As everybody knows, this blog is now over a year old - which means, if there was a human form of my blog, it would be close to its first words, and its first steps, if it hasn't already. It would have enough hair to put in little bows, although I can't see why I'd really want to do that.
So, let's assume it's a bit advanced - already potty trained, can say a few words, can walk for a couple steps before falling. Now would be the time when it would start eating some solid foods while still eating the mashed ones.
To clear it all up: it's 14 months old. A year and two months, plus a few days. As I said, a bit advanced. Could probably eat the stuff inside McDonald's fries - fry guts, my mother called them. A gateway to cannibalism, I call it.
If the blog is any indication, it likes the soft, calming kinds of music. Also show tunes.
Lots and lots of show tunes.
Its name? Its sex? Its appearance? All left to those who imagine it. Think about its appearance. Not put it in a giraffe costume. Fucking adorable.
Why do I call it an it?
Because it's a thought, not a real thing.
If all my blogs were children, I'd cry. The oldest would be 16 months old. There would three 16 month old children. Where am I getting all these children. Help me.
There is one blog younger than WiTMS. The only one younger still is my Tumblr. Why did I make all these blogs. I have too many blog children. I don't know how to delete blogs. Dear God, it's a living nightmare.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
4/04/2014
4/03/2014
Girly Dave Strider
I still want to be a boy.
But I don't want to be a boy.
I want the short hair, and the flat chest, but I also want to wear doll make-up and flower crowns and smell like watermelon.
I don't mean these wants conflict - no, they coincide. I want to have short hair and perfect eyeliner and a chest binder and aviators all while smelling like watermelon and wearing a flower crown.
You see, change was long coming. It took me a while to realise what I really wanted - and now I know. The best part is, I'll still be in a position where I can switch back and forth between being a girly Dave Strider to being punk rock.
This is what I envision. Please pretend I finished colouring the disc on the shirt.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
But I don't want to be a boy.
I want the short hair, and the flat chest, but I also want to wear doll make-up and flower crowns and smell like watermelon.
I don't mean these wants conflict - no, they coincide. I want to have short hair and perfect eyeliner and a chest binder and aviators all while smelling like watermelon and wearing a flower crown.
You see, change was long coming. It took me a while to realise what I really wanted - and now I know. The best part is, I'll still be in a position where I can switch back and forth between being a girly Dave Strider to being punk rock.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
2/05/2014
Math and Future Plans
Ah, math. The only class where I can write down exactly what the teacher says and still be hopelessly lost.
Okay, that's not exactly true, but often times I skip over writing something and then I see it on a test and have no idea what to do.
The clear solution would be to write down everything we cover in class, and ask the teacher any questions I may have. Simple, right?
Wrong. If I have questions, it's because I left my notebook in my locker and didn't take notes. My math teacher no longer helps students who don't take notes, as she finds the lack of note-taking a sign of not paying attention.
For most people in my math class, that's very true, considering it's 8th grade Pre-Algebra. I blew off the class last year, and now I have to take it again. What goes around comes around.
If any of know me, you'd know I'm horribly out of place in the class, and yet I fit right in. Why? Because I slept in the class last year and learned nothing. Now's my chance to make it up and not be left behind in the dust for Algebra I next year.
Pre-Algebra is Algebra, just at a slightly slower pace. Everyone knows this. There's nothing too special about either. To be honest, I hate algebra... geometry is cool, though. Pythagorean theorem and all that. Yeah, you learn the basics in algebra, A^2+B^2=C^2 and how to use it. At my school, you don't really use in algebra, they just introduce you to it and then take it away for a while.Or maybe they don't. I don't know, I was asleep for most of it.
And yes, I have seen geometry before. I like geometry a hell of a lot more than I like algebra.
Will I use math? Considering I'm planning on majoring in neuroscience, no. The only math I need to pass is the bare minimum to graduate, which I'll take my junior year if all goes well. Algebra II, and then I'm not sure what it goes to next.
Do I have high hopes? Yes, very high hopes. I want to be in all those advanced and AP classes, those would be the only places where I'd be challenged (except math... well, maybe. If it seems easy, you're doing it wrong). How do I get to those classes? I don't know. My grades are shit because I can't bring myself to be motivated enough to do anything.
