Thursday, April 14, 2011
"And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times"
And if you're a showtunes freak you'll know exactly what show this is from. Chicago. Stop that judging if I'm up past like 11 I need it to focus. I know how strange. Whatever. I'm working on my last research paper of my high school career, and I need less than half a page more for it to meet the length requirement. Except I have nothing else to say. Sure there is plenty to analyze in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and sure there is plenty of stuff to use, but I've found everything I think that really adds to my argument. And I've BSed the intro and conclusion paragraphs to about 2.5 pages between the two of them. Length reqs are so silly; if I'm done talking I'm done; I can't BS anymore!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I FORGOT TO POST!
But I have an excuse. It was 11:11 at night and my bed was just so warm and soft and I just couldn't pull myself out of the bed to come think and type. Forgive me?
So lately I've had "Chicago" stuck in my head. Cell Block Tango specifically. I'm even listening to it now. I'm like obsessed it's a serious problem send someone to save me. In other news, my iPod deleted all of my apps and songs on it. It refused to connect to iTunes correctly so I attempted to reformat it to make it work again. Oh well. So now it's empty and some time this weekend I need to fix it.
But I promise that this weekend I will also make an actual post where I ramble and talk and just make fascinating observations over the interwebs.
On another note, I don't like our advisor for National Honor Society at my high school I'm the secretary of membership (what does that even mean?) and this year my job responsibilities were stripped. Because she didn't feel like I could handle seeing everyone's GPAs. I get that GPAs are sensitive information, but everyone knows that I'm looking at them, it isn't a big mystery. Also, people voted me into the office, so obviously they wanted / trusted me enough to handle that job. But this happens often with her; she is also my class's advisor for steering comittee. Which is pretty much our planning council for our class. Anyways, she took over there and kinda runs it and orders around the elected officers and doesn't let them have much say. So yeah. The End.
Dan
So lately I've had "Chicago" stuck in my head. Cell Block Tango specifically. I'm even listening to it now. I'm like obsessed it's a serious problem send someone to save me. In other news, my iPod deleted all of my apps and songs on it. It refused to connect to iTunes correctly so I attempted to reformat it to make it work again. Oh well. So now it's empty and some time this weekend I need to fix it.
But I promise that this weekend I will also make an actual post where I ramble and talk and just make fascinating observations over the interwebs.
On another note, I don't like our advisor for National Honor Society at my high school I'm the secretary of membership (what does that even mean?) and this year my job responsibilities were stripped. Because she didn't feel like I could handle seeing everyone's GPAs. I get that GPAs are sensitive information, but everyone knows that I'm looking at them, it isn't a big mystery. Also, people voted me into the office, so obviously they wanted / trusted me enough to handle that job. But this happens often with her; she is also my class's advisor for steering comittee. Which is pretty much our planning council for our class. Anyways, she took over there and kinda runs it and orders around the elected officers and doesn't let them have much say. So yeah. The End.
Dan
Monday, April 11, 2011
I'm too damn tired and too damn afraid of Virginia Woolf to write a coherent post.
I know that my last post was a kind of a cop out post. I promise that I will include so much more...just not now. Now I have to finish this rough draft of my Research paper on, you may have guessed it, "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" by Edward Albee. It's a fantastic play and analyzing it is so fascinating, I just wish we had more time to complete the paper. This feels more like a marathon than an essay.
Anyways, I promise a full length essay-like post on Friday. After all, next week is APRIL VACATION!!!11!!!!!eleven! Leaving plenty of blogging time. I even have some things to blog about ready to start writing, when I have some time.
Dan
Anyways, I promise a full length essay-like post on Friday. After all, next week is APRIL VACATION!!!11!!!!!eleven! Leaving plenty of blogging time. I even have some things to blog about ready to start writing, when I have some time.
Dan
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Umass and Northeaster, which college do I taaaaake? It's not Friday.
But seriously, I need to pick one. Umass Amherst or Northeastern?
