OH SHIT. SHIT. YES. My mechanical keyboard has just arrived. It’s pretty different typing on this… finding the keys is a bit of an adjustment. I’m making a lot more typos right now… it”s all just a different feel. The keys are a bit closer together than they were on my membrane keyboard, which I’m still keeping around for emergencies and whatever. But seriously, this is so nice. If I have to work on a paper over at my mom’s house, I’ll probably bring it over there so I can actually type on it. The membrane keyboard on her laptop sucks anyway (sorry Mom). You can hardly press down on its keys without thinking you’ll absolutely destroy them.
This thing. This thing is a tank. Oh my God. The response is just amazing. And the clicks. Oh yes, the clicks. It’s like when I type, all of my typing actually has a real life impact, it’s ridiculous. I’m so glad I spent this money. Corsair K70 Vengeance, you and I are together forever. ❤
This is so great. Just writing. I want to write so much now. Oh yes. It feels like my WPM is off the charts right now.
I’ve been getting back into exercise again. I realized how much I needed it after I noticed how much better I’d feel after working out during lunch. Sometimes I build up a bad mood from sitting around in class all day and then start feeling, not a desire, but an actual need to work out. I don’t know why it happens because I certainly don’t build up a bad mood if I sit all day at my house. I think it’s because during school, my thought process overall is different. It’s less relaxed, more prone to absorbing drama, I suppose I could say.
Though for now, at this moment, my typing has sped by my thoughts and left them behind. I’ll come by again when I have something more to say. Have a nice day everyone. 🙂
Sorry for the uber super late post. I procrastinated really hard. I actually liked this blog challenge, despite some shortcomings in a few of the prompts. It was a new way to stretch me out as a writer. I also like the idea of me ending this challenge on a Sunday.
A reflection in the mirror. In a literal sense I’m just a slightly sunburned white teen with a slim and fit appearance. Clothes are usually just T-shirt and jeans, no need for me to go more. Beyond physical appearance, I can see myself as a person with a good life. Nothing too extraordinary in terms of hardships or accomplishments, but I have my reasons to be glad and not sad about what I have.
Introspection is harder than seeing from the outside. I know myself and I don’t. Others will notice things about me that I don’t. An outside perspective can reveal a lot of things, but it will never reveal what’s inside another person’s heart. Only I will know what’s really inside my heart, even if I tell another person about how I feel.
A mirror is the main place for introspection. You can look yourself in the eyes and know who you are. You get to have that outside perspective for yourself. I often look at myself and know how far I’ve came. Sometimes I still think about the seventh grader that couldn’t do a pull up. Now I can row 210 pounds on the machine five times in a set.
What do you see in the mirror?
Well. I guess that I can safely say that I’ve already successfully done this. This is kind of a cheesy prompt anyway. If I wanted to tell somebody everything, then wouldn’t I do so? Is it because I like them and don’t want to confess my feelings? I would understand, only if it was that. And I’ve been there, done that, har har har.
I’ve already discussed this… however it’s in a protected post, so I guess you won’t really be able to get the details on that experience. Sorry about that. It’s only because I like sharing my blog posts among my friends and I don’t want to let people in on other people’s stuff.
Oh my God, I’m finally done with this challenge tomorrow!
I’m going to talk about a person that subtly changed my life. The kind of change that isn’t realized until further self-investigation is completed.
One of my Internet friends, Sophia… she made me realize once again how youth can bring such vulnerability. And such willingness to trust. Never have we come face to face, yet she’s willing to talk about some of her more serious current problems with me. She is at least three years younger than me, but already less innocent. Far more vulnerable than I though.
I feel like, in a way, we lose this ability to trust as we age, probably because we’ve been disappointed so many times as we accumulate years on this world. For better or worse, we lose it. I’d prefer to have it as I grow, however. I definitely live life happier knowing that I can trust my circle.
Oh man, another late post, bleehhh. In my defense, I have been out a lot this weekend.
Way back when, there was this one girl named June who I played with in the park. She was really nice, almost to the point that I think we sparked some elementary school playground romance. She might have even taken my hand. I barely remember her, but as far as one-time shots go for friendly strangers, her name still comes up, much to my surprise.
As an honorable mention, there was this little Asian lady who had to be the most adorable thing I’ve ever met. I met her on the bus today, actually. She asked me if she was supposed to get off at this one stop and I said yes. She gave me a smile and thank you that made me melt so much. Like, you can’t do that to me, I’m supposed to be hardcore, not meltable by some Asian lady half my height. Oh man.
Pinky promises are serious, you don’t break those. That’s why it’s awkward when I realize that I don’t even remember what my last one was about. I’m pretty sure that I made it to Luci, this chick from Chile, but I forget what it was about. I guess to remember her? Yeah, I have enough reasons to remember her, huehuehue. She was a piece of work. She’s nice though, I hope she’s having fun back in Chile.
Lesson: don’t forget next pinky promise. Otherwise, accumulate massive negative karma.
Oops, late post. To be honest I’ve been enjoying some seriously epic animation yesterday… I was waiting for this particular Naruto episode for a while… guess I gotta buy a self-flagellation machine for my missed post… ANYWAY.
This year is really weird in that a majority of my friends have gone through or are currently going through tough times this year. Most of my problems are really my friends’ problems; I’m probably one of the most stable kids you’d ever meet. I have my moments sometimes though.
I’d have to say that the people going through the toughest stuff are my besties Joe and Nini. Their family went through some serious dysfunction, like I don’t even know what the hell is going on most of the time. Nini usually claims that things are fine, but honestly I can only believe her on that for around 70% of the time, which is way too low of a percentage for my tastes. Joe pretty much ragequit on the whole thing and left… and maybe I would too if I were him.
It’s not my business to get into much more of this, especially since 1) I haven’t been there and don’t know what truly happened and 2) it’s not even resolved yet and 3) it’s their business, and I’ll keep it that way.
Honestly, you always have to keep your life in perspective: someone always has it worse than you.