Clocks

Have you ever counted how many clocks you have in your house?
Out of curiosity, I did. After doing so, I counted 16 clocks in my entire house! In every room there was at least one. My house has six bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms and one kitchen. I discovered that the kitchen had the most clocks: there were five clocks. It got me thinking, why do we need so many clocks? As I was pondering this I soon came to an answer.

It seems as if nowadays time is everything. If you can't hang out it's because you have "no time", and if you're not doing anything you have "too much time" on your hands. What does time really have to do with anything? People in Africa don't have clocks and yet they survive fine (I mean, excluding the disease and such) and seem to be enjoying themselves to the fullest. In North America most things seem rushed. For example, if you're late to work or school etc. that means that you're not "on time". And when we are not "on time" we all panic because it's just how we were taught. Everyone has the same amount of time in a day (24 hours) and yet most people can accomplish more in that time than others. Why is this so? Why can't we just survive without time and rushing? Is a time-less society too Utopian? Ponder these, until next time. Cheemo!

Music is my LIFE

Many times I hear the phrase "music is my life" when describing one's lifestyle. Although this phrase has become a very common cliche, can you really argue that music is NOT part of your life? I mean, everyday you at least hear one song, if not a million! Depending on if you play an instrument or just love listening to it, it's always going to be a part of your life, no matter how hard you try to ignore it (not that you would).

Since we're on the topic of music, I'm going to bring up music genres and rant a little.
I've often wondered where all these genres suddenly popped out from. There are so many! I listen to all types of music. Of course, some genres give me different feelings than others. For example, I feel that Opera music stresses me out and Easy listening/Techno actually relaxes me. I refuse to conform to a certain stereotype because I listen to a certain genre of music. If that is so, then I'm probably at least 6 different stereotypes in 1. Also, how did "Emo Music" become it's own genre? Isn't all music emotional? And why is it, if you listen to Metal you are automatically put into the social group of "Punk": a stereotype constructed by the mainstream? It's so strange how music can not only be a part of someone's life, because they are involved with it, but also because of the labels people are given by their musical tastes. Why can't music just be fun and accepted, as a controversial subject, as opposed to an ever-present argument. Music IS fun so let's keep it that way. *Takes deep breath in* I feel better. BTW.....music is my life. =)
Until next time. Cheemo!

Memoirs of my Youth

It's funny, the other day I was minding my own business, brushing my hair, when all of a sudden this memory just popped into my head. Nothing that I was doing SHOULD have compelled my brain to bring forth this memory, but since it did I figured I would share it with you.

So this one time (because every good story starts like that), I was about four years old and my mom took me with her to the dentist. I remember walking in and seeing all these elderly people either sleeping or just staring off into space, clearly bored. While my mom was inside getting her check-up done, I took one of those little chairs from the Playing Center and set it right in front of all the waiting seniors. I then took all the picture books from the Reading Corner, sat on the chair and began to read aloud. I really don't know what made me do that, but I just did it without wondering what kind of consequences there may or may not be. I remember looking up and seeing all the elders' faces looking at me, like they were listening. When my mom came back out, one of the elderly women told my mom how good at reading I was, even though I probably wasn't. I actually didn't even put the chair and books back, I just took my mom's hand and walked out, feeling proud.

Isn't that weird? How such memories can just come at you at random moments? I remember that time now like it was yesterday, although before it hit me I had never even thought of it. Those were the good times weren't they? Well, I started wondering where those people might be right now. But I figured, I don't really want to know. I just want to remember those kind, wrinkly faces whose one simple act of listening gave me a great feeling inside. Until next time, Cheemo!

Full Focused Reading

Today in my English class we were reading the book entitled "Who has seen the wind". My teacher told us, out of the blue, that a good reader is a focussed reader who blocks out every distraction while they read. She told us that ANY distraction (such as someone opening the door or someone walking past you) should NOT under ANY circumstances distract you. I found this really funny because what if we were reading and she told us to stop reading and listen to her. Would her interruption not count as a distraction? Did she not just tell us to ignore all distractions? I got that funny scenario in my head and thought I'd share it with the internet. Do with that what you will. Until next time, Cheemo!

Goals

Hey everyone, so as this year has already started I'm finding that I have so many things to do in my life! Of course, we all do but I'm just saying that if I'm going to do something this year, it better be soon. These blogs are going to be very random, just a collection of all my thoughts and stupid things that may or may not interest you. I hope you will have as much fun reading them as I will have writing them. Cheemo!