I like them both too much to choose. i'm in the physics program in the college of science for both schools. At Northeaster it's a really small dept (the physics dept) and really close knit so being able to say I got in is a really big deal. At Umass I got into the physics dept as well as the honors college, so that's a big plus over NEU. Unfortunately NEU will cost almost twice as what Umass will, and the program at both colleges is very good. At NEU I can go on co-op, but I'd only graduate in 5 years instead of four. Umass will have a new honors only building opening soon, like in 2013! At Umass I know a bunch of people and will have a room mate I know and will be able to live with: Richard. It would be better for me to room with someone I know and who knows me rather than get someone I don't know and come out to them all over again. Yay middle school. Unfortunately, Umass is in Amherst. Not that Amherst isn't a nice town, but it is only a town. NEU is in Boston which is big for me because I love the city. But I know far more people and would probably be happier socially at Umass. But at NEU I'd be closer to Nadia and be able to see her often.
I really though about NEU yesterday, but today I am leaning towards Umass. Very much so. I probably will tell my parents Umass tomorrow. They will be happy, and it won't cost a lot. And I'll be able to stand out there and that will deffinitely help with getting into grad school. Plus I'll know people. Not that I wouldn't be able to make friends, but having a good room mate would be huge for me. I really want to break out of my shell in college. Not be wild, but not be the complacent person I am now. Only time will tell.
Dan
I like them both too much to choose. i'm in the physics program in the college of science for both schools. At Northeaster it's a really small dept (the physics dept) and really close knit so being able to say I got in is a really big deal. At Umass I got into the physics dept as well as the honors college, so that's a big plus over NEU. Unfortunately NEU will cost almost twice as what Umass will, and the program at both colleges is very good. At NEU I can go on co-op, but I'd only graduate in 5 years instead of four. Umass will have a new honors only building opening soon, like in 2013! At Umass I know a bunch of people and will have a room mate I know and will be able to live with: Richard. It would be better for me to room with someone I know and who knows me rather than get someone I don't know and come out to them all over again. Yay middle school. Unfortunately, Umass is in Amherst. Not that Amherst isn't a nice town, but it is only a town. NEU is in Boston which is big for me because I love the city. But I know far more people and would probably be happier socially at Umass. But at NEU I'd be closer to Nadia and be able to see her often.
I really though about NEU yesterday, but today I am leaning towards Umass. Very much so. I probably will tell my parents Umass tomorrow. They will be happy, and it won't cost a lot. And I'll be able to stand out there and that will deffinitely help with getting into grad school. Plus I'll know people. Not that I wouldn't be able to make friends, but having a good room mate would be huge for me. I really want to break out of my shell in college. Not be wild, but not be the complacent person I am now. Only time will tell.
Dan
Friday, April 8, 2011
I am (post) number five!
Oh well, I should have done that title yesterday. I am number four was a very good movie, made even better because I got free tickets to it :D
So. I hate (most) people. Really, some people can be real jerks. Like, when the guy in front of you is driving and just NEVER uses his turn signal. And you'd really like a headsup for when to slow down, so you don't, you know, crash into him. But today when I was volunteering, like I always do on Friday, there where the 12-13 year olds that come to help volunteer for their bar/bat mitzvahs. And there was this other kid who came with the group last year, but continues to come with every time they volunteer. let's call this kid Noah, since I actually don't know his name. Noah is a little awkward: for a thirteen year old, he is very tall, wears glasses, is soft spoken. He's a gentle giant. But I always assumed that the other kids thought he was weird, since he was a year older than him and doesn't need to come to volunteer anymore, but still does. Anyways, today the kids were doing some type of toast with their juice while they were handing out cups. And when he raised his glass everyone toasted with him and every person tapped his glass. It seems so insignificant but it brought a smile to my face.
