I have two basic, non-physical needs. One is control. The other is sympathy. I would have to say that the latter seems to be the more dire of the two. As of late, however, I seem to favor solitude over company. The reason must be that my common company offers no sympathy, and, on a lesser note, no control. This company is my family.
My family consists of myself, my brother, and my mother. I don't like them very much.
"Maybe you should try showering the night before!"
"Hey, I only got one bowl of that!"
"Are you aware that you are not the only person living in this house?"
"I don't know, why don't you do your own laundry?"
"Go ahead and go to sleep, I'm not stopping you."
I would rather live with my dad in Wyoming at this point, but there's too much I'd be leaving behind. Kung Fu, friends, and a girlfriend are evidently worth being the whipping boy.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Dream Magic
At the end of my previous post, I mentioned something about how the way we see ourselves can change the way life treats us. Lots of people would agree, saying, "It's only a bad day because of your attitude", and the like. That's not what I meant at all, but it's pretty similar. Read on.
Imagine, if you will, that this physical plain is just a dream that we share together. We are the dreamers, and this is our dreamland.
You might say to yourself, "This isn't true. In a dream, one can make anything happen. This world is full of things that nobody likes, or things that nobody needs. If this is a dream, then why don't my own experiences seem even remotely dream-like? Aren't dreams supposed to be our personal havens? Isn't a dream usually like a paradise?"
At this point you would recall: Not all dreams are good dreams. Sometimes, we have nightmares. At any moment in time we might be forced to face things that we won't feel comfortable with, or even our worst fears. (And as a side note you would tell yourself that there are some strange people out there who do indeed like eggplant, so its presence is no surprise either.)
It would be perfectly reasonable to ask, "So, like, if I tried to like, um, will an ice cream sammich into this world, it would like, appear in my hands? Like, if I wanted it really bad and stuff?"
You would realize that even in your own dreams it takes quite the force of will to alter the situation and environment. Usually, your subconscious self dictates the goings-on. Adding the fact that your dreams are contained within your mind, ergo easier to govern, and the dream which is life is not contained in anything at all (as we yet know), to alter this world consciously would take the strength of will that only a god could hold.
"So how can we alter this world at all, it being so big and we being so small?" you would ponder. "What is the point of it not being real, if we cannot possibly bend the rules of reality to benefit ourselves and eachother?"
By this I would be able to tell that you do not yet realize the power of your subconscious self. We have, inside of us, limitless potential. Our subconscious self is synonymous with our ultimate self, and the more we improve our minds, the more it awakens within us.
So, you see, the key to altering the world around us is by subconscious will. This, for some people, is quite troubling. You cannot control your subconscious as directly as you'd like. For some, it seems to even have a mind of its own. Some people subconsciously have a deep loathing for themselves. Others might subconsciously think of themselves as hard-working and righteous individuals who are worthy of reward (and they are not just conceited, for the subconscious sees only the truth). They are both mostly unaware of this.
Those who hate themselves want bad things to happen to them, so their lives are miserable. Those who love themselves want good things to happen to them, so their lives are wonderful.
At the moment you are likely asking nobody in particular, "How do I make my subconscious self love me so that good things will happen?" Well, since good things happen to good people, you could start by acting like a good person, and later become one.
"Good people do what is good. How will I know what is the good thing to do?" This is an extremely difficult and controversial question to answer. Many people see things differently. The Nords believed that it was good to slay eachother for glory. Hindus believe that cows are sacred. Eskimos allow travellers access to their wife during the night. Americans believe the previous beliefs are apalling.
The truth is, all of us know what is good already. We are born with this knowledge. Our culture may shape us to accept the killing of others as an acceptable way to behave, but we are born knowing that murder is bad. When someone does something bad, they feel bad. Some people have such an innate sense of good inside of them that wavering from the righteous path will make them cry, or even vomit.
"If doing something bad makes us feel bad, then why do we do bad things?" would be an appropriate question to ask, and a very intriguing one at that. Indeed, people are always lying and cheating their way through life's many obstacles, taking the easy way out (which is almost always the bad way) to simply better their own mundane existence. My only theory so far for this is that we are also imbued with the knowledge that after suffering much, we are greatly rewarded. I'm probably way off though. (So in your comment you may include your own theories for this.)
