Lost Locke-ian theory

Talking to my mom makes me realize that life really is pretty good right now. Or, at least, it's not bad.

I'm fairly successfully saving up money.
I paid off 1/4th of the remaining balance on my car loan today. It should be paid off by the end of the year.
I've lost almost half of the weight I want to lose, in just over a month. That's a lot.
I have a chance of doing pretty well in my classes this semester.
I'm in general able to stay alert and pay attention at both work and school.

Not much is happening socially, but that's honestly not too much of a loss in my opinion. At least for now.


Every day, my desire to go live abroad gets stronger and stronger. Most philosophers agree on pretty much only one thing: knowledge=best. They all disagree on what exactly constitutes knowledge, but all essentially say that the attainment of knowledge is the path to all fulfillment. (Except for maybe Hobbes, but who likes Hobbes anyway. What a jerk.) In my Theory class, we just talked about John Locke (see images below) and Kant. Locke believed that when we are born, we start out as a complete blank slate- Tabula rasa - and all knowledge comes from experience. We have the ability to reason, and all of this capacity to contain information and interpret it, but it takes actually experiencing a person, place, object, etc to truly know it. So in this mindset, I have no knowledge of the world "out there" because I have no experience of/with/in it. Knowledge is paramount. Therefore? I must go.

Thanks for backing me up, Locke.



<~ John Locke from Lost John Locke the theorist~>

10 Dislinked Items or Less

I'm weary and aching from these long cold nights
My broken smile in the making, we try to pretend it's all alright

Oh let's take a boat on that water under the bridge
we built to span the distance between your intentions
and everything you did.

After all this time and troubles we've been through
I never thought it would break my heart to hear I love you

I remember every word like it was written just for me
Forget all the scrapes and scars that cross your mending heart
Those demons will go to sleep, I'll sing them a melody
Lay your head on my shoulder now dear


What do you do when you can't seem to stop loving someone you don't even really want to be with?

Rant rhymes with Ant

Sometimes I just get really mad. I get angry about where I am in life, or rather.. where I'm not in life. I had a plan. I was going to go to BYU, major in Physics - Astronomy, and go work for NASA. But once things started to get tough, I gave up and decided it wasn't for me. Then I changed my plan. And started it. And failed it. And changed again! And look, I'm still nowhere. I mean sure, I've got another plan that should actually get me to a diploma, but what am I really going to do with a little flimsy piece of paper that says "Congratulations, you've spent enough wasted energy at this place, we'll give you some big BS in Sociology!" I should have graduated this year. I should be in graduate school, or interning at some awesome company, or touring the world, or something. Rather than this big fat nothing.

I should have had a life!

I should go to bed.

Randomoniousness

Hey, don't look at me like that. It's my blog. I'll go for however long I'd like without updating! Take that.

Today's pet peeve = when people use the word "downloading" incorrectly. For example, when a customer says: "I need help downloading the program to my computer" When they really mean: "I need help installing the program." Come on folks. Downloading is completely different from Installing.

A few things I've learned over the past few weeks = don't allow yourself to be turned from a Bridesmaid in to a 6-hour Babysitter. Avoid being the last person to move out of a student apartment that hasn't been completely vacated in years, you will have tons of plates and dishes and crap to get rid of by yourself. And, this diet I'm on does actually work. :)

Questions with no answers....

....should not be allowed.


Why do some strangers have a stronger impact on your life than others?
Why is it that with some people, you remember almost every word they've ever said to you?
How can certain songs carry so many strong memories?
Why is it that no matter how hard you try, there is no way to completely remove some people from your life?
Why is it sometimes so complicated to take the simplest route?

No question is so difficult to answer as that
which the answer is obvious.
-George Bernard Shaw

Random thoughts.

So, one trip down the stairs, 11 screws, one metal plate, and 2 months later, I'm starting to walk again. I have a big plan to go shopping this week for some shoes that will fit over my once-size-9 left foot so I can start walking outside more. It's very exciting to be able to walk with the assistance of only one crutch, leaving my other hand to be able to carry things. Something as simple as carrying your own glass of water can be incredibly fulfilling.

I'm seriously considering hiring a personal trainer at the gym to help me get back(....) in to shape, so I don't end up re-injuring this retarded ankle. Especially considering my McDreamy-wanna-be orthopedics doc won't get me in to physical therapy for another 3 weeks. Come on folks.

I have two years to graduate college (now that I'm 21...), save up $10,000, and lose x amount of lbs. Two years may seem like a long time, but it goes by reaally quickly. That is my deadline. I'm not entirely sure how feasible it's going to be to graduate college AND save $10,000, but hey. I figured yesterday that simply living at home for the next 2 years will save me just about $7,000. Europe, here I come!

In closing, I would like to leave you with an important term and definition...

Facebook (n.): yet another facet of life that enhances awareness of one's state of being single.

From the crutch to the cane to the highwire

"Nothing is more desirable than to be released from an
affliction, but nothing is more frightening than
to be divested of a crutch." - James Baldwin

So lately I've been thinking about independence. Boggles the mind why, given the facts: Friday was good old America Day, better known as the 4th of July; my leg is freshly liberated from its immobile status dictated by one green [tyrannical] cast; and I have regressed back to the time in life where I first learned how to walk. Except this time, I'm way less cute, and have a much greater distance to fall if gravity decides to stick it to me.

I have a 9-month old nephew who learned how to crawl this week. This morning, he managed to crawl out of my sister's room all the way down the hall and fall down the first set of stairs in their split-level staircase. He's still essentially made of rubber, as babies are, so he was totally fine apart from being a little scared. However, he was powerless to actually get back up the stairs. He couldn't just stand up and walk himself back to where he started. He was essentially helpless. He can eat food by himself, but he can't prepare it. And he sure can't walk.

I never thought I'd have so much in common with a 9-month old baby boy. He is basically the most adorable thing in the world, so maybe it's not so bad to have so much in common.

So what can I do, you ask? I can blog.