Hypaethral

Tragic... I sent in my precious laptop today... It's sad that I'm this attached but I felt like I was saying good bye to a good friend. Maybe it's because I spent so much money on it, but that laptop is like a child to me. I hope it comes back all better... In the mean time I'm stuck with the PCs at my house. All of the keys are scrunched together so I can't type as accurate or fast and my fingers have no freedom to move about. And I have to get re-used to Ctrl instead of Apple. Not to mention I have to share with my family... I hate sharing. Plus my dad installed a bunch of software on here to filter our internet and google is blocked and Kendall's blog. I guess I could look on the bright side... When it come back I will finally be able to maximize my browsers! I'll be able to see my pictures!! Woo!! Anyway I might not be able to blog as much seeing as I won't have my own personal computer. Dang... Oh well.

Ah curiosity! How it irks me!  Sometimes it drives me forward. My need to satisfy my insatiable curiosity gives me a drive to progress.  However, when my curiosity arouses in an area that could bear no fruition it sets me on the edge of insanity.  I don't know how many others are controlled by their curiosity as much as I am, but it consumes my thoughts and "what consumes your thoughts controls your life." (Creed "What If").  Anyway... -rant over-  Now to throw in a bit of my Mythology fascination.  According to the Greeks this is what happened to mankind when curiosity was gifted to a young woman. The story of Pandora and her jar of miseries begins with the Titan Prometheus stealing fire from Zeus and gifting it to mortals for their progression.  Infuriated, Zeus punished Prometheus by binding him to a rock.  Everyday an eagle visits Prometheus and feasts on his liver and every night it grows back. This continues on everyday until later, Heracles kills the fowl

It has recently come to my attention that my entry arguing against evolution seems to have caused some offense.  My entry was not meant as an insult in anyway at all. I merely read the quote and felt it correctly portrayed a portion of my belief in creation and why humans have traits resembling those of other species.  We are all entitled to our opinion and as I was not directing an attack on evolution or those who believe in it, I feel justified in my post.  I am sorry however that you found offense in a post I found harmless.  I respect the beliefs of others and while I am offering my apologies I will not remove my entry or change the posting of my opinions and beliefs.  

So let's say you have a terminal disease.  At least that's what you've decided after it hasn't gone away.  You've tried waiting it out like you normally do and the symptoms still persist.  You've seen physicians and all have said they can do nothing for you but relieve the symptoms for a little while.  You've finally decided that this disease will kill you if you don't get it taken care of. However the only way to get rid of it is through surgery by a specialist.  You know a specialist could fix it all the way and not just for a few days.  He could make all the pain and sickness go away.  Knowing all of this why do you still not go? What's holding you back?

Wow... I love Relief Society.  I always thought of it as a bunch of old ladies getting together and gabbing.  I felt like I would never get anything out of it because they would just talk about their husbands and kids the whole time.  But as I've been attending (mostly in my home ward actually) I've found so many lessons that I connect with and that really make me think.  Today our lesson was taken from the talk "The Ministry of Angles" by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland.   In the course of life all of us spend time in "dark and dreary" places, wildernesses, circumstances of sorrow or   fear or disappointment. Our present day is filled with global distress over financial crises, energy problems,   terrorist attacks, and natural calamities.  These translate into individual and family concerns not only about   homes in which to live and food available to eat, but also about the ultimate safety and well-being of our   children and the latter-day prophecies about our p

"We share no blood with those hornless mountain rats, Firesword. They have fourteen toes, and we have fourteen toes. It pleased the gods to shape us so when they created the world. There is no other explanation." Brisingr by Christopher Paolini (Garzhvog responding to Eragon's comment about Urgals and Dwarves both having fourteen toes) *nods* Yup... that is all. EDIT: This is not an attack on evolution. I am majoring in Biology and I respectfully study evolution in my studies. This is merely my belief.