On an unrelated note, I really need to fight the elite four in Pokemon White. I actually beat them and caught Zekrom, but I cannot for the life of me defeat Ghetsis. Really I can fight any of his pokemon except his damn Hyragion (Sazandora for those cool cats who call it by its japanese name). It knows surf, dragon pulse, focus blast, and fire blast. That's some of the best type coverage. Great move set, along with a massive special attack stat (and all those moves are special so...) and good speed AND a great typing and ability; dark/dragon and levitate. He can pretty much single handedly wreck my team, unless a blast were to miss. in which case I can hit him once and barely take out a piece of hp. I mean the thing is so underleveled. It frustrates me. I can't train anywhere good because I've run out of trainers. Oh well. I'll get him eventually.
Tomorrow morning I have to got to a set build for the show I'm assistant stage managing; West Side Story. It's going to be a loooooong day, since it's 8-4. And I should probably be there the entire time. So I will be. I'll enjoy it and have some fun I suppose, but I'd really like to get a bunch of homework done, including but not limited to : My reasearch paper rough draft, a stack of calculus open responses, a pack of stats open responses, a resubmital of a lab report for physics, and three french worksheets. Oy.
I really want to buy this backpack on Etsy. There are actually two I want. One has the design I want, the other has the size I need. The design is this half water drop filled in from the bottom to the middle. It looks really cool, but it only is on a small backpack. granted I have no idea what real sizes are (I can tell you a meter but not a foot). The bigger backpack doesn't have the water design; the coolest one is this design of concentric tree rings. it's still cool, just not as cool.
Writing these blog entries are so therapeutic. My firend Alex (a girl) said that a blog is a bit self indulgent. I agree. I need some self indulgence every now and then. And by that I mean everyday. That's my goal: post once a day for hopefully a year. It's nice to get my thoughts out in one place, and it's good to write everyday. Maybe I'll eventually tell my friends about the blog. Maybe I'll even figure out a name for it, or just keep it as {In Lieu Of A Name} I think thats a nice title.
Off being pensive,
Daniel
So. I hate (most) people. Really, some people can be real jerks. Like, when the guy in front of you is driving and just NEVER uses his turn signal. And you'd really like a headsup for when to slow down, so you don't, you know, crash into him. But today when I was volunteering, like I always do on Friday, there where the 12-13 year olds that come to help volunteer for their bar/bat mitzvahs. And there was this other kid who came with the group last year, but continues to come with every time they volunteer. let's call this kid Noah, since I actually don't know his name. Noah is a little awkward: for a thirteen year old, he is very tall, wears glasses, is soft spoken. He's a gentle giant. But I always assumed that the other kids thought he was weird, since he was a year older than him and doesn't need to come to volunteer anymore, but still does. Anyways, today the kids were doing some type of toast with their juice while they were handing out cups. And when he raised his glass everyone toasted with him and every person tapped his glass. It seems so insignificant but it brought a smile to my face.
On an unrelated note, I really need to fight the elite four in Pokemon White. I actually beat them and caught Zekrom, but I cannot for the life of me defeat Ghetsis. Really I can fight any of his pokemon except his damn Hyragion (Sazandora for those cool cats who call it by its japanese name). It knows surf, dragon pulse, focus blast, and fire blast. That's some of the best type coverage. Great move set, along with a massive special attack stat (and all those moves are special so...) and good speed AND a great typing and ability; dark/dragon and levitate. He can pretty much single handedly wreck my team, unless a blast were to miss. in which case I can hit him once and barely take out a piece of hp. I mean the thing is so underleveled. It frustrates me. I can't train anywhere good because I've run out of trainers. Oh well. I'll get him eventually.
Tomorrow morning I have to got to a set build for the show I'm assistant stage managing; West Side Story. It's going to be a loooooong day, since it's 8-4. And I should probably be there the entire time. So I will be. I'll enjoy it and have some fun I suppose, but I'd really like to get a bunch of homework done, including but not limited to : My reasearch paper rough draft, a stack of calculus open responses, a pack of stats open responses, a resubmital of a lab report for physics, and three french worksheets. Oy.