One must also realize that our the demeanor of our subconscious self does not only have an effect on ourselves, but on others as well. Pure hate is a dangerous weapon of destruction, but in order for us to feel it towards someone, they will have had to do something to deserve it. This makes things twice as bad for them, since they also ultimately (or subconsciously) hate themselves for it, and the cosmic punishments are doubled. They can even be tripled, or quadrupled, or etc., if they offend more people. Perhaps this is why we are naturally inclined to protect ourselves from this by doing bad things in secret, rather than in public.
After pondering on this a bit, one may find themselves asking, "Why is it that if there is something that many people subconsciously wish to be changed, it doesn't always change?" One must remember that an object at rest that uses its energy to stay at rest is much stronger than an object in motion that uses its energy to stay in motion. The conservative minds out there are many, and all are stubborn, down to the subconscious level. This is not necessarily wrong; change is a difficult thing to deal with for some people, and they only want to be comfortable. So, why isn't the world a better place? Because many people put their will against it changing at all.
Thus we see that opposition can occur on all fields of existence. Many of the influencing energies we send out are cancelled by opposing energies sent out by people with a different idea of things. By becoming more like our true and ultimate selves, we can send more powerful influences into the world and change it to suit our needs and the needs of those we love.
Being aware of this power will not change your life, it will only change the way you view it. When something bad happens to you, you might actually begin to think about why it happened, and furthermore why it happened to you of all people.
And that's my philosophy of the world. Whether or not it is true doesn't matter; if we apply the principles contained in it, we will become better people (which really does matter, by the way).
Being aware of this power will not change your life, it will only change the way you view it. When something bad happens to you, you might actually begin to think about why it happened, and furthermore why it happened to you of all people.
And that's my philosophy of the world. Whether or not it is true doesn't matter; if we apply the principles contained in it, we will become better people (which really does matter, by the way).
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Aaaaalriiiiight!
Oh boy, oh boy. Today at Wing Chun I took a good hit to the teeth, and she was wearing a ring, too. Fine, though, I guess my tahn-sao was good enough.
Anyways, today in S.S., I said a bit about natural consequences. Well, I've been thinking about it. Since nature only sees our actions and not our intentions, where do our intentions come in to play? Even another person can not sense our intentions unless we reveal them, but that revelation is also an action, and what do we intend to do when we reveal our intentions?
When we boil it down, our intentions do often make themselves manifest in the manner in which we act. A man who feeds an animal because he loves the animal would pay careful attention to his distribution of the food, maybe even feeding it from his own hands. He would pet it, and talk to it, and give it a nice pat on the head as he leaves. A man who feeds an animal because he wants to eat it might scatter the food on the ground before it, showing no compassion for his future meal. He might even whistle a tune about the meal that animal is destined to become. This is mostly because animals are stupid.
We may be much more secretive or clever when it has to do with humans. All of us act differently depending on the people around us. If you're surrounded by adults, do you behave the same way you would if you were surrounded by children? Boys, if there are ladies present, would we compose ourselves the same way we do when it's just us guys? When Mr. Dye is in the classroom, do we act the same when he leaves for some reason?
Oh, let's see. NO.
Even if you're always the quiet one no matter who's around, don't you at least try to be impressive if you're alone with someone you like?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So I return to my question: Why do our intentions matter? The answer largely depends on whether you're religious or not. If you believe in God, or Allah, or what you would call it, you must also believe that your god knows your thoughts and intentions. Personally I believe that those who mean well are more likely to make it into heaven than those who do good, but do good only intending to better their own situations.
Take Porter Rockwell, for instance. He was an awesome guy. He carried enough loaded weapons to fire hundreds upon hundreds of times without reloading, and carried enough extra ammunition to be able to fire those hundreds of shots again. He drank hard liquor, killed enemies and traitors of the Mormon church, and had his fair share of wives throughout his days. Wanna know something cool? Former and deceased president of the Church Joseph F. Smith answered a question that was a hot topic back in those days: Did Porter Rockwell achieve Celestial Glory? His answer was yes. He did indeed.
How does a guy get into the highest afterlife he believes there to be when he did all that stuff that we would now consider questionable? Well, it's because he did it with the intent to protect his church, and his friend, Joseph. He didn't do it to quench his thirst for liquor/blood/pleasurable company. Porter Rockwell killed people, and he was a good man.
So you see how our intentions are important. If you don't believe in a god, then believe in yourself. You know whether or not you're a good person. Everybody else knows whether or not you do good things. And believe me, when you hate yourself, when you think you're a bad person, bad things happen to you. (I won't delve further into that statement now, but remind me to address it on a later date.)
