Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Chapter 1

Wow. It's cold outside.


Where should I start today? Well, I'm really only writing this because I have nothing better to do, considering my first Chem lab was today and we only talked about safety and the like, which took all of 20 minutes of what would be a normal 3-hr lab. So now I have an additional 2 1/2 hrs on top of my regular 3 hr break before my last class of the day at 230p. I think I might watch a couple more episodes of Shining Inheritance, eat some food, and probably squeeze a nap somewhere in there. I don't really remember where I was going with my last post, so maybe I'll finish that at another time. Who knows.


As I was looking at my planner last night, I realized how organized I am this semester. I haven't forgotten to do any homework or readings, and I actually have remembered to read them ahead of time, meaning more than the day before it's due. I feel proud of myself for having achieved this feat. After 3 semesters at college, I have finally discovered how to handle my classes. Better late than never, I presume.


Also last night, I went to a friend's house for our weekly life group. Normally I go to the one on Sunday night, but I've decided that I'm going to go to the Monday night one this entire semester. I think it's a way of me committing myself to something I should have been doing before, although I always went to the other one. When I arrived, I found that I was the only one who showed up, and that this was how it normally was. This led me to feel a little disappointment, maybe because I didn't get to socialize with my friends, but mostly I think because of the fact that nobody comes to this meeting yet the leader still waits for people to show up, if only to have a short discussion with one person. He asked me what I would like to talk about this semester, and at first I didn't have any ideas. And then they just came out of nowhere. I'd like to talk about trust; putting it not only in God but also in other people, which is something he and I decided had been lacking in our close community of friends. I then began to wonder why it's so hard to trust. Even after thinking about it, I still don't have an answer, and probably won't have a solid one for a long while. I've always wondered why it's so hard for some people to trust others. Of course it has to do with what they've experienced, but shouldn't every new person you meet be given a chance to have your trust put in them? Nobody is the same, therefore everybody should be given an equal chance at 'winning' your trust, right? Why is it human nature to be suspicious of others? People constantly put up 'walls' that are so thick it's almost impossible to break through, myself included. I guess I'll have to dig deeper into myself to answer this question.


I believe that's all I can write for now.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Introduction

So here I am, writing my first entry on my very own blog. It feels a little weird, having this website full of my thoughts written by me that can be read by anybody, anywhere. I'm not starting this so other people can read it. Rather, I'm doing it for myself. I have a lot of opinions on things, but never feel I should express them for fear of my views being challenged by another. Hopefully, this blog will be my opportunity to overcome that fear.


Even as I'm writing this, I feel somewhat stupid for starting a blog. I mean, what are you really supposed to write in these things? I guess I could start off with a topic I never grow tired of: music. Music has been my passion since before I can remember. I enjoy listening and observing other musicians, and occasionally performing myself. I'm not sure what it is about music that interests me so much, but I know it's not something I would be able to live without. And how simple is music, really? It could be just one voice; completely a capella. Or it could be a choir and full orchestra combined. What is it about music that brings out the emotion in people? Quite often I find myself listening an instrumental piece and wanting to cry, for the pure beauty of sound that is being created. If I could but bask in the glory of music for hours upon end, I don't think I would ever tire of it. I'm sure I'm not the only one in the world who sees music like I do, but I haven't come across very many. It saddens me to think that other people don't hear music like I do, that they just go through life not even knowing what they're missing.


I'll continue this later, when I am much more awake and ready to explain myself more clearly.
Hope you enjoyed my nonsense, if you were bored enough to read this.