I really want to buy this backpack on Etsy. There are actually two I want. One has the design I want, the other has the size I need. The design is this half water drop filled in from the bottom to the middle. It looks really cool, but it only is on a small backpack. granted I have no idea what real sizes are (I can tell you a meter but not a foot). The bigger backpack doesn't have the water design; the coolest one is this design of concentric tree rings. it's still cool, just not as cool.
Writing these blog entries are so therapeutic. My firend Alex (a girl) said that a blog is a bit self indulgent. I agree. I need some self indulgence every now and then. And by that I mean everyday. That's my goal: post once a day for hopefully a year. It's nice to get my thoughts out in one place, and it's good to write everyday. Maybe I'll eventually tell my friends about the blog. Maybe I'll even figure out a name for it, or just keep it as {In Lieu Of A Name} I think thats a nice title.
Off being pensive,
Daniel
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Funeral Dirge.
Today there was a death in my family. Bertha, my 1998 Honda minivan, broke down. I am inconsolable. Here's how it happened:
So I was driving around, minding my business after a fun dinner at 5 guys burgers and fries. With far too many fries to be healthy. Anyways. Andro and I intended to do these two physics problems there and eat delicious burgers at the same time. That didn't happen; we would much rather eat fries rather than do problems. On the way home to actually work on problems, Bertha started to make some funny noises. At first I thought it was the gravel in the road but then the sound got progressively louder and then the car jerked and sputtered and the stearing wheel gave too much resistance and then I thought the car would blow up and I feared for my life. Andrea was laughing her head off. I pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream shop that was close by and called my dad to come assess the situation.
Full disclosure: Apparently Bertha is not dead, per se. A belt came off where it's supposed to be, so it isn't broken, but they need to figure out why it moved since that could be indicative of a greater problem. Also the check engine light has been on for the past month and I didn't check it out. Also the CE light is always on so it really didn't mean anything.
At the ice cream place Andrea and I tried to work on physics but obviously we got no work done. It was cold and the sun in the sky obviously lied to us that morning about the temperature since I was not well-equipped for the cold. My T-shirt gave me no cold defense. +0 ice def. Pathetic.
We ended up going back to my house amidst a lot of tears on my part to finish these two problems. Did you know that the moment of inertia for a triangle rotated along its height is 1/12*b*h*h*h? Yeah neither did we. We know the answer but we couldn't get the answer through many, many, MANY derivations and anti-derivations. It was awful. At one point we thought we had it. We were off by .5 B*H. recognizable by the simple triangle area formula. But lambda does not equal that. And we forgot to square the distance in the parallel axis theorem. Oy. We were so off. Oh well. We tried. I think.
Sitting Shiva
Dan
So I was driving around, minding my business after a fun dinner at 5 guys burgers and fries. With far too many fries to be healthy. Anyways. Andro and I intended to do these two physics problems there and eat delicious burgers at the same time. That didn't happen; we would much rather eat fries rather than do problems. On the way home to actually work on problems, Bertha started to make some funny noises. At first I thought it was the gravel in the road but then the sound got progressively louder and then the car jerked and sputtered and the stearing wheel gave too much resistance and then I thought the car would blow up and I feared for my life. Andrea was laughing her head off. I pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream shop that was close by and called my dad to come assess the situation.
Full disclosure: Apparently Bertha is not dead, per se. A belt came off where it's supposed to be, so it isn't broken, but they need to figure out why it moved since that could be indicative of a greater problem. Also the check engine light has been on for the past month and I didn't check it out. Also the CE light is always on so it really didn't mean anything.
At the ice cream place Andrea and I tried to work on physics but obviously we got no work done. It was cold and the sun in the sky obviously lied to us that morning about the temperature since I was not well-equipped for the cold. My T-shirt gave me no cold defense. +0 ice def. Pathetic.