Anyways, today in S.S., I said a bit about natural consequences. Well, I've been thinking about it. Since nature only sees our actions and not our intentions, where do our intentions come in to play? Even another person can not sense our intentions unless we reveal them, but that revelation is also an action, and what do we intend to do when we reveal our intentions?
When we boil it down, our intentions do often make themselves manifest in the manner in which we act. A man who feeds an animal because he loves the animal would pay careful attention to his distribution of the food, maybe even feeding it from his own hands. He would pet it, and talk to it, and give it a nice pat on the head as he leaves. A man who feeds an animal because he wants to eat it might scatter the food on the ground before it, showing no compassion for his future meal. He might even whistle a tune about the meal that animal is destined to become. This is mostly because animals are stupid.
We may be much more secretive or clever when it has to do with humans. All of us act differently depending on the people around us. If you're surrounded by adults, do you behave the same way you would if you were surrounded by children? Boys, if there are ladies present, would we compose ourselves the same way we do when it's just us guys? When Mr. Dye is in the classroom, do we act the same when he leaves for some reason?
Oh, let's see. NO.
Even if you're always the quiet one no matter who's around, don't you at least try to be impressive if you're alone with someone you like?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
So I return to my question: Why do our intentions matter? The answer largely depends on whether you're religious or not. If you believe in God, or Allah, or what you would call it, you must also believe that your god knows your thoughts and intentions. Personally I believe that those who mean well are more likely to make it into heaven than those who do good, but do good only intending to better their own situations.
Take Porter Rockwell, for instance. He was an awesome guy. He carried enough loaded weapons to fire hundreds upon hundreds of times without reloading, and carried enough extra ammunition to be able to fire those hundreds of shots again. He drank hard liquor, killed enemies and traitors of the Mormon church, and had his fair share of wives throughout his days. Wanna know something cool? Former and deceased president of the Church Joseph F. Smith answered a question that was a hot topic back in those days: Did Porter Rockwell achieve Celestial Glory? His answer was yes. He did indeed.
How does a guy get into the highest afterlife he believes there to be when he did all that stuff that we would now consider questionable? Well, it's because he did it with the intent to protect his church, and his friend, Joseph. He didn't do it to quench his thirst for liquor/blood/pleasurable company. Porter Rockwell killed people, and he was a good man.
So you see how our intentions are important. If you don't believe in a god, then believe in yourself. You know whether or not you're a good person. Everybody else knows whether or not you do good things. And believe me, when you hate yourself, when you think you're a bad person, bad things happen to you. (I won't delve further into that statement now, but remind me to address it on a later date.)
Monday, September 15, 2008
He spent a lot of time in France.
From posting a comment on Jack Anderson's blog, I was semi-inspired to publish another post. A short one.
Among our nation's great founders, Benjamin Franklin is often listed. Of course, he never became president, nor did he fight any wars, nor was he initially in favor of the constitution. But he's still featured on the $100 bill. Many quote him, saying such things as "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise", or "A penny saved is a penny earned". I am a personal fan of his 8 hours proposition, which consisted of the fact that there are 24 hours given in a day, and essentially three categories to divide our time into: work, play, and sleep.
If you ask any adult if they only work for 8 hours a day, they will almost invariably say "no". This casts my hopes of a happy future aside, when I think about it. When I have children, I'll need that 8 hours of play-time to play with them, to establish a good relationship with them. Unfortunately, the way things are, and the way they're headed, I might not get to spend any time with my kids at all. They'll be raised by people who's job it is to take care of children, someone who's views on discipline I will most certainly disagree with.
And that's how it's going to be. Everything will be a job. Playing video games is already a job (for they require testing). Eventually, I bet it will be the childrens' job to play in playgrounds to create pleasant scenes for tourists or retired folk. That is to say the tourists who's job it is to tour countries and tell others about them, and the old people who's job it is to, essentially, sit around and create an air of equality and tranquility, not to mention the occasional cynical senility. It will be a baby's job to cry when it's hungry or lonely or needs a change. If it does not do its job, it will die.
Sleeping might become a job too. We will be required to sleep a certain number of hours each night, and failure to comply could result in severe punishment.
