This is Day 4 of being sick. Son of a bitch.

Blogging is such a great way to get your thoughts together, especially if you're like me in that you don't think very verbally. It takes more mental effort for me to make my thoughts into words that I can express than it does for most people. Blogging helps me do this. So if someone asks me a common colloquial question like, "hey, Paul, how's college?" or "why are you wearing a Pikachu shirt?" I can tell that person with more ease and confidence because I had already made it into words once before.

On this blog is where I will be posting the material for my youtube series, "Paul's Weekly Random Thoughts." Starting soon, I will be making a short video of about 1 minute or less every day, and releasing a compilation of all of them at the end of each week. That's seven little parts per video. What's more, each day of the week will have a theme. It looks like this is what the list of themes is going to be:

Serious Sundays-- Where I share relatively less light-hearted monologue about life, philosophy, and life in general. I will try to confine the serious ideas to this day (and possibly Thursday...But that's it).
Mondays-- I don't know what to do with Mondays. Maybe a puzzle, game, or question to get the viewers to interact. I might also make this "musical Mondays."
Random-ass Tuesdays-- A completely random idea, straight from the cage of crazed rabid hamsters that is my brain.
One-liner Wednesdays (subject to change)-- One line or quote that is very brief...it can be a serious quote or a random statement.
Thought-provoking Thursdays-- where I share an idea, quote, or all-out puzzle to get the ol' noodle rollin'. That actually sounds gross out of context...
Fucked-up Fridays-- where I share something that is just totally stupid or wrong
Saluting Saturdays-- where I pimp out or recognize someone who does great things, whether a celebrity, a youtuber, or just someone in my everyday life.

I would start the series now but I feel like SHIT...actually I just realized that my sore throat is going away! HALLELUJAH!! Speaking of Hallelujah I'm teaching myself how to play that on the piano. It is one of THE most beautiful songs ever written. It's the version from the movie Shrek. But for now, time for dinner. My mom said she's making cheese tortellini XD.

I wrote this in my notebook on the bus home, then transcribed it

I have never wanted a starman more in my life. We're stucking fuck. There must have been an accident, here between Paxton and Buckley. A 3-hour bus ride is quite possibly the last thing in my life I'd want to prolong. Usually, I do enjoy life on the road...but usually, when I'm on the road, I have the freedom of driving wherever I want.
I have gum in my mouth. I'm contemplating swallowing.
It's going to be awesome not having classes all week, next week. And seeing my dogs, and my mom. Having been at college for three months now, I'm a bit confused regarding what "home" is to me right now. It'll be a strange feeling going back to what I considered home undisputedly for the fifth through eighteenth years of my life.
Because I was bored, the first thing I thought of to do was to draw a map of the section of Illinois I would traverse during this bus ride home. Champaign, Rantoul, Paxton, Buckley, Onarga, Gilman, Ashkum, Clifton, Chebanse, Kankakee, Manteno, I-80. Oh my God, we're only now at Onarga. This bus isn't going to get to Woodridge until at least 9:15 at this rate (it's 7:30 now).
I really don't have much to do now, other than write in this notebook--oh, now we're at Gilman and US24. Oh damnit, he's hitting the brakes again....Phew, it wasn't for long.
Here's the reason why I bought my Pikachu t-shirt. It helps me discern the strong people from the weak people; the awesome people from the lemmings. (Now passing Ashkum.) If someone makes a snotty remark about the shirt, I know I'm dealing with a lemming who just follows what the crowd says is right. Yes, it is a little different. But why can't it be like a shirt with Looney Tunes, a Nickelodeon television show from the 90's, or some other pop-culture reference we remember from when we were kids? Did people seriously never get over the "Pokemon is gay" phase most people went through when they got through junior high?
These are exactly the people I refer to when I use the term "lemming"-- people who, because they are men, have to be "manly"-- people who, because they are in college, have to party and get wasted-- people who, because they are black, have to listen to hip-hop--people who, because they are retarded, have to listen to Souljaboy...okay, that last one was just a theory I made up...because I can't explain why ANYONE would listen to that!
Awesome, Kankakee now.
If you haven't noticed, these statements of what people "have to do" are all STEREOTYPES! These people, the ones I refer to as lemmings, are living their lives by stereotypes, preconceived notions of what they are "supposed to be". How weak is that? They're living their lives by other people's standards as opposed to the standards they create themselves! It's pathetic, and yet, there are so many people who are like this. They don't think for themselves and construct their own opinions; they live by others' thoughts and conceptions. These people also tend to be religious, too, because they can't construct their own collection of beliefs. They instead rely on a set of religious beliefs and a series of stereotypes. Here's what strength is: renouncing that. Renouncing being a lemming. And when people start talking about my Pikachu shirt in a non-negative fashion, I know I have a strong person. Someone who has their own opinions of what's right and what's wrong. Not some beliefs they picked up in junior high that "Pokemon is gay."