The solution to that, of course, is to pretend I'm helping Sherlock solve a case. Seems reasonable, right? It's worked in the past.
A lot of people have viewed my inability to do seventh grade level math as a sign of stupidity. To them, I say, "Call me when you correctly label a brain without looking at a diagram and tell the frequencies of the four types of brainwaves."
Don't call someone "stupid" until you've seen where their intelligence falls, I guess I'm trying to say.
This post has gotten out of hand.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
P.S.
Beta: 15-30Hz
Alpha 9-14Hz
Theta 4-8Hz
Delta 3-1Hz
Okay, that's not exactly true, but often times I skip over writing something and then I see it on a test and have no idea what to do.
The clear solution would be to write down everything we cover in class, and ask the teacher any questions I may have. Simple, right?
Wrong. If I have questions, it's because I left my notebook in my locker and didn't take notes. My math teacher no longer helps students who don't take notes, as she finds the lack of note-taking a sign of not paying attention.
For most people in my math class, that's very true, considering it's 8th grade Pre-Algebra. I blew off the class last year, and now I have to take it again. What goes around comes around.
If any of know me, you'd know I'm horribly out of place in the class, and yet I fit right in. Why? Because I slept in the class last year and learned nothing. Now's my chance to make it up and not be left behind in the dust for Algebra I next year.
Pre-Algebra is Algebra, just at a slightly slower pace. Everyone knows this. There's nothing too special about either. To be honest, I hate algebra... geometry is cool, though. Pythagorean theorem and all that. Yeah, you learn the basics in algebra, A^2+B^2=C^2 and how to use it. At my school, you don't really use in algebra, they just introduce you to it and then take it away for a while.Or maybe they don't. I don't know, I was asleep for most of it.
And yes, I have seen geometry before. I like geometry a hell of a lot more than I like algebra.
Will I use math? Considering I'm planning on majoring in neuroscience, no. The only math I need to pass is the bare minimum to graduate, which I'll take my junior year if all goes well. Algebra II, and then I'm not sure what it goes to next.
Do I have high hopes? Yes, very high hopes. I want to be in all those advanced and AP classes, those would be the only places where I'd be challenged (except math... well, maybe. If it seems easy, you're doing it wrong). How do I get to those classes? I don't know. My grades are shit because I can't bring myself to be motivated enough to do anything.
The solution to that, of course, is to pretend I'm helping Sherlock solve a case. Seems reasonable, right? It's worked in the past.
A lot of people have viewed my inability to do seventh grade level math as a sign of stupidity. To them, I say, "Call me when you correctly label a brain without looking at a diagram and tell the frequencies of the four types of brainwaves."
Don't call someone "stupid" until you've seen where their intelligence falls, I guess I'm trying to say.
This post has gotten out of hand.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
P.S.
Beta: 15-30Hz
Alpha 9-14Hz
Theta 4-8Hz
Delta 3-1Hz
1/27/2014
Sick Day
I'm home sick today with a particularly bad head cold. It's gone down quite a lot since yesterday, but I'm definitely going to switch out my reeds.
Why, you ask? Why am I going to switch out my reeds for a mere head cold?
Because, the Science Olympiad team is going to Grand Rapids on Friday, and I can't afford to be sick then.
So, I'm sitting on my bed in my pj's with a roll of toilet paper listening to Chameleon Circuit.
We don't have any tissues.
Since I'm not at school today, I'm going to add some educational value to this post:
Effects of drugs on nervous system:
ALCOHOL - Alcohol is a depressant of the nervous system. Side effects: Altered speech, Hazy thinking, Slowed reaction time, Dulled hearing, Impaired vision, Weakened muscles, Foggy memory.
CAFFEINE - Stimulates nervous system. increase alertness, reduce fine motor coordination, cause insomnia, cause headaches, nervousness and dizziness. Large amounts (10g or more) are fatal... but that’s about 80-100 cups of coffee.
NICOTINE - increases blood pressure and heart rate, faster respiration, constriction of arteries, stimulation of central nervous system. Once addicted, attempting to stop results in depression, anxiety, headaches, and fatigue.