We ended up going back to my house amidst a lot of tears on my part to finish these two problems. Did you know that the moment of inertia for a triangle rotated along its height is 1/12*b*h*h*h? Yeah neither did we. We know the answer but we couldn't get the answer through many, many, MANY derivations and anti-derivations. It was awful. At one point we thought we had it. We were off by .5 B*H. recognizable by the simple triangle area formula. But lambda does not equal that. And we forgot to square the distance in the parallel axis theorem. Oy. We were so off. Oh well. We tried. I think.
Sitting Shiva
Dan
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Hump day. Wednesday. The third day in which I manage to write for three days in a row, at a constant time in which posting should now be done everyday
Whoo hoo. Third day third day! I seem to be obsessed with actually posting three times in a row. I've mentioned it in 66.6666666% of my posts. I mean, I must be committed. Ah look I made a pun.
Any-who, now that I've posted three times, at the same time, in a row, I should be able to post everyday, without missing a day. Even if the post is lackluster and boring, I will have posted nonetheless. It helps that Google Chrome opens up every day to my blog so that I have to face myself each time I go online to procrastinate. Which is often. Very often.
I have a research paper outline to type up by tomorrow morning. This is going to be such a fun night for me! *Le Sigh* I'll get over it. Sleep is for the weak, yadayadayada... The one good thing about this paper is that I've been reading so much more because of it. And it's making me read thing I wouldn't usually read, like plays. I never would read a play for fun. But now I've gone through 6 of Edward Albee's plays (since my RP is all about "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (I am George, I am)) and it's amazing. LOVE THE SANDBOX. Who am I? I don't even know anymore (and two days ago I sounded so confident as to who I was/am).
I don't feel like making a super long post. Tomorrow is Thursday, which means that Friday comes afterwards. I have a love/hate relationship with Rebecca Black. Obviously I love to hate her. A deep analysis of her song is planned for Friday.
Love me?
Dan
Any-who, now that I've posted three times, at the same time, in a row, I should be able to post everyday, without missing a day. Even if the post is lackluster and boring, I will have posted nonetheless. It helps that Google Chrome opens up every day to my blog so that I have to face myself each time I go online to procrastinate. Which is often. Very often.
I have a research paper outline to type up by tomorrow morning. This is going to be such a fun night for me! *Le Sigh* I'll get over it. Sleep is for the weak, yadayadayada... The one good thing about this paper is that I've been reading so much more because of it. And it's making me read thing I wouldn't usually read, like plays. I never would read a play for fun. But now I've gone through 6 of Edward Albee's plays (since my RP is all about "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (I am George, I am)) and it's amazing. LOVE THE SANDBOX. Who am I? I don't even know anymore (and two days ago I sounded so confident as to who I was/am).
I don't feel like making a super long post. Tomorrow is Thursday, which means that Friday comes afterwards. I have a love/hate relationship with Rebecca Black. Obviously I love to hate her. A deep analysis of her song is planned for Friday.
Love me?
Dan
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Second Day. In which I miraculously write again and tell you everything wrong with the US Education system.
Doesn't that title sound lofty? Well, it is, but I shall rise to the challenge.
As a TL;DR, here's my argument. Teachers get shit pay. The education system is flawed. Kids suck at learning. College is a business.
First off, an analogy. Imagine that school is just a giant slide. The ladder up is school, and after school you can go down that big, fun, exciting slide that is the rest of your adult life. I mean, I can't wait to get the chance to go down this extraordinary slide right now. But that's just it, I probably never will. I'm going to climb for 6 years of elementary school, and then 3 more or middle school and then another 4 years of high school climbing will commence. By this time my arms are tired from hoisting myself up for so long and pushing too hard. Just to go down this lousy slide. But here's the best part: If I want to be able to fully enjoy my slide-ride, I should probably get a job. Which requires a degree. Which requires, at the very least, another 4 years of college. BUT WAIT! I don't just get to enter into college, oh no, that would be too easy. I, along with the rest of the graduating high school class, must test/apply/beg to get into a college that will prepare me for my slide-ride. Or at least, prepare me for graduate school. Oh, did I forget to mention that in this day of inflated grades and inflated degrees, to get a job that used to require an undergraduate degree I really need a post-grad or doctorate level degree? Oh I didn't, did I. Let's add an extra 3 to 8 years onto that ladder climb. Feels more like a hike now doesn't it. Right now that is a total of anywhere from 16 - 24 years of schooling, coming out with a doctorate somewhere around age 30.
