Ocean Breathes Salty

I think this is the best music video I’ve ever seen. It’s based on the imagination of a lonely child, and his longing for someone to play with. There’s just something about it that makes me so happy whenever I watch it.

Modest Mouse – Ocean Breathes Salty

I think the lyrics talk about whether or not there is an afterlife.

And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again
Well I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. Don’t think so.

This makes me think that the singer is hoping that there’s an afterlife, but doesn’t think it’s true.

And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old
Well I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I hope so

Again he’s saying that maybe they’ll be lucky and they’ll both live to an old age and get as much time as they can out of life, but again he’s not sure if it will happen, and only hopes that it will.

You wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?

I think this line is pointed at those who believe in an afterlife, and spend their lives praying and worshiping a God. I think it’s saying that you could spend your whole life trying to secure a place in the afterlife, when there may not even be an afterlife at all.

The more I listen to this song, the more I like it. The lyrics and the video give two different sort of meanings, but I think they both work incredibly well with the song.

Departmental Final

Today I had to write my fourth Grade 12 final. I was pretty nervous about writing it, but once I got going it was actually pretty easy. Anyway, when a teacher doesn’t have the ‘authorization’ to write her own finals, then the students have to write departmental finals, which are the ones the government writes and sends. They consist of 50 multiple choice with the little bubbles you get to colour in, and they come with a giant envelope that you have to put the test in when your done.

I was looking at this envelope and I noticed that there was a space at the bottom labled ‘Candidate Comments’. Curious, I asked the teacher what that space was for, and if I could write whatever I wanted on it. She laughed a little bit and read me an excerpt from the ‘Test Rules’ page. It went something like this:

“If there is any sign from what is written in the Candidate Comments section that the student is under severe emotional stress or pain, has self-harming tendancies, or any indication that he or she has commited a serious crime such as murder or theft, appropriate measures will be taken to bring him or her the help or justice that is needed.”

So, when I heard that, I had a good laugh. Then, once I had finished my test, I found myself staring at this section of the envelope and wondering what would happen if I wrote something like “This test was so hard, I just wanted to die!” or “I wonder if you could murder a man with a standard HB pencil…” or “All this thinking is hurting my head. I want the pain to stop. This time, for good!”

Of course I didn’t write any of these things, but I thought it would be kind of humorous if I did. Until they took me to jail or some kind of psychiatric hospital, that is.

House Plans

I am currently working on an EPIC PROJECT! I know I’ve used that term in my last post, but this project is just as epic if not more epic than my dream.

I have decided to sketch and explain the floor/room/house plans for my future house. I’m done three rooms at the moment, but the ideas are filling my head faster than I can write them down. Currently, I’m sitting at about 5 bajillion dollars to build the house, but that’s alright; i’m going to be rich someday.

So stay tuned; I’ll post them all when they’re done.

Epic Dream

Last night, I had an epic dream. I’ve been going over it again and again in my head all day trying to cement it into my memory, but still some of it has slipped away from me. I’ll do the best to explain it:

I was walking down a hallway (in a mall, I assume), and I noticed a cellphone store on my right. So, since I needed a cellphone (in the dream, I guess) I turned and walked in. It was a really small rectangular store that was modeled almost exactly like a videogame/movie store that I used to work at. Anyway, I walked in, and there were three people working. Two of them were walking around, doing things that store employees would usually do, but the one guy was different. He was a big man. Not fat, just big. He was moving in a really strange way. Like he was going really fast, but at the same time, seemed to be in slow motion. (It’s hard to explain, but it’ll make sense later.) I sort of shrugged it off as a little bit weird, but whatever. As I looked around the room for cellphones that I would like to buy, I noticed that instead of the normal display models that most stores have, their display models were massive arm-length cellphones, built to scale, that actually worked. Literally, the buttons were about the size of two postage stamps laid side by side. Anyway, when I opened the phone up, a little window popped onto the screen and read:

Help! Press ASD to slow down.

So, without thinking about it, I pressed ASD. I looked around, and noticed that the two workers were working in SLOW MOTION! Pressing those buttons had made me go so fast that everything else slowed down. Everything except the one big guy. He was walking and working the same speed as me. When he saw me, he stopped and stared. Then, for some reason, I walked up to him and gave him a hug. My head came up to about the middle of his chest.

And then my alarm went off. It was one of those dreams that when you wake up, you try to go back to sleep to ‘continue’ the dream, but it never works. When I got dressed, I went to the computer and my cellphone and tried pressing ASD, but nothing happened. If I ever see a super-big cellphone like the one I saw in my dream, I’m totally going to slow down time.

A Joyful Realization

At 17 years of age, climbing snow hills is still as fun as it was 10+ years ago.

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