In school, it is sometimes my job to read a good book, or write a good story. The restrictions on how much I can read or what I can write causes me to lose interest in an otherwise worthwhile activity. Sorry, Mr. Dye, but that's kinda how I work.
That's all.
Among our nation's great founders, Benjamin Franklin is often listed. Of course, he never became president, nor did he fight any wars, nor was he initially in favor of the constitution. But he's still featured on the $100 bill. Many quote him, saying such things as "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise", or "A penny saved is a penny earned". I am a personal fan of his 8 hours proposition, which consisted of the fact that there are 24 hours given in a day, and essentially three categories to divide our time into: work, play, and sleep.
If you ask any adult if they only work for 8 hours a day, they will almost invariably say "no". This casts my hopes of a happy future aside, when I think about it. When I have children, I'll need that 8 hours of play-time to play with them, to establish a good relationship with them. Unfortunately, the way things are, and the way they're headed, I might not get to spend any time with my kids at all. They'll be raised by people who's job it is to take care of children, someone who's views on discipline I will most certainly disagree with.
And that's how it's going to be. Everything will be a job. Playing video games is already a job (for they require testing). Eventually, I bet it will be the childrens' job to play in playgrounds to create pleasant scenes for tourists or retired folk. That is to say the tourists who's job it is to tour countries and tell others about them, and the old people who's job it is to, essentially, sit around and create an air of equality and tranquility, not to mention the occasional cynical senility. It will be a baby's job to cry when it's hungry or lonely or needs a change. If it does not do its job, it will die.
Sleeping might become a job too. We will be required to sleep a certain number of hours each night, and failure to comply could result in severe punishment.
In school, it is sometimes my job to read a good book, or write a good story. The restrictions on how much I can read or what I can write causes me to lose interest in an otherwise worthwhile activity. Sorry, Mr. Dye, but that's kinda how I work.
That's all.
Slit his own mama's throat for a nickel.
Hey, everyone/whoever! RAAAAAOOOOOAAARRRRGH!!! You know how it is. Indeed, nothing frustrates me at the moment. I'd kill someone right now, though, if there was good money involved, as well as legal evasion. Pretty confident of that.
There was a brief time in my life where I decided that being an assassin was a good job for me. But after I thought about it alot (with the help of Grosse Point Blank), I decided that in order to be successful you would have to join an agency, and joining an agency entails that you lose a few freedoms you would otherwise have if you were independent. Joining an agency and then splitting from it to make your own business wouldn't work either; what kind of assassin are you if you have a reputation? If someone recognizes you, game over, right?
After convincing myself that electing not to be an assassin was simply a matter of business rather than morals, I changed my mind and decided that I wanted to be a bounty hunter. With my practical combination of parkour and kung fu, I could chase down and detain any criminal. I'd have no problems with it. Plus, my girlfriend's dad is a bounty hunter, so any additional training would come for free, with a bonus of knowing a guy who knows his stuff. Connections.
Unfortunately, just when I had started fantasizing about shooting people in the legs, my girlfriend's pseudo-maternal instincts kicked in, and that dream disappeared too. (If anybody finds a better way to put that, let me know. Maternal doesn't sound right when it's about her.)
Naturally, joining the armed forces is out of the question. The training is rigorous in the sense that it involves desensitization towards traumatic images or experiences. Losing my sensitivity means losing my self, my very being, and as great as this country is, I'm mine. I'd like to keep my self to myself, thank you very much. Please don't draft me.
I'm good at writing, how about I write? "Pfffff", Johnny Depp would say, recalling his role as Mort Rainey in Secret Window. Not a life I'd envy.
So finally I come to a multilemma. What should I be? What contributions will I make to this world? If anybody has any suggestions, you're welcome to confront me about them. Not that I'll take you seriously.
There was a brief time in my life where I decided that being an assassin was a good job for me. But after I thought about it alot (with the help of Grosse Point Blank), I decided that in order to be successful you would have to join an agency, and joining an agency entails that you lose a few freedoms you would otherwise have if you were independent. Joining an agency and then splitting from it to make your own business wouldn't work either; what kind of assassin are you if you have a reputation? If someone recognizes you, game over, right?
After convincing myself that electing not to be an assassin was simply a matter of business rather than morals, I changed my mind and decided that I wanted to be a bounty hunter. With my practical combination of parkour and kung fu, I could chase down and detain any criminal. I'd have no problems with it. Plus, my girlfriend's dad is a bounty hunter, so any additional training would come for free, with a bonus of knowing a guy who knows his stuff. Connections.