What a day.
Chem quiz. I got owned.
Econ exam went okay.
Sketching quiz...I always do well on those.
I really want to finish off that song I wrote in my last entry.
Where's Dave when you need him.
Dave is my friend that I've jammed with. I hope to make it a lot more than a one-time thing.

Song I'm writing

I've been in a few of these old houses in this old neighborhood
But only until then was when my outlooks on my days were good
My loss of faith confines me to the quarters where I feel I should
Remain, but boredom shoos me out the door

I give into its demands for fear of hearing reprimand
I feel the harshness of the cold upon my face and hands
My pessimism gives a silent "told you so" but then I stop and stand
I start to feel something more

As I'm walking down the street
I suddenly am struck; I meet
A house with pretty frames and open doors
I'm guided to the walkway
By a warm wind and a light ray
With a force from the spirit that is yours

You give me a window to look through so then I peer inside
I try to make sure what I'm doing won't be future suicide
My optimism tries to make me thing that it is on my side
When it has failed so many times before

Before, it's led me into darkened halls with marks and damage on the walls
Of memories and spirits chilling bones and making tantric calls
Dying to be removed from the scarred and damaged rooms and halls
But they are trapped within the haunted doors

But this house looks defying
Of the theory I've been trying
To dispose of, that there really is no use
I look around in gratitude
For this nice, newfound attitude
For you to thank for setting me loose

In fascination I begin to wander in the house to find
The spirit letting me inside, that's you, because you were so kind
I want to thank you for all that you've done to keep me from being confined
To where monotony rules all

As I walk among these halls I notice that I can't find any
Marks, visible damages, ghouls, or imprisoned memories
The beauty of the inside's even better than what I could see
It motivates me more to search these halls

I still cannot find you
But there's no way I'll decide to
Turn around and find my way outside the door

I'm relieved to have found
A spirit who's around
Who really bothers to become something more

These walls are damage-free and it provokes a thought to me
I wonder how this house could be so perfect and I think I see
Some people let the world muck up their lives and cut them like a tree
But some will choose to fix what's done them harm

Still searching for your spirit I trudge through doors up and down the stairs
In awe at how the inside's architecture doesn't seem to scare

More later!

I am OLD.
Know how I can tell?
My birthday was just another day.
Go to school, no one gets you much (except my mom sent me some noodles gift cards and a shitload of cookies, thanks!!), and it's just a normal day. The only difference is having a lot of people write "happy birthday" on your facebook profile.
A shitload of people.
My favorite number in the world of people.
Thirty-seven.
Makes me feel like I have friends. HAHA. shya right.
Nothing's really been happening. Get up. Be tired. Go to school and be tired. Get back. Be tired. Procrastinate. Try to make self study. Go to bed. Repeat.

It's just like shampoo. Lather, rinse, repeat. Except instead of applying shampoo, you are applying stress.

Life is like a giant ass, because all you get out of it is shit.

I'm hungry. I think I'll use some of the FIFTY DOLLARS worth of gift cards my mom got me. Geez. I'm going to have to go there at least 6-7 times to use up all of that.

I like the place...but maybe not THAT much.

I might do a live broadcast for shiggles tonight.

My newest thing is going onto blogtv.com and broadcasting. I sort-of get to learn about people from all over the place. I'm talking to people from Ontario, England, California, Manitoba, Florida, and other places. I've developed some regulars- a number of them that I can count on my hands, but I hope I can get some more people to come out. And that's not limited to people I don't already know- you should come out too..