So this entry idea came from an article in the Utah Valley Magazine November/December 2008 issue called "When Opposites Attract"  and our Relief Society lesson on unity.  Throughout our lives we will interact and form relationships with a lot of people. Some of those people might not have the same views as us.  Even in the church we all have differences; "At first blush there are a lot of opposites, but if you peel away the layers and get down to the core values and interests, there's a lot more in common then meets the eye." (UVM)  Apart from those differences we all have the same goal, and that it to return to Heavenly Father in the Celestial Kingdom and help as many of our brothers and sisters to get there as well.  We need to learn to use everyones differences to achieve that goal. "We don't try to change each other...We respect and love what we are, not what we might want the other to be." (UVM)  This is the mindset we need to pick up.  We nee

synergy • \si-ner-je\ • noun • etymology:  New Latin  synergia,  from Greek  synergos  working together •  definition: t he working together of two or more things to produce an effect greater than the sum of their individual effects. So today for Relief Society we had a lesson on unity and Sister Staub mentioned that people in the church need to have synergy.  I knew the gist of the definition of synergy but I wanted to know exactly.  So when I got home and before I set to blogging I searched the definition and liked what I found.  Synergy is more than just working together; it's working together to do something better than what could have been done by an individual entity.  The definition brought all of God's creations to my mind.  Every one of God's creations works in synergy, especially that of the human body.  For example the musculoskeletal system is fantastic and does wonderful things, but what would it be without the cardiovascular system to bring it nutrients and ox

The gospel of Christ is such a wonderful and happy thing.  We are so blessed to have it in our lives. No matter how bad the world gets it won't help to dwell on the sadness and misery in the world.  We need to remain positive so we can make a difference.  Let's be the light in this dismal world. These are a few scriptures that tell us to "be of good cheer". "And now, verily I say unto you, and what I say unto one I say unto all, be of good cheer , little children; for I am in your midst, and I have not forsaken you;" (Doctrine and Covenants 61:36) "And behold, they brought to him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus seeing their faith said unto the sick of the palsy; Son, be of good cheer ; thy sins be forgiven thee." (Matthew 9:2) "For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer : it is I; be not afraid." (Mark 6:50) "Wherefore, be of good cheer , and

serendipity • \ser·en·dip·i·ty\ • noun • Definition: An unsought, unintended, or unexpected discovery or occurrence, made by accident and sagacity; the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely. Over the summer I was praying desperately with God to help me with a trial I was going through. I was looking for an easy answer. A simple solution that would leave my life unscathed. However while searching for this I found a different answer entirely. While it has caused some hard times, I know that I have found something fortunate even though it was the furthest thing from what I was looking for. I guess the purpose of this post is to remind us all that when we pray to God we might not get the answer we were looking for or expecting, however if we go forward with faith we will make fortunate discoveries in our lives.

It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to go And the boss man started screaming And his veins began to show He said you and you come with me 'Cause you're gonna have to stay My heart was thumping I was jumping I had to get away Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance Well I was talking with my baby Over a small glass of tea He asked the loaded question He said how do you feel about me My mind was racin' I was pacin' But the word just wouldn't come And there was only on thing Left to do I feel it comin' on Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance a ha Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you ge

So there I was in church sitting in the front center of Releif Society. I was looking around at all the old friends and new faces and to my utmost pleasure I found a young baby boy looking my way. His infantile face was too potchous to resist. I flashed my most pleasant smile at the charming child. Thinking it would grant a gleeful grin in return you can imagine my dismay when the boy began to cry! Am I really that frightening?

!WARNING! Torrent of posts to be unleashed upon this blog! Be ye warned.

For those who read my previous post "Eating to Survive" let's all have a good laugh... In said post I mention scratching myself until bleeding.  Lets look at what I came across while reading that same day... "People who suffer from mental illness often engage in a series of destructive self-touches (pulling their hair out, for example, or scratching themselves till they bleed)." Body Language Basics by Shelly Hagen So I don't even need a doctor to diagnose my problem! Apparently I have some sort of mental illness. Well goody goody to that. 

So this is kinda random and not deep in any such way, it's just something so write so I can try to focus my mind on something.  Maybe after this I'll be able to study... probably not.  I don't know what's wrong with me recently.  I'm so stressed I can't function properly.  I cry a lot and don't sleep well.  I can't focus on anything and I lack motivation. I've been itchy all over I've even made myself bleed a few times from scratching so much.  I've felt sick and groggy with headaches, nausea, and drastic temperature changes. In addition to all of that I can't eat anything.  Nothing tastes good. It all makes me sick.  String cheese? No-go. Ice cream? No-go. Apple? No-go. Yogurt granola bar? No-go.  Thats how it goes with everything. I used to love eating.  I would eat just to eat. It was an activity that brought me joy.  Now I just eat because I know my body will die if I don't eat.  Yesterday I had to force myself to eat my favorite