MARIJUANA - Low to medium doses: relaxation, reduced coordination, reduced blood pressure, sleepiness, disruption in attention, an altered sense of time and space. Large doses: hallucinations, delusions, impaired memory, disorientation.
Integumentary system: Main functions protection against UV light, bacteria, and dehydration; body temperature regulation; Sensation through nerve endings, receptors that detect pressure, temperature, and pain; removal of waste through sweat; vitamin D production.
EYES: Filled with Vitreous Humour to keep from collapsing. Colour part called iris, black center pupil, behind pupil lens. Cornea above all that, as a bubble, filled with Aqueous Humour.
VISUAL PATHWAY: Eye sees image upside down. This information leaves chiasm via optic tract. Reorganized optic tract leaves optic chiasm, passes to lateral geniculate nucleus. There, information separated, organized, and relayed to different areas of visual cortex, different zones of visual cortex process the different aspects of vision...is processed and an image is perceived.
EARS: Pinna collects sound and funnels to auditory canal. Auditory canal connects outer ear with ear drum. Ear drum is beginning of middle ear and made of thin sheet of muscle and skin that vibrates to sounds, passed to Ossicles. Ossicles are malleus, incus, and stapese. Sound is amplified 30 times by time it gets to stapese. Stapese vibrates against oval window. Oval window is the boundary between middle and inner ear. Vibrations pass to cochlea. Fluid inside cochlea passes vibrations to tiny hairs on Auditory Nerves. Auditory nerves send messages to brain, then sounds.
TONGUE: Tongue has five kinds of taste receptors: Sweet, salty, bitter, sour, & MSG. Location of each is unclear - are taste buds. Tongue is a muscle.
NOSE/OLFACTORY SYSTEM: Taste comes from smell, or Olfactory system. Connects to taste buds and Hippocampus.
Yay education.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
Why, you ask? Why am I going to switch out my reeds for a mere head cold?
Because, the Science Olympiad team is going to Grand Rapids on Friday, and I can't afford to be sick then.
So, I'm sitting on my bed in my pj's with a roll of toilet paper listening to Chameleon Circuit.
We don't have any tissues.
Since I'm not at school today, I'm going to add some educational value to this post:
Effects of drugs on nervous system:
ALCOHOL - Alcohol is a depressant of the nervous system. Side effects: Altered speech, Hazy thinking, Slowed reaction time, Dulled hearing, Impaired vision, Weakened muscles, Foggy memory.
CAFFEINE - Stimulates nervous system. increase alertness, reduce fine motor coordination, cause insomnia, cause headaches, nervousness and dizziness. Large amounts (10g or more) are fatal... but that’s about 80-100 cups of coffee.
NICOTINE - increases blood pressure and heart rate, faster respiration, constriction of arteries, stimulation of central nervous system. Once addicted, attempting to stop results in depression, anxiety, headaches, and fatigue.
MARIJUANA - Low to medium doses: relaxation, reduced coordination, reduced blood pressure, sleepiness, disruption in attention, an altered sense of time and space. Large doses: hallucinations, delusions, impaired memory, disorientation.
Integumentary system: Main functions protection against UV light, bacteria, and dehydration; body temperature regulation; Sensation through nerve endings, receptors that detect pressure, temperature, and pain; removal of waste through sweat; vitamin D production.
EYES: Filled with Vitreous Humour to keep from collapsing. Colour part called iris, black center pupil, behind pupil lens. Cornea above all that, as a bubble, filled with Aqueous Humour.
VISUAL PATHWAY: Eye sees image upside down. This information leaves chiasm via optic tract. Reorganized optic tract leaves optic chiasm, passes to lateral geniculate nucleus. There, information separated, organized, and relayed to different areas of visual cortex, different zones of visual cortex process the different aspects of vision...is processed and an image is perceived.
EARS: Pinna collects sound and funnels to auditory canal. Auditory canal connects outer ear with ear drum. Ear drum is beginning of middle ear and made of thin sheet of muscle and skin that vibrates to sounds, passed to Ossicles. Ossicles are malleus, incus, and stapese. Sound is amplified 30 times by time it gets to stapese. Stapese vibrates against oval window. Oval window is the boundary between middle and inner ear. Vibrations pass to cochlea. Fluid inside cochlea passes vibrations to tiny hairs on Auditory Nerves. Auditory nerves send messages to brain, then sounds.
