Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Weird philosophical thoughts

   

   You know sometimes I really don't understand life. Like think about it when you run into a friend you don't have a list of conversation starters, you're just able to have a conversation. You don't need to consciously think about the conversation, it just flows naturally. Sometimes you can end up talking for 10 minutes, an hour, or even a whole night just chatting. Yet what are you even talking about? Once you start thinking about it you realize that you've talked about everything and nothing at the same time. But these are the people you call your best friends.
    Then there are the people you'll talk for ten minutes at most. Small talk. How are you? How's your life? The wife? Kids? Stocks? That stuff. These people you have a conversation with actual substance, not deep conversations, but relevant stuff. Yet these people aren't you're friends per se. They just happen to be placeholders for conversation. You have the conversation half heartedly and afterwards nothing really sticks into your mind. 
     Then finally there are the people that you crave to have a conversation. These conversations are unexpected. You can confide them with anything. You tell them your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, everything. When you're around them, you don't have a care in the world. But why? Why do we feel this way? I mean yeah there are emotional reasons why, but WHY???

Okay now that I'm done being psuedo-philosophical.... 

Why was I even thinking about this!?!

Like seriously like being philosophical is cool and everything and sometimes it's enjoyeable but I have a lab to write and stuff to do... I shouldn't be thinking about this right now... Oh well. 









Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Mud and Apologies

Hey Everybody!!!

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I could say that the reason I haven't been writing is because I've been extremely busy but the real reason is because I've had writer's block for the longest time. Usually I know exactly what I want to write when I have a topic but for the last week there's been a plethora of topics but I don't know what I want to talk about with them. Everything is like a grass field. When I start talking about it, it feels like it'll start getting greener. But then I actually start talking and it's really just a muddy spot on the ground. OOH! Speaking of mud....



I wish this was the mud that I was talking about, but nope.
The mud I'm talking about is even better it's the real deal filled with real worms.


You know the stuff that oozes between your feet when you step in it. The thing that squishes between your toes making you shiver with it's ooey goodness. The stuff that cakes your feet and leaves muddy footprints as you walk. Yep that's the stuff I'm talking about. The amazing gooey brown stuff that covers the grass in it's awesomeness. The home for worms and other little critters. The stuff that becomes super apparent after a nice rain shower. Mud is so amazingly awesome yet it is so underrated of all of nature's natural things.*



Want to hear some cool things about mud that I really bet you didn't know before? Of course you do. I mean if you didn't, you really wouldn't have read to this point anyways...



1. Mud is an Old English word that has been with us since at least 1400.

In case you didn't know that's a really long time. I had to use this really complicated device that does really hard calculations to determine that this means the word mud has been in use for more than 600 years! That's like 30 times older than I am... That's as old as Nicholas Flamel (I wonder if he had anything to do with this?)

2.  Playing in mud will make you happier

Scientifically proven somewhere somehow but honestly I can say with 100% conviction playing in the mud will make you a ton happier. Don't believe me? Go walk in some mud, there is no way you'll be unhappy

3. Volcanic mud is sold as a moisturizer for hair

One second I'll be right back. I'm gonna go buy by volcanic mud moisturizer so I can have the prettiest hair of all mud monsters. 


***commercial interlude***


4. Walking barefoot in the mud is quite possibly the best experience you can have
I love walking in the mud and having it squish between you toes. The feeling is indescribable, its so icky yet at the same time it's mesmerizing. It feels so gross but at the same time it feels like childhood memories. It doesn't feel like I'm stepping on earth, it feels like I'm a time traveler going through the memories of mud cakes, mud fights, searching for earthworms, thunderstorms, just everything. 


5. This is a mudpuppy
This is still a mudpuppy. Mudpuppies are not the lovechild of mud and a puppy. It's kind of impossible because mud isn't really an animate object therefore it is physically incapable of reproducing... But yeah I don't really know what a mudpuppy is, it's here because it has mud in the name. I'm assuming that it probably spontaneously combusts into mud at some point like a phoenix or something and it's muddy ashes look like a puppy. 





*I don't really have a better word for this....

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Epic zombie story part 2

How did the zombies even end up infiltrating the camp? I thought Aieglez had done a great job setting up the perimeter. These were the thoughts running through Ezmeralda’s head. She knew she was going to die, there was no way she would be able to get out of this one alive. The zombies had her surrounded and Ptcharko, Ivan, and Aieglez had left the camp a little earlier in order to scout the area. She had decided to stay behind and organize the supplies and explore the area. Was it a smart idea, not really? But she was a little sick of the group. There is only so much time you can spend together before every behavior becomes annoying.
            So there she was in the woods, just minding her own business. Spring had finally arrived and even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse she was able to find joy in the flowers. She couldn’t really help it though, the winter had been brutal. Every time they thought it was over it just came back again with more snow. It’s not that she didn’t like the snow, she loved it, but it made life so much more difficult. It is so much easier to run zombies when you aren’t slowed down by the snow. Also camouflage is much easier when everything around you isn’t covered in a layer of white.
             Ezmeralda was gathering red carnations in the forest when she heard a rustling. At first she paid no attention to it because she thought it was Ptcharko playing his usual zombie prank. However with the next rustling a sense of foreboding fell over Ezmeralda. She realized that the gang shouldn’t be back for another hour at least, meaning that the rustling couldn’t be Ptcharko. With this realization, Ezmeralda took a few deep breaths, panicking would only cause her to lose her aim. She gently dropped the basket of flowers and picked up her weaponry.
            She picked up her crossbow and made sure her dagger was properly strapped. In order to gain advantage over the enemy she quickly shimmied up the tree and then sat in anticipation. She looked around to see what had caused the rustling noise and what she saw, shocked her. It wasn’t just one or two zombies but it was an entire horde. There were 20 or so zombies walking in her direction. She had two choices now, stay up in the tree and be “safe” since zombies can’t climb trees or run to the campground, pick up as many supplies as she can and find the rest of the gang. She weighed out the pros and cons of both options and decided that going to find the rest of the gang would be the better of the two options.
            She jumped out of the tree and ran for her life. Even though the zombies were at a distance, she would have at tops 20 minutes to pick up a decent amount of supplies. She ran a checklist through her head. She’d need to grab Ivan’s hammer, Aieglez’s rope, and Ptcharko’s battle axe. She’ll grab the extra quiver, the machete, and any other weaponry she could grab. She’ll grab a few provisions but not much because Ivan would be able to hunt for more food with ease. Her plans were quickly cut short when she reached the campgrounds.
            Unfortunately for her the zombie horde she originally spotted was not the only group of zombies. There were two more hordes heading in her direction. If she didn’t run now she would be surrounded in a matter of minutes. The clock was ticking, she saw her quiver and it was only a few steps to the side. If she grabbed it, it would only cost her a few seconds.

            There she was a few minutes late, internally cursing herself. There she was, panting behind the building. Silently praying that no one had spotted her when she was running away. Zombie Squadron R, where are you? She couldn’t believe how stupid she was, she should have just gone with the squadron, sure she would be annoyed but at least she would have been alive….