a Sunday evening. The next morning, he goes back to the his friend's house to see if he was there that day, but instead he stumbles upon a dark suited man. The man was obviously Mr. Hyde, and Mr. Utterson immediately engages him, noticing promptly that he felt purely evil and deformed. The man only replied with vague grunts, hiding his face from Mr. Utterson's view. When Mr. Utterson demanded to see his face, he showed it to him. His face was nothing of a surprise, being that it was sinister and slightly grotesque in expression, this was as expected to Mr. Utterson. Now, he also gave him his address which was a surprise to Mr. Utterson. After that he quickly unlocked Dr. Jekyll's lab with a key Mr. Utterson supposed said man had given to him upon great confidence. Bemused by his rude acquaintance, Mr. Utterson then left back for his house, where he stayed for the day filing papers and writing letters to his various clients. The next morning he woke to Dr. Jekyll sitting in his living room as was usual on a Tuesday morning. After greeting him, they had a long talk about Mr. Hyde, whom Dr. Jekyll showed great care toward and also great confidence. This was much to the concern of Mr. Utterson. Soon after their conversation, Dr Jekyll said his goodbye and left, seeming to be rather wary of his friend's cautions and stipulation's about his friend, Mr. Hyde. Mr. Utterson, still concerned for his friend, then had a visit from Mr. Enfield, his old friend. Mr. Enfield said that he had been walking down the road a few days past, and had seen a child running quite furiously down the walk. She ran straight into a man heading in the opposite direction, and was pushed to the ground. Now, of course, accidents happen, but the man merely trampled over the child and continued on his way. Mr. Enfield had collard this gentleman, and brought him back to where a crowd had already begun to gather around the screaming, crying, girl. Amongst them was her parents, trying hard to console her. The man surprisingly did not fight Mr. Enfield as he brought him back. The parents demanded compensation, and Mr. Hyde stepped inside his house a for a moment and came back out with another man's check for a hundred pounds. The fact that it was another man's check, greatly surprised Mr. Enfield. Now in the present time Mr. Enfield finished this story, and looked plainly into the shocked face of Mr. Utterson, stating heavily that he thought this man to be Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll's new friend.

To be continued,