TONGUE: Tongue has five kinds of taste receptors: Sweet, salty, bitter, sour, & MSG. Location of each is unclear - are taste buds. Tongue is a muscle.
NOSE/OLFACTORY SYSTEM: Taste comes from smell, or Olfactory system. Connects to taste buds and Hippocampus.
Yay education.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
Hacking
So, people have been trying to get into my Google account - one from Italy, another from Peru.
Why?
What is so special about my Google account that you felt the need to try and hack it?
Was it my blog? Are you trying to access this blog? Are you trying to access a different blog? Are you doing this for the shits and giggles? I'm very confused.
My Twitter was also hacked about a month ago. What is going on?
I'm easily confused and often times frustrated, please don't hack my account.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
Why?
What is so special about my Google account that you felt the need to try and hack it?
Was it my blog? Are you trying to access this blog? Are you trying to access a different blog? Are you doing this for the shits and giggles? I'm very confused.
My Twitter was also hacked about a month ago. What is going on?
I'm easily confused and often times frustrated, please don't hack my account.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
1/22/2014
Friendship
Ah, friendship. Like the majority of my friends, I only have a few really close ones and then a few acquaintances to talk to sometimes.
If I were to list those who were my friends, undoubtedly my friends, and I have such a strong enough "connection" with to know the friendship will last, it would be short.
Hell, I'll do it.
Is that the whole cult? No. Amanda isn't even in the cult. These are the people I have some bit of a "connection" with. By connection, I do mean either "emotional bond" or "playful hatred" of.
This is in response to Luke's post, which there should be a link to his blog in the top bar.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
If I were to list those who were my friends, undoubtedly my friends, and I have such a strong enough "connection" with to know the friendship will last, it would be short.
Hell, I'll do it.
- Luke
- Nick
- Ryan
- Amanda
- Damion
Is that the whole cult? No. Amanda isn't even in the cult. These are the people I have some bit of a "connection" with. By connection, I do mean either "emotional bond" or "playful hatred" of.
This is in response to Luke's post, which there should be a link to his blog in the top bar.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
1/21/2014
Labeling and Defining
I haven't posted in quite a while, so I guess I'll start right off the bat by saying this: While I don't want other people to label me, I'm going to label myself in a way I deem fit.
No, don't let others label you. Hell, don't even call in "labeling." It's just you, defining yourself, and it requires educating yourself on all these different things, but mostly looking inside yourself. As cliche as that sounds, it's true.
No one else can define you. Some people don't like defining themselves, and just say they're human. That's fine. Other people, however, want to know who they are, and that's also fine. Don't tell someone they're wrong one way or another - that's not fine.
I am the kind of person to chose theory and chalk over blood and earth. I become uncomfortable when things go undefined, or when bits and pieces go unnoticed because no one can name them. My physical and mental state are subject to this thinking, as well - it all must be named. It all must be identified. Any orientation, any preference - all there, all labeled.
Does that mean you can tell me to stop thinking so much about who I am? No. You can't tell anyone that. That's not okay.
Everyone has different beliefs. As I said before, telling someone they're wrong one way or another is not okay.
I hope my approach to this hasn't offended anyone. Then again, should I care?
-Narwhal Sandkurt
No, don't let others label you. Hell, don't even call in "labeling." It's just you, defining yourself, and it requires educating yourself on all these different things, but mostly looking inside yourself. As cliche as that sounds, it's true.
No one else can define you. Some people don't like defining themselves, and just say they're human. That's fine. Other people, however, want to know who they are, and that's also fine. Don't tell someone they're wrong one way or another - that's not fine.
I am the kind of person to chose theory and chalk over blood and earth. I become uncomfortable when things go undefined, or when bits and pieces go unnoticed because no one can name them. My physical and mental state are subject to this thinking, as well - it all must be named. It all must be identified. Any orientation, any preference - all there, all labeled.
Does that mean you can tell me to stop thinking so much about who I am? No. You can't tell anyone that. That's not okay.
Everyone has different beliefs. As I said before, telling someone they're wrong one way or another is not okay.
I hope my approach to this hasn't offended anyone. Then again, should I care?
-Narwhal Sandkurt
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