So It Goes.

“So it goes.” This line is repeatedly said throughout the novel Slaughter House Five. I recently read this novel by Kurt Vonnegut and it dawned on me that one of the motifs of this novel is something to think about. “So it goes” would be said after someone or something died. This quote related to the protagonists’ experience with the aliens called the Trafalimordians. The protagonist, Billy, claimed that he had been abducted by this Trafalimordians and that they were able to teach him an important lesson. Billy says that theses aliens lived life the way they wanted and did not mourn the dead. They believed that a person died at that moment, but they would still be alive in a different moment in their lives. This followed their belief that time was circular and that a person’s life just continued in a cycle. Once you die you would still be alive at a previous moment. That would explain why the dead were never mourned. This idea that time is circular is strange to think about. If we are never really die but are actually alive all the time at a different time in our lives. And that while we are living in this moment another version of us is living another scene of our lives. If this were true that would mean our whole lives were already planned out and everything we did with our decisions were really not our decisions. Instead they are the choices that a previous version of us made and later versions would continuously take. If time is truly circular like in the novel that means that the idea of free will is completely false. We have no say in our lives and nothing we do really matters. I hope that the novel’s theme of circular time and no free will is not true. It is horrible to live our lives thinking that everything we do is worthless. To think that we have no way to change our future if we start on a bad path. Vonnegut’s theme that free will is an illusion brings readers to question the true value of everyday decisions. Hopefully this theory circular time and that everything in our lives is planned out is false, because I want to be able to control my future and to know that the decisions I make actually mean something.

and my google poem thing..

Where are my Shoes

How I tie my shoes

Teach a child to tie their shoes in 5 minutes

Teaching your child to read in 100 easy lessons

Living to 100 life expectancy calculator

Martha stewart living

Creative exercise

Audience: My Friends

Character: A man shaving off his beard

Setting: A room where someone has died

At the scene of the crime was an old man, with the most rugged look. His face was filled with fear as a dead man lay beside him. However, that’s not the only thing that filled his face. His face was filled with the longest beard I have ever seen. In fact it was so much hair that if he ended up cutting it off, you probably would have never recognized him. When the police came and tried to arrest him, he resisted. He fought until he used every single ounce of his energy and until the police just knocked him out. Into the jail cell the bearded man went, being accused of murder. Since there were no witnesses, no one knew what actually happen, or they thought there were no witnesses. I can say that I was the only witness. I saw the whole accident happen through my 12^th floor window. Soon after the bearded man was arrested, he was put into questioning. The detectives beat the bearded man to get answers out, however we refused to respond. As days, months, years passed as the man just rotted in jail. His facial hair grew so long that you could only see his eyes. In the Indianapolis prison is where he resided. One day after school, I turned on the TV. Breaking news was everywhere, and It was all about the same thing. The bearded man had escaped. The bearded man uses his beard to his advantage. According to police officials the bearded man shaved so no one would recognize him, and then he killed assassinated a police officer to escape wearing his uniform. So, now people are struck with fear, and are always cautious of bearded men. But I know the truth. The bearded man was just about to start shaving, as one of his closest friends tried to pull a prank and scare him. His friend snuck up on him and acted like a mugger. He said,” move or die.” Out of reflex the bearded man just turned around and struck the man, not knowing it was his own friend. When people are worried of a murderer on the loose, I am not. I know the bearded man committed a accident.

Pet Peeves

Today's topic is pet peeves. For those that don't know, pet peeves are little objects or actions that irritate you. As I have lived my 18 years of life, I have accumulated four main pet peeves.

The first pet peeve that I have has to deal with notebook paper. Let’s say that a friend asks for some paper, and you have a spiral notebook with preferred edges. I would try to avoid having to tear paper out of my notebook. I hate tearing paper out of my notebook because in high school I would often run a few pages short towards the end of the year due to my constant removal of paper. Then I would have to go out and buy a new notebook, just to use the first few pages.

My second pet peeve is when people lay in my bed for a long time, and when I want to go lay down, it contains this awkward body warmth that is not mine. I don’t mind it when people lay in bed, but when it’s right before I want to sleep and its all warm, no me gusta.

My third pet peeve is when people correct me on the smallest mistakes when I’m talking. Grammar corrections, I don’t mind because I need to use correct grammar anyway, but the ones about numbers. For Example, One day I went to walmart with some of my friends and I saw this awesome shirt for $8.99. I ended up buying it and taking it back to the dorm to show my roommate. My roommate asked me how much I got it for, and I told him 10 bucks. Then out of nowhere my friend goes, “No, he got it for 9.” For me, I feel like this is the most unnecessary time to correct someone. Do you really care if I was a 50 cents off? But anyways that’s my number 3.

The last and final pet peeve that I have is when people talk about a subject as if they know everything about it, but its obvious that they really don’t. An example would be a person who has never kept up with the NBA, but they try to argue with me on information on teams and players. I am a HUGE NBA fan; in fact I probably check nba.com more often than my facebook.

So, that’s it. I hope you guys don’t think I’m weird.

SNOW BATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Today’s topic is snow. Snow is frozen water. It is nice and fluffy and white. The interesting thing about snow is that it gives off heat. Is that not fascinating? Well enough with the facts about snow. Today, the president and activities coordinator of my fellowship decided to make an event today. That event was to have a huge snowball fight with our fellow brothers and sisters. When I first received the email about this super snowball fight, I wasn’t very excited. In fact, I told myself that I wasn’t going to go. I would much rather go to war and play some basketball instead. For some reason, playing in the snow just didn’t seem that appealing to me. If I went out, I would just freeze my butt off, and get snowballs thrown at me all day. Plus I’m 18, its time I mature up.

I ended up going to war. After a few games, there was still enough time for me to go back to my room, and get ready for this epic battle. Some of my other friends that I played ball with said they were going to stop by the snow ball fight. I was hesitant, but I decided to go since we were only going to be there for like 5 minutes. When I got there, I was overwhelmed by the amount of people that actually showed up. Especially since 85 percent of the people there were older than me.

Once I saw people playing however, I had a change of heart. I couldn’t resist the happiness and delight in everyone’s faces, so I finally jumped in. My inner child came out and I ended up throwing snowballs and tackling everyone in the snow for an hour. Regardless if you were a girl or a guy, you had to watch your back for some sneaky people trying to knock you over. I haven’t had that much fun in the snow for a while. So long story short, snow has no age limit. I think that no matter what age you are, you will always be able to have fun throwing a few snowballs and just living life with your amigos.