Since I was a gross tool and accidentally shattered my kindle, it'll be a little while before I update the story on my simulations. Terribly sorry about that.
In other news, I've started on the exposition of a novel that's never going to go anywhere. Maybe it'll become on page on this blog. I'm not entirely sure.
That's all the news I have for you today.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
6/20/2014
6/17/2014
Society Kinda Sucks
Here is why I'm very angered by society, told in a series of google screen shots.
Excuse me a moment, I need to go bang my head against a wall.
-Narwhals Sandkurt
-Narwhals Sandkurt
5/26/2014
Absence and Musicals
I'm not entirely sure how long I've been away. What I do know is that, during my absence, I've come out as a trans boy and have gotten a chest binder and a haircut.
I've also found out that this year, my birthday will be on a Friday the 13th.
Hella.
For some reason, something inside me feels like it did last summer. This is clearly troublesome, as demonstrated by what I posted not long after the death of Cory Monteith.
I don't know if it's the weather, or whatever, but I've got an old playlist on repeat and it's not doing much to improve my overall mood.
Although, it's ironic, because yesterday, everything felt better.
And now, it feels like I'm reverting.
I don't know, it's probably just the weather.
In other news, I have a Cats poster in my room now. For those of you who don't know, Cats is a musical.
I love musicals more than I love life.
I'm not sure if it started with Hairspray or with Grease, but musicals have slowly taken over my life. It's not a day until I've listened to/sang at least one show tune.
But yeah, I'm a trans boy.
If you have a problem with that, stay off my blog.
I've also found out that this year, my birthday will be on a Friday the 13th.
Hella.
For some reason, something inside me feels like it did last summer. This is clearly troublesome, as demonstrated by what I posted not long after the death of Cory Monteith.
I don't know if it's the weather, or whatever, but I've got an old playlist on repeat and it's not doing much to improve my overall mood.
Although, it's ironic, because yesterday, everything felt better.
And now, it feels like I'm reverting.
I don't know, it's probably just the weather.
In other news, I have a Cats poster in my room now. For those of you who don't know, Cats is a musical.
I love musicals more than I love life.
I'm not sure if it started with Hairspray or with Grease, but musicals have slowly taken over my life. It's not a day until I've listened to/sang at least one show tune.
But yeah, I'm a trans boy.
If you have a problem with that, stay off my blog.
4/06/2014
The Fine Arts Box
I found out how to delete blogs. Now there's this one, my Tumblr, and my Klaine blog.
I feel so much better.
Although, if they were human children, I would have just committed murder.
I think this is how murderers feel.
I fear for my mental well being.
Speaking of my mental well being, I have a big stack of my old writing that I've put in my newly-made fine arts box.
You see, I have an interest in the fine arts: music, writing, and, well... art. Therefore, the fine arts box was a necessity. It currently sits just a few feet away in a crevice between the television stand and the wall, a music stand and a red parasol propped against it.
As I said, I've a stack of old writing in that box. Among the writing is, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful things I've ever written.
And, yes, this does mean I'm going to post another stupid poem to add to the collection.
I fear for my mental well being.
Speaking of my mental well being, I have a big stack of my old writing that I've put in my newly-made fine arts box.
You see, I have an interest in the fine arts: music, writing, and, well... art. Therefore, the fine arts box was a necessity. It currently sits just a few feet away in a crevice between the television stand and the wall, a music stand and a red parasol propped against it.
As I said, I've a stack of old writing in that box. Among the writing is, quite possibly, one of the most beautiful things I've ever written.
And, yes, this does mean I'm going to post another stupid poem to add to the collection.
I'll Hold Your Beating Chambers Until They Beat No More
I'll hear the clock ticking
until it ticks no more.
I will hear you breathe
until you draw your final breath.
I'll endure all the pain in the world
until it doesn't hurt anymore.
I'll sit here and live my life
until I don't want to live anymore.
I'll hear every word you have to say
until I can't hear anymore.
I'll count every star in the sky
until they shine no more.
I'll take the full-front of all your pain
until there's no more to take.
I'll find you every flower in the world
until there is not one I have not found.
I'll share with you my every emotion
until my emotions are spent.
I'll breathe in only your scent
until the scent has long faded.
I'll protect from all harm
until the day I die,
and I'll hold your beating chambers
until they beat no more.
I was eleven when that was written, and it was written because of this:
until there's no more to take.
I'll find you every flower in the world
until there is not one I have not found.
I'll share with you my every emotion
until my emotions are spent.
I'll breathe in only your scent
until the scent has long faded.
I'll protect from all harm
until the day I die,
and I'll hold your beating chambers
until they beat no more.
I was eleven when that was written, and it was written because of this:
Recognize the fictional gay couple?
It's my OTP. The OTP I've shipped since I was ten.
Fandoms ruin lives, kids.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
It's my OTP. The OTP I've shipped since I was ten.
Fandoms ruin lives, kids.
-Narwhal Sandkurt
4/04/2014
Blog Children
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
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
4/03/2014
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
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