Unfortunately, just when I had started fantasizing about shooting people in the legs, my girlfriend's pseudo-maternal instincts kicked in, and that dream disappeared too. (If anybody finds a better way to put that, let me know. Maternal doesn't sound right when it's about her.)
Naturally, joining the armed forces is out of the question. The training is rigorous in the sense that it involves desensitization towards traumatic images or experiences. Losing my sensitivity means losing my self, my very being, and as great as this country is, I'm mine. I'd like to keep my self to myself, thank you very much. Please don't draft me.
I'm good at writing, how about I write? "Pfffff", Johnny Depp would say, recalling his role as Mort Rainey in Secret Window. Not a life I'd envy.
So finally I come to a multilemma. What should I be? What contributions will I make to this world? If anybody has any suggestions, you're welcome to confront me about them. Not that I'll take you seriously.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'll take a humour. Make it dry.
[Levi walks in with a slight "what's all this then" air about him.]
Now, now, mind you people this is likely to be the first blog I've ever logged. And thus, I find it very likely that the first thing people want to know about me is what kind of music I listen to. Well, whenever I get the time I play video games, and most of the ones that I bother to play have amazing and touching scores. Look up Yasunori Mitsuda sometime. I usually don't like mainstream stuff very much because people used to ask me if I liked Green Day, which I don't. I think that the members of Green Day are just trying to get your attention by blatantly letting you know how much your life sucks. Well, okay, their music is half decent, but the lyrics are poisonous.
Usually I listen to music with either confusing and fun lyrics, or no lyrics at all. Generally I think that sacrament hymns are depressing, which they are, and so my favorite hymn is "If You Could Hie to Kolob". Only time I've ever felt tears leave my eyes in church.
That's enough about music. Now on to... hobbies I suppose.
Well, I mentioned earlier that I play video games sometimes. As for genres, I often will find myself playing action/rpg games, i.e. Secret of Mana if any of you remember that game from the SNES. Also I play RPGs with alternative battle systems such as Chrono Cross. Oh, I LOVE Chrono Cross. The first time I beat it, I cried all the way through the ending credits. Ahem. Anyways, you could say I'm a pro at Super Smash Bros. Melee (which is why Stephen doesn't play with me very often... oh, did I mention, he's my twin brother?) and quite honestly any game I can get my hands on, unless you count first person shooters. I'm not so good at those. Usually what I do is find a car and start running over people, which works very well (in case you've never tried it before).
Series that I'm a fan of? I like Sonic the Hedgehog (this one time I rented a tape of the old TV show and watched it over and over again all night), Legend of Zelda, Megaman (woah, haven't played one of those in a while actually), and, ending with the most obvious, Final Fantasy (but usually I lean towards the not-so-final-fantasy games such as Tactics and Crystal Chronicles).
Woah-dee-hoe, that's a lot about video games. I hope I'm not boring you. Let's move on to my more physical activities.
To start with, parkour. Why don't you do a youtube search for it right now? That will defeat my need to explain it to you, because the next thing is a whole lot more interesting.
If you were paying attention when I first came to class, you would have noted that I do Wing Chun. Wing Chun is a style of Kung Fu that basically involves doing the most effective thing, which rules out high-kicks, shin punches, hook punches, and more. Needless to say, we don't waste our time defending a blow and then retaliating. We defend, and that defense HURTS the attacker, and if we feel the need we can punch them at the same time. Also, the way we punch is a little different from how most people punch.
It's ALL about stance. I've tried punching without being in my stance, and I just don't feel the power from it.
Okay, listen. I could write a lot about Wing Chun, so how about I just give a demonstration one day? Maybe you'll be lucky enough to be chosen to receive a punch from me! Or you can bravely volunteer. (By the way, if you really do want one, don't worry about anyone asking you about a bruise, because it won't leave one, despite the fact that you'll be feeling it for a few days afterwards. Believe me, I would know, having received a Wing Chun punch from a master.)
One last little thing that I do need to tell you about Wing Chun is that we believe in relaxation. Doing techniques that take up a lot of energy and end up missing anyway are a total waste of energy. Besides... well if you want me to demonstrate, you'll find out about the power of relaxation.
