Sorry I've been so behind. I've written a lot of stuff in this journal since the time of the last post (4-15). All of the stuff after 4-15 up to now begins on page 14 and ends on page 36! But most of it is either too secret to tell you or rantings and blabberings about Illinois roads. So here goes:

April 18, 2008
I don't understand why nearly every popular song these days pertains to love. Is that the only thing motivating people to write music? Why not write about pineapples? Or soccer? Or the NFL--wait, I don't actually want to hear about that. Seriously, though--why are all of the popular songs about love?
I know that love isn't what motivates me to write music. I write music because I enjoy music's ability to convey many different moods and themes--not just the SAME THING EVERY TIME. I write sweet songs, nostalgic songs, silly songs, and beastly songs that have a higher lever of intensity. None of the ten songs I've written pertain to love. None of them are written with the sole intent of pleasing a female. I write my music to please everyone, and give something to the world. Not just chicks. I try to vary the moods and themes of my music, because I figure that people would get sick of the same ideas recurring and that it would be better to create things so that a greater number of people would enjoy them. Why don't other people feel the same way? It's annoying.
Now for some jokes about drunkenness!
1) I'm too func to drunktion.
2)I swear to drunk I'm not God
3) I'm not drunk, ociffer!

Those are all that I know

The best Russian reversal ever:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes YOU!

I watched a special featuring Bill Nye the Science Guy about the concept of race. I learned from it that race has no scientific background--it has no known link to DNA or genetics. Race is merely a social construct. So the entire justification of racism is completely made up by people! Race doesn't actually exist outside the human species--it's all made up! Race is only a tool for discrimination and labeling.

April 19, 2008-

I was reading a book by Viktor Frankl in my English class, and I grew an appreciation for existentialism. The underlying theme of existentialism is the idea that the only one responsible for one's destiny is oneself. I really do believe that-- I am the only one who can make my life the way I want it to be, and the only one responsible for making my dreams come true is myself. But my mom has different dreams for me--and I'm sure the dreams of a child's parents for that child don't perfectly match the child's own dreams, either.
Frankl also declared that the underlying primary motive of humankind is a will to meaning-- that is, our primary goal in our lives is to give our lives meaning, or purpose. I have a purpose in mind for myself, and I seek to fulfill it; however, my mom has a different purpose in mind for me. I see my purpose as to collect road signs and travel, to share my traveling experiences with other people, to write music, to design roadways, and to make the world a better the place. I don't see how I could be achieving the right kind of meaning unless I help the world in some way.
But what meaning does a mother have? I think I figured it out in the car on the way to school-- a mother achieves meaning through creating a child which brings things to the world. Frankl mentioned that peopls can achieve meaning by creating things for the world. In the case of a mother, she can create children which grow up to create their own things, and achieve meaning in other ways, too. So the meaning that a grown child creates is meaning for the mother, as well as the father, too, at the same time. In creating a purpose for myself, I am also creating purpose for my parents.
A big change might occur in my life soon. I'll leave it at that.

April 20, 2008-
My pencil is my best friend. It is my medium for expressing my ideas.
Right now, I'm on the IMSA short bus, on the way to Starved Rock State Park. It's the most notable state park in northern Illinois--pretty much everyone knows about it. About two years ago, they build at indoor waterpark at the corner of Illinois Route 71 and Illinois Route 178, which his a road built solely for the purpose of connecting Starved Rock to Interstate 80.
The teacher taking us there is Dr. Nokkentved (p.k.a. "Doc Nok"), a history teacher. Everyone I talk to seems to really like him, though I've never had him as a teacher myself. He turned on the radio, to some hip-hop song constructed from blatant strong sexual references called, "Touch My Body" (that's a guess--it's the line that's repeated about a hundred times throughout the "song"). It didn't seem to make sense with the fact that his pant legs were rolled up almost to his knees, revealing long green stockings underneath--the look overall seemed to belong in the late eighteenth century to me (not that I see anything wrong with that). He is a good person at heart, and very knowledgeable.
The hip-hop music didn't last for one music--he quickly switched the radio to a station which was playing opera music. "Music you can sleep to," he jokingly remarked with a smile on his face. It made me smile, too.
Right now, we're on Orchard Road, which runs from Route 71 at Oswego to Randall Road near North Aurora. It parallels the Fox River to the west. I take it to get to school. Starting at Route 71, it's a two-lane road; then it becomes a four-lane road, then a two-lane road, and then a four-lane road again. They really need to widen the two-lane section in the middle.
And now we're on Route 71.
Today, I noticed that some of the grass was glistening. Dew! It's the first time I've seen it in a while.
The weather forecasters expect another day of 70's today. This makes four, total--Wed., Thurs., and Fri. all had highs in the 70's. They're saying that tomorrow, we might get mid- to upper-70's.
I've got geometry homework to do. I'll write more later.

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We've just finished our hike through Starved Rock, and now we're on the bus back to school. I talked with Goki quite a lot. It was a long and exhaustive hike, but it was refreshing, too. The back we just passed by in Newark said it was 76 degrees, What amazing weather. No bugs, either. Doc Nok hikes rather fast, and he's a very experienced hiker.
I have the song, "Kiss from a Rose" by Seal stuck in my head. I blame Zexi.

And now for today...

Today, I went with Macy to Fox Valley Mall. There's not really much for a guy like me to do at the mall other than sit in the bookstore and stare at a road atlas, or see what kinds of crazy crap are in the dollar store, or eat yummy Chinese food from Panda Express. (Tyler would be jealous.) That's pretty much all we did. Maceface got some Magic cards from GameStop, and we just kinda hung out. We resorted to playing cards at a table in the food court for the last 45 minutes of the trip.

I've been thinking of a song for Erika as I was taking a shower. It's a nerdy song filled with nerdy romantic innuendos. I want it to make people laugh.

I'm staying at school this weekend. Weird....but it meant that I had to do my own laundry. I wish someone would have told me that the dryer on top didn't work before I wasted 80 cents trying to use it...

Last night, I OD's on some SimCity 4. I stayed up til 2 O_o

I'm not going to do the same THIS night! HAHAA!

Oh and we played Apples to Apples. Apparently, David's going to make a chauvinistic version of Apples to Apples. I suggested the name "Assholes to Assholes." I think he liked it ...lol