Looks like there’s also a chance of thunder and lightning. Excellent. I’ve never been afraid of the booms and the flashes of light; in fact, I’m really fascinated by it. I love to sit by the window and watch the lightning streak across the sky, and it’s even better if I happen to be driving towards the storm while it’s all happening.

In non-weather news, I got a copy of Adobe Audition 2.0 for my home PC, so now I can work on putting out that demo I always talk about. I wish I had a respectable singing voice, but if a band like Aiden can somehow have fans, I’m sure I can pull it off.

Umm… I guess that’s all for now. I really don’t want this to turn into a “OMG guess what happened to me today LOLOLOLOL!!!” blog, because… well, that’s boring. Until tomorrow.

Anyway, dreaming. It’s my belief that the subconscious is a major part of your soul, of your being. When you sleep, you’re living another life that your body yearns to live every day, but can’t because you are only one body. So when you sleep, you’re really living out your subconscious’ life. Your subconscious is really a second, intertwined being that you share a soul with. It can be either male or female. Whenever you have a nagging feeling, a “voice in your head” moment, a second thought, that’s your subconscious talking to you. It is possible to communicate with them, either by thought or by giving your voice over to them to have an actual out-loud conversation, but (as you’re probably thinking) this is looked down up in public because it looks like you’re just talking to yourself, which you are, but not in a crazy way… you get it.

I realize this is heavy stuff and that you probably don’t accept it as truth. Okay, fine. I don’t expect anyone to really believe in it or care about it. These are just my ideas and what I can accept as truth based upon my experiences.

The Red Sox are currently tied in the 8th 1-1 with the Rays, so… gotta go.

So… why does this bother me?

I believe it’s just my unsatisfied nature. If we’ve come so far along in our “evolution,” then why are some of us terrified of spiders and rodents? I know it’s human instinct to fear these things, but come on. We can mash them with one fell swoop. Bah… I dunno, kind of morbid and gross, I know, but… well, point made.

Violence is human nature, has been since day one when our ancestors were in a fight for their lives every day. I know the old cliche’ is that humans are the only species that kill each other and that oh my gosh, that’s so horrible. Well… it is. We kill for food, for land, for pride, and for no reason at all. Killing… what the fuck. Why do we ever have to do this shit? We think of ourselves as the pinnacle of evolution because we can talk about the past, present, and future, all in conditional terms, and because we’re bi-peds and we control the who damn planet. How can we think that means anything when all our kind can ever be remembered for is violence?

I swear, when other species visit Earth and discover our time, they’ll be unable to figure out why, with all the other issues we’ve faced in the history of humanity, we ever resorted to hurting our own kind. And yes, I do believe we are not alone in the galaxy. How arrogant can you be to believe that in all the other clusters of stars and all the other solar systems within them, we are the only intelligent species? For all we know, there might other species right in the nearest system with technology all ready to make contact with us. Then, they probably see how violent we are and think better of it.

Ugh… I can’t go on about this. I seriously get worked up. Stay tuned though, I’ll blow my mind the fuck up all over this blog and something cool will happen.

I guess that’s enough on this rant.

Anyway, I enjoy riding my bike for the health reasons, but another huge reason is that I’m a big fan of wind. I can’t sleep without a fan on and sitting less than an inch away from my head (this does not work in my favor when I grow my hair out) and nothing is more relaxing that just feeling the breeze.

That had nothing to do with my story. I got to campus and locked up my bike and was walking towards the union, where WMEB is located, and noticed that people were staring at me. At first, I thought they were just reading my shirt (it says “Old School Player” with a turntable on it. I’m cool.), but it was soon apparent they were looking at me, not my clothes. I was about to start thinking pretty horrible thought about them, when I realized, “Wait a minute… how would I know they’re staring at me if I wasn’t staring at them?” It became obvious. People look at each other all the time. I know that some people like to think that they’re constantly being either judged or checked out, but really… come on. Get over yourself. People just like to look. I know I do. I read shirts, I look at hats, I check out brands of clothes, and so does everyone else. Sure, there are some people who get off on scanning everyone they see and judging them by their clothes, body, or accessories, but really… fuck them.

Whew. Revelations like that feel good. I’m sure some of you will read this and be like, “Uh, yeah, no kidding,” and good for you. I’m not claiming to be some sort of prophet, only someone who observes what he sees in everyday life and gives his take on it.

I bought a new book today, Mass Effect: Ascention. So, y’know… brb nerding.

I realize this post is lacking… substance. It’s really just a hello and a “what to expect” page. So, we have the hello part done, let’s get to the “what to expect.”

This is going to be my space to write anything that comes into my mind. This is kind of a risk for me, because I generally don’t open up to anyone, but I’ve come to a point where I think someone out there might get some amusement from knowing what goes on inside my head all day. I know I keep myself amused. I think it’s a risk for anyone to put themselves out there like that, and that’s why I idolize guys like Jim Morrison, Edgar Allan Poe, and Jack Kerouac. They wrote about themselves, about what was really going on in their heads, no matter how off-bear or disturbing it may have been, and that is what made them great writers. I believe writing about anything other than the truth is a disservice to your audience. This is not to say authors like, say, Ray Bradbury and Drew Karpyshyn, are not good because they write straight fiction. While the settings may be complete constructions of their imagination, the characters within the stories have very true emotions, actions, and reactions. When your characters are not believable, your story is not believable.

Enough about my theories on creative writing. Just sit there, read away, and judge for yourself. More than that I cannot ask of you.