Now to the most important part about me: My Hair. My Hair used to be long and beautiful, naturally falling in ringlets down past my shoulders. Then, my mom signed me up for this school, and she cut It all off. My Hair has been donated to a now-very-fortunate cancer patient, which is exactly what Porter Rockwell did, so I didn't feel too sad about It. But then, my mom cut off some more of It, and, well, I cried. (You probably think I cry a lot now, don't you? I am pretty sensitive, to tell the truth.)
Well that's pretty much it for now. Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you. I have a girlfriend. [Levi now sits back and enjoys the imaginary groans of disappointment from every girl who reads this.] Yeah... Yeah.
Now, now, mind you people this is likely to be the first blog I've ever logged. And thus, I find it very likely that the first thing people want to know about me is what kind of music I listen to. Well, whenever I get the time I play video games, and most of the ones that I bother to play have amazing and touching scores. Look up Yasunori Mitsuda sometime. I usually don't like mainstream stuff very much because people used to ask me if I liked Green Day, which I don't. I think that the members of Green Day are just trying to get your attention by blatantly letting you know how much your life sucks. Well, okay, their music is half decent, but the lyrics are poisonous.
Usually I listen to music with either confusing and fun lyrics, or no lyrics at all. Generally I think that sacrament hymns are depressing, which they are, and so my favorite hymn is "If You Could Hie to Kolob". Only time I've ever felt tears leave my eyes in church.
That's enough about music. Now on to... hobbies I suppose.
Well, I mentioned earlier that I play video games sometimes. As for genres, I often will find myself playing action/rpg games, i.e. Secret of Mana if any of you remember that game from the SNES. Also I play RPGs with alternative battle systems such as Chrono Cross. Oh, I LOVE Chrono Cross. The first time I beat it, I cried all the way through the ending credits. Ahem. Anyways, you could say I'm a pro at Super Smash Bros. Melee (which is why Stephen doesn't play with me very often... oh, did I mention, he's my twin brother?) and quite honestly any game I can get my hands on, unless you count first person shooters. I'm not so good at those. Usually what I do is find a car and start running over people, which works very well (in case you've never tried it before).
Series that I'm a fan of? I like Sonic the Hedgehog (this one time I rented a tape of the old TV show and watched it over and over again all night), Legend of Zelda, Megaman (woah, haven't played one of those in a while actually), and, ending with the most obvious, Final Fantasy (but usually I lean towards the not-so-final-fantasy games such as Tactics and Crystal Chronicles).
Woah-dee-hoe, that's a lot about video games. I hope I'm not boring you. Let's move on to my more physical activities.
To start with, parkour. Why don't you do a youtube search for it right now? That will defeat my need to explain it to you, because the next thing is a whole lot more interesting.
If you were paying attention when I first came to class, you would have noted that I do Wing Chun. Wing Chun is a style of Kung Fu that basically involves doing the most effective thing, which rules out high-kicks, shin punches, hook punches, and more. Needless to say, we don't waste our time defending a blow and then retaliating. We defend, and that defense HURTS the attacker, and if we feel the need we can punch them at the same time. Also, the way we punch is a little different from how most people punch.
It's ALL about stance. I've tried punching without being in my stance, and I just don't feel the power from it.
Okay, listen. I could write a lot about Wing Chun, so how about I just give a demonstration one day? Maybe you'll be lucky enough to be chosen to receive a punch from me! Or you can bravely volunteer. (By the way, if you really do want one, don't worry about anyone asking you about a bruise, because it won't leave one, despite the fact that you'll be feeling it for a few days afterwards. Believe me, I would know, having received a Wing Chun punch from a master.)
One last little thing that I do need to tell you about Wing Chun is that we believe in relaxation. Doing techniques that take up a lot of energy and end up missing anyway are a total waste of energy. Besides... well if you want me to demonstrate, you'll find out about the power of relaxation.
Now to the most important part about me: My Hair. My Hair used to be long and beautiful, naturally falling in ringlets down past my shoulders. Then, my mom signed me up for this school, and she cut It all off. My Hair has been donated to a now-very-fortunate cancer patient, which is exactly what Porter Rockwell did, so I didn't feel too sad about It. But then, my mom cut off some more of It, and, well, I cried. (You probably think I cry a lot now, don't you? I am pretty sensitive, to tell the truth.)
Well that's pretty much it for now. Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you. I have a girlfriend. [Levi now sits back and enjoys the imaginary groans of disappointment from every girl who reads this.] Yeah... Yeah.
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