But that doesn't even begin to cover what they teach in school. I'm not bashing any curricula, I'm dead set against how they teach. In elementary school they teach to prepare students to middle school, in middle you prep for high school, and for 4 years of high school you are trained to get into a good college, because heaven knows college is the gate to a good job. Never are you taught how to think, or how to be creative, or even how to learn. Instead, we are stiffed and taught how to survive in a new school environment that we "can't possibly be ready for". I mean, without the help of these awesome schools, we all would definitely all just fail in school, right?
School should teach us to learn, and should foster a passion for something, anything. Unfortunately this is extremely hard, as trying to get each student to be interested in something and then actually have them go and actively pursue their knowledge is difficult. Kids are lazy. And if they are lazy for the most part, why should a teacher want to help? It's really a multi piece problem: the system itself is flawed, but lazy students don't lend themselves to change or a changing system. In the end teachers get hurt while athletes get millions of dollars for running (can you feel my disdain?)
On a completely different note, I've been reading some good books this past few weeks. "A Novel Bookstore" by Laurence Cosse. Excellent book translated from French to English. You'll get more out of it if you know basic Paris geography. Know what they mean if the narrator is talking about the arrondisment. Also, a Zombie Novel called "Allison Hewitt is Trapped" by Madeline Roux. I enjoyed it and read all 3xx pages in like 2 days. "The Handmaid's Tale" we read in class in English and I absolutely loved it. Get out there and read it.
That's all for today. Tomorrow I go and concur the "Three Day Hill" in which I hopefully write for a full three days in a row and make blogging a part of my daily ritual (as Facebook and procrastinating are now!).
Good Night, Good Light.
Dan
As a TL;DR, here's my argument. Teachers get shit pay. The education system is flawed. Kids suck at learning. College is a business.
First off, an analogy. Imagine that school is just a giant slide. The ladder up is school, and after school you can go down that big, fun, exciting slide that is the rest of your adult life. I mean, I can't wait to get the chance to go down this extraordinary slide right now. But that's just it, I probably never will. I'm going to climb for 6 years of elementary school, and then 3 more or middle school and then another 4 years of high school climbing will commence. By this time my arms are tired from hoisting myself up for so long and pushing too hard. Just to go down this lousy slide. But here's the best part: If I want to be able to fully enjoy my slide-ride, I should probably get a job. Which requires a degree. Which requires, at the very least, another 4 years of college. BUT WAIT! I don't just get to enter into college, oh no, that would be too easy. I, along with the rest of the graduating high school class, must test/apply/beg to get into a college that will prepare me for my slide-ride. Or at least, prepare me for graduate school. Oh, did I forget to mention that in this day of inflated grades and inflated degrees, to get a job that used to require an undergraduate degree I really need a post-grad or doctorate level degree? Oh I didn't, did I. Let's add an extra 3 to 8 years onto that ladder climb. Feels more like a hike now doesn't it. Right now that is a total of anywhere from 16 - 24 years of schooling, coming out with a doctorate somewhere around age 30.
But that doesn't even begin to cover what they teach in school. I'm not bashing any curricula, I'm dead set against how they teach. In elementary school they teach to prepare students to middle school, in middle you prep for high school, and for 4 years of high school you are trained to get into a good college, because heaven knows college is the gate to a good job. Never are you taught how to think, or how to be creative, or even how to learn. Instead, we are stiffed and taught how to survive in a new school environment that we "can't possibly be ready for". I mean, without the help of these awesome schools, we all would definitely all just fail in school, right?