So I was looking through some of my old notebooks that I've carted along with me for sentimental purposes and I found a few verses that I wrote about Christ's eyes. Why his eyes?  I always image the second coming and looking into his loving eyes and all I'll see there. I'm drawn to people with intense eyes.  In addition to that people always say the eyes are the window to the soul.  I've always imagined Christ with eyes that say everything and that are so entirely pure and filled with love.  So now here are a few verses I wrote titled His Eyes.  Some of the stanzas are rather lacking, some are just rhyming words thrown together, and it's quite repetitive, but it was like three in the morning when I wrote them and I'm not much of a poet anyway.  And the stanzas are in no particular order, just the order they came out of my head so yeah... I'll try to get the music up somehow. His Eyes His eyes are a refuge for a stormy day. His eyes help to wash my sorrow

I find Greek Mythology so fascinating.  Recently, while reading through my notes, I came upon the tale of Icarus.  This picture here is a picture depicting Icarus's fall into the sea.  You may be able to see his leg sticking out of the water below the boat.  I find it strange that no one in the painting saw Icarus fall from the sky or that no one heard the splash and no one jumped in to save him.  Well the picture isn't really the point of this entry. I just like the painting a lot.  Now, to the tale of Icarus.  The tale begins with his father Daedalus.  Daedalus was a famous architect, inventor, and master craftsman. He created many objects that figure prominently in various myths. Among his inventions and creations were the wooden cow he constructed for the queen Pasiphae, the Labyrinth of the Minotaur at Knossos, and the artificial wings for himself and his son Icarus.  After being cast out of Athens, Daedalus fled to the island of Crete, where he began to work at the co

A Hymn to God the Father   BY JOHN DONNE   Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,          Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,          And do run still, though still I do deplore?                 When thou hast done, thou hast not done,                         For I have more.   Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won          Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun          A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?                 When thou hast done, thou hast not done,                         For I have more.   I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun          My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son          Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;                 And, having done that, thou hast done;                         I fear no more. We spent

In 1440 AD, misdivision of  ekename  ( an eke name , literally "an additional name")  led to the Middle English word ekename which was later corrupted into nekename.   In ViWoking  societies, many people had nicknames  heiti ,  viðrnefni  or  uppnefni  which were used in addition to, or instead of their family names. In some circumstances the giving of a nickname had a special status in Viking society in that it created a relationship between the name maker and the recipient of the nickname, to the extent that the creation of a nickname also often entailed a weiner formal ceremony and an exchange of gifts. To accompany the random bit of knowledge I learned today all of the nicknames/aliases (that I can remember) and who they have bonded me with! Horray! Probably my earliest nickname is Wo-Wuts.  I think my little sister Jen came up with it. Whenever I did anything to her she would complain to my parents, "Wo-Wuts to me!"  So now ever since then I have occasionally b

While it really is cold outside that's not what this entry is about.  When people say "It's cold," everyone knows what they're trying to communicate and they all grumble in agreement as they snuggle deeper into their parkas and sweaters, but what does "It's cold," really mean?  What exactly is "it"?  The listeners are provided with a pronoun devoid of an antecedent.  Possible antecedents could be as follows: "The air is cold." "The rain is cold." "My flesh is cold." What if all three were cold? One would still say "It's cold." Why not "They're cold?" Isn't that correct grammar? Sometimes people add an "outside" on the end making the obvious statement, "It's cold outside."  Now the listeners have been given a preposition standing alone without a prepositional phrase.  To be more correct, the chilly chatter should specify exactly outside of what or where it

Well right now I'm supposed to be doing things like my homework or my cleaning duties or eating. Basically just things that need to get done, but I really just need to vent. I don't even know if I'm going to publish this post or not but whatever. For the sake of this post we will travel into the past. Twenty eight days ago, while I was dusting my shelf (I was cleaning! I totally learned my lesson about that.  I won't make the same mistake twice.) a picture frame toppled from the height and landed on my open laptop that was sitting so peacefully on my desk serenading me with some tunes.  I didn't really think anything had happened because I didn't turn fast enough to see it hit my macbook. I quickly retrieved the picture bewildered at what had sent it on it's plunge to the freshly cleaned carpet and relived the glass had not broken. I returned it to it's place and finished dusting.  Turning to my computer to change to the next track I was horrified to fin