sundays and what have you

i should have written about sundays and how hot the sun can get some time ago,i did want to and at times even put down a few sentences down only to have my mind dart to other issues.Not that i regret it,i figure and im sure you do too that such a post wouldnt really make someone stop whatever they were doing for five minutes.And if she did she wouldnt leave laughing silently at the jokes only she and i understood or promise herself to come back every few hours because she finally has found someplace where she can call home.No that would most probably not be the case and to go further and claim that after a few weeks of what started out only as a simple accidental visit to an obscure blog but within a few days became an obsession,she would come looking for the mastermind of such dangerous writing, would be blowing my own trumpet never mind that even if i had one it wouldnt be big enough to warrant the trouble of blowing it in my own.
But Sundays can get hot especially when you have nothing to do and view going to church as something you cannot do.More than the temperatures(and they are bad enough on their own)one has to contend with a period from sunrise upto sunset or thereabouts in which there is absolutely nothing to do.Tv for some reason sees no reason in airing anything entertaining during these times and radio is even worse.Those like my beloved mother who usually go to church spend the whole day there and on very many occassions the night too.It is then that i realize that any conversation is good conversation and that people are way better companions than dogs,books or even the internet.On those days i do go to church(once i have convinced myself that God loves me as i am)i usually get a good feeling that lasts something like two days before going back to my old rollercoaster self.But as much as it may look like a shallow sort of person saying things that he shouldnt even be saying the truth is i would really love to go to church im just looking for a different sort of motivation much like the way i have to change my style from being too confining and interesting to including many more words(otherwise called being wordy)and boring.I mean you have to write a lot more for it to make any sense at all and you have to be more expressive ie dont just say the sky is blue talk of the sky and the day being sunny and calm and the people walking around dressed in bright clothes just like a commercial and the grass and the kids and the positive emotions you get from this. The fact that im even writing about this is proof that im willing to change even if it means going to church for one sunday a month usually when they arent collecting any special offerings and also on the hypothetical family sunday when the pastor takes as short as ten minutes reason being that on family sunday people have to spend time with family in their houses and there should be no other people strictly indoors with or without food but the pastor is allowed to stay with any family since he is our earthly father.Then i would be pastor-i would have to change a lot of me and add alot that is not me but anyone would agree that the rewards are more than just cheese.

diary of a campus kid

looking out my window i can see cars and girls which tells you that im either a campus kid or a person who enjoys their views.it also tells you that im male something that isnt really well defined in our present society but just to go back a bit im both a campus kid and i love my views,infact i practically fought to get this room and the rewards (as iam now listening to some soothing house)are free eye candy and candy too but candy is too western we call them sweets here just thought i would say that before someone starts mistaking me for an american something that i wouldnt really be proud of much like i wouldnt be proud of listening to rap music or walking on the road wearing a suit or anything that potrays order and direction in life or walking with someone who does.I do have exams and they freak me out sometimes or at least they used to until i discovered that education isnt all about grades,there are so many other things you have to do in these four short years which cannot be written here because my snoop of a kid brother would ultimately tell mum of the evils her son has been engaged in.The thrashing and all other forms of pain wouldnt be as bad as the fact that all my twilight missions would be halted,i would be forced to stay at home on fridays watching movies or doing something like that or even more boring sitting through an hour or so of so called family talk where mother forces everyone to smile and the ease with which my younger brother enjoys it and the enthusiasm with which he announces to all of us with a shout that mama is calling us all down just makes it worse.So i would rather things stay as they are where every friday i have classes upto 8 oclock then i have group discussion upto midnight by which time it is too late to come home so i just spend the night in my room and go home in the morning.They havent known yet that i have only one morning class on friday which isnt as bad as all those other things they know nothing about.But today i have to read because lies can only go so far ,at the end of the day good grades have to show just to safeguard your lie if at least.But then again there are many ways of getting good grades and im not saying anything else

point of view

doing things intuitively has the advantage of one being able to cut to the chase pretty quick ,feeling a lot smarter than most and picking out the most easily manipulated people for friends.But there is always a nagging doubt for instance i have never looked up the meaning of the word paradox but i am pretty sure the meaning is something like the way music is both therapeutic and an addictive drug at the same time.but even then im not really sure,is that not an irony or is it not any of them.This despite, i have seen(at least in my case) the capability of it transforming you from a doodling kid(kinda like what i am now) to a sage and still remain relevant and easily noticed for not being a fake.In most other cases it fills out those blanks mere mortals concentrate on without your notice then popping out the ideas at its own appropriate time hence for the most part you will look less than the mere mortal only to come up with the most out of the box ideas which will either not be understood or hardly understood leaving you looking even more of a fool .The most scary part however or not for most i guess though it should be(just goes to show you how evil the system is)is the mind reading constant second guessing and building mountains out of molehills(just one of the advantages you get-a phrase you never even thought you remembered being used in context just because it 'feels' right )which means forming a totally theoretical theory about someone or something but mostly someone-we dont happen to hate things as much as we hate people and we generally arent that much worried about the 'things' we love.this usually from a small fragment of so called proof which in itself is a formation of our minds to justify our already formed theories.It could also be one of my all time favourites and something ive talked of already-starting small with no idea of the end but getting there and realizing there is no connection with the start but that it somehow fits,never changing the ends or beginings but always messing about with whatever is in between.Perfectionist tendencies also come in thoug im not entirely sure if this is intuitive,i may just be extrapolating someones character flaws.and speaking of character flaws there is laziness which isnt at all related(entirely debetable)to the not using of fullstops or commas and not following of all other grammatical rules,to the spending half or more waking hours in bed,to the working in brief bursts of motivation in between long periods of not doing anything 'tangible',the working backwards from the solution and finishing it in less than half the time allocated or not finishing it at all again because you did not 'feel' it.I know its a total waste of someones life but we love it.