School should teach us to learn, and should foster a passion for something, anything. Unfortunately this is extremely hard, as trying to get each student to be interested in something and then actually have them go and actively pursue their knowledge is difficult. Kids are lazy. And if they are lazy for the most part, why should a teacher want to help? It's really a multi piece problem: the system itself is flawed, but lazy students don't lend themselves to change or a changing system. In the end teachers get hurt while athletes get millions of dollars for running (can you feel my disdain?)
On a completely different note, I've been reading some good books this past few weeks. "A Novel Bookstore" by Laurence Cosse. Excellent book translated from French to English. You'll get more out of it if you know basic Paris geography. Know what they mean if the narrator is talking about the arrondisment. Also, a Zombie Novel called "Allison Hewitt is Trapped" by Madeline Roux. I enjoyed it and read all 3xx pages in like 2 days. "The Handmaid's Tale" we read in class in English and I absolutely loved it. Get out there and read it.
That's all for today. Tomorrow I go and concur the "Three Day Hill" in which I hopefully write for a full three days in a row and make blogging a part of my daily ritual (as Facebook and procrastinating are now!).
Good Night, Good Light.
Dan
Monday, April 4, 2011
A post to get things rolling; An Introduction in which we meet our protagonists.
Hello all,
You all deserve to know who I am if i expect you all to keep reading. I am a kid, a teenager on the cusp of graduating from one school being shuttled to another one. I have a few names, if that makes sense. I know it doesn't but I'll explain. My given name is Daniel, and I like that name. Dan, Daniel, Danny. Ok, I don't really like Danny but the other two are fair game. Dan is my family name; it's the name my close family call me or my very early friends or my newly made friends. Any friends made in the last two years of high school or in elementary school will call me Dan.
Now I said before that I have a few names. Another one is Wendi. Yes Wendi, with an i. And I know what you're thinking right now. Something along the lines of "how gay is this kid to be called by a stupid girls name?" Actually I hope most of you don't think that but there might be some of you I've pegged to a tee. Others of you probably don't care and think I'm some sort of loon to pay this much attention to names. Well I think names are powerful and have a lot of meaning. Anyways. I got this name in middle school from a friend. Most people who call me Wendi don't actually know where it comes from. They just see me as a big friendly guy with a disarming name so it's easy to make friends with me. The name actually stemmed from playing a prank on a substitute in sixth grade. My friend talia switched names with Sara, and since neither could remember that they actually switched names we ended up calling them tsara and stalia. I didn't have anyone to swith with so talia dubbed me Wendy. I changed it to be Wendi with an i to really own the name. It's different with a nickname. You get the Power to decide your own name for once so you'd better not screw it up. Wendi ended up fusing with part of Dan and thus created wendidani, probably my favorite Internet name I have. And this conveniently leads into my last and newest name:
Xince. It's the newest identity I have. It's a little silly, but it's my online gaming name and general forum name. I got it from a random generator. I know, how out of my control is that? But I owned Xince, and now it's mine.
Whenever I don one of these names I take on an entirely different personality. Daniel is more reserved, Wendi is outgoing but still unsure of his own skin sometimes, and Xince will rush into battle to save comrades or fight a war on the forums with his array of words. I know, how weird does it get? And ive only told you about my names, you have no idea who or what I am. Here comes allllll that.
I am eighteen as of this moment, closer to being nineteen than I'd like to be. I am gay and have known this since I was eleven and have been out since I was either thirteen or fourteen. It's a wonderful feelng to fInally come out; you have no idea how long you've been holding your breath until you finally breathe again. I have a great family that supported and still supports me. I'd be lost without my mom, dad, and sister. I'll refer to them as sister, mother, and dad or something like that; I'm not willing to give everyone with Internet access to their names. Much too valuable information. I have awesome friends. I take hard subjects in school and do pretty well in tem. Well, all but ap physics. I need to do something about that... Anyways. I am starting/started this blog as a sort of diary where everyone can read it. It's a inconspicuous little piece of the giant collection of tubes that is the interwebs. As long as I'm not some amazing writer who is amazingly fascimaging, that should happen. I love video games. Lovelovelove them. Escpecially jrpgs. I probably made friends wih that comment. I cannot stand fps though. I probably made more enemies with that statement. Oh well. It's my choice.
This is my life. You're reading it. In the next installment we see Daniel face off against the American education system and his high school career, as well as some good books he has read in his schooling career. Sounds like a fun time and you'd be crazy to miss it.
Thanks.
Dan
You all deserve to know who I am if i expect you all to keep reading. I am a kid, a teenager on the cusp of graduating from one school being shuttled to another one. I have a few names, if that makes sense. I know it doesn't but I'll explain. My given name is Daniel, and I like that name. Dan, Daniel, Danny. Ok, I don't really like Danny but the other two are fair game. Dan is my family name; it's the name my close family call me or my very early friends or my newly made friends. Any friends made in the last two years of high school or in elementary school will call me Dan.
Now I said before that I have a few names. Another one is Wendi. Yes Wendi, with an i. And I know what you're thinking right now. Something along the lines of "how gay is this kid to be called by a stupid girls name?" Actually I hope most of you don't think that but there might be some of you I've pegged to a tee. Others of you probably don't care and think I'm some sort of loon to pay this much attention to names. Well I think names are powerful and have a lot of meaning. Anyways. I got this name in middle school from a friend. Most people who call me Wendi don't actually know where it comes from. They just see me as a big friendly guy with a disarming name so it's easy to make friends with me. The name actually stemmed from playing a prank on a substitute in sixth grade. My friend talia switched names with Sara, and since neither could remember that they actually switched names we ended up calling them tsara and stalia. I didn't have anyone to swith with so talia dubbed me Wendy. I changed it to be Wendi with an i to really own the name. It's different with a nickname. You get the Power to decide your own name for once so you'd better not screw it up. Wendi ended up fusing with part of Dan and thus created wendidani, probably my favorite Internet name I have. And this conveniently leads into my last and newest name:
Xince. It's the newest identity I have. It's a little silly, but it's my online gaming name and general forum name. I got it from a random generator. I know, how out of my control is that? But I owned Xince, and now it's mine.
Whenever I don one of these names I take on an entirely different personality. Daniel is more reserved, Wendi is outgoing but still unsure of his own skin sometimes, and Xince will rush into battle to save comrades or fight a war on the forums with his array of words. I know, how weird does it get? And ive only told you about my names, you have no idea who or what I am. Here comes allllll that.
I am eighteen as of this moment, closer to being nineteen than I'd like to be. I am gay and have known this since I was eleven and have been out since I was either thirteen or fourteen. It's a wonderful feelng to fInally come out; you have no idea how long you've been holding your breath until you finally breathe again. I have a great family that supported and still supports me. I'd be lost without my mom, dad, and sister. I'll refer to them as sister, mother, and dad or something like that; I'm not willing to give everyone with Internet access to their names. Much too valuable information. I have awesome friends. I take hard subjects in school and do pretty well in tem. Well, all but ap physics. I need to do something about that... Anyways. I am starting/started this blog as a sort of diary where everyone can read it. It's a inconspicuous little piece of the giant collection of tubes that is the interwebs. As long as I'm not some amazing writer who is amazingly fascimaging, that should happen. I love video games. Lovelovelove them. Escpecially jrpgs. I probably made friends wih that comment. I cannot stand fps though. I probably made more enemies with that statement. Oh well. It's my choice.
This is my life. You're reading it. In the next installment we see Daniel face off against the American education system and his high school career, as well as some good books he has read in his schooling career. Sounds like a fun time and you'd be crazy to miss it.
Thanks.
Dan
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