I challenge all of you to create a YouTube account. After you create an account, proceed to go to every single beatles video, or at least hit the major ones. Then comment something like "These guys are almost as good as the Jonas Brothers."
Hah, I was just watching some Beatles on YouTube, and noticed that some musically hindered members were comparing the Jonas Brothers to the Beatles. The Jonas Brothers have some sort of look that inspires varied shrieks from young teenage girls, but they lack talent. I just think its funny how people say that. And someone I quote their comment said "almost as good as the jonas brothers."
I got a kick out of it because you can tell the Jonas Brothers emulate the Beatles and are definitely trying to surpass them in some way. Just because you have fans, doesn't mean you're good.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Some People Learn it in the Schools
Every year since the sixth grade has been the same. My grades start out somewhat poor, then decrease as the year goes on. I wish grades didn't exist, they are supremely indescriptive of any individual. Grades represent how well your robot mind has been programmed to submit to the squeemish authority of our society.
I do not like homework, it is consuming and not very worthwhile. I'd rather just study what I want to sudy, like Theology and Music and Writing. Learning would be much more successful if we could just choose what we want to study and focus in on it.
I guess that would be college. Although, highschool is supremely lame, how am I going to make it to college? I blame it all on homework. A cancer of the creative mind. The task that rots away my day with apprehension. I don't want to do it at all, but I know that I must to "succeed." So the result is a very poor grade average. For several weeks I may focus very finely on schoolwork, then I get very fed up and let a couple assignments go by. The result is a blemished letter stamped onto my report card. Although I am capable of doing quality work, the same mind crusing gear grinding day by day assignments that consume any and all free time is quite a terrible thing.
If I were to do every homework assignment to get good grades, I feel that I would be missing out on more important things and my life would be supremely stressful. It would just be school, homework, my job, and poor sleep. I would become a robot soon to meltdown under the pressure brought on by the fat rats at the head of our society.
I do not like homework, I do not like grades. Neither represent or enhance my individual mind.
I do not like homework, it is consuming and not very worthwhile. I'd rather just study what I want to sudy, like Theology and Music and Writing. Learning would be much more successful if we could just choose what we want to study and focus in on it.
I guess that would be college. Although, highschool is supremely lame, how am I going to make it to college? I blame it all on homework. A cancer of the creative mind. The task that rots away my day with apprehension. I don't want to do it at all, but I know that I must to "succeed." So the result is a very poor grade average. For several weeks I may focus very finely on schoolwork, then I get very fed up and let a couple assignments go by. The result is a blemished letter stamped onto my report card. Although I am capable of doing quality work, the same mind crusing gear grinding day by day assignments that consume any and all free time is quite a terrible thing.
If I were to do every homework assignment to get good grades, I feel that I would be missing out on more important things and my life would be supremely stressful. It would just be school, homework, my job, and poor sleep. I would become a robot soon to meltdown under the pressure brought on by the fat rats at the head of our society.
I do not like homework, I do not like grades. Neither represent or enhance my individual mind.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Music Theory
Not everything that's good has to be fun right? I am really interested and greatly intrigued by the depth of music theory. It seems like such a puzzling, yet useful skill. Hopefully it will sometime prove rewarding as a musician. So far I am just brushing up on music theory using some recommended websites from my friend and guitar teacher. It's definitely something I think will keep me busy for the rest of my life as long as I'm willing to learn.
Sweater Vest
Last night I purchased a brown sweater vest accompanied by a plaid blue, brown and white long sleeve. I am very excited because I am going to try the sweater vest look for the first time this morning at church. Wish me luck.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Short Story
One small step for Ben, one giant leap for mankind. That would be one way to describe the creation of that which is my short story. It was really easy, being that I am great at everything. I'm going to name my publishing label "River" because I flow so naturally and the nearby villagers feed off of my generosity. The easiest parts of writing my story were the beginning, middle, and end. I know you'll enjoy my story so you don't need to comment this blog. Wouldn't want to crash the Blogger.com server with my imminent flood of fans.
Thank you, no really thank you reader, for selfishly indulging yourself in my amazing piece of work.
The One and Only,
Benmanship
Thank you, no really thank you reader, for selfishly indulging yourself in my amazing piece of work.
The One and Only,
Benmanship
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Ted Nugent
If my mind was posessed entirely by satan, I think the voice in my head would sound like Ted Nugent.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Allman Brothers
That perfect flowing happy sound I was looking for. I think Phish might also have it too.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Contemplation
I'm considering whether or not to create a new blog titled "Visage Ventures" where I will update the progress of my face. No it sounds too uninteresting and incapable of constant continuation. And also weird.
Visage Ventures
I am embarking on an epic quest known only as "The Visage Ventures" where myself and any other daring souls will push our face to the limit. Let me know if you want to join, but be warned, 'tis perilous.
it's growing on your head!
I am currently waiting for my hair to grow. Right now I have a mullet equipped. It works really well if you want attention otherwise squandered elsewhere upon others.
I'm also working on a moustache and soul patch. The moustache in my case is basically a dirt stache. But I'm going to give it about 2 weeks and see if it thickens up. I was inspired by Mr. Ackerman's blog to attempt the moustache, although it looks foolish on some, I decided to do it for a change.
The ladies tell me they like just side burns, but hey, they can't handle me anyways. So the soul patch inspirado came from none other than Jack Black. In his HBO series from the nineties I believe, his visage is equipped with a soul patch. Being at my stage in development, the soul patch would not be nearly thick or noticable enough, so I decided to pair it up with the moustache. In theory, the dirt stache or "Poor Man's Moustache" as I just called it would draw more attention to the center of my face. As people will dip their heads to laugh, they will notice the soul patch and rethink their former views.
Facial hair is alot of fun and I am just beginning to explore it this year. I'm sure that I will have had many cool beards by the time I am old and grey. Even then, I will probably have the toppled mountain range (all aspects of my facial hair will be long, triangular and pointy).
So wish me luck and let your dream grow.
I'm also working on a moustache and soul patch. The moustache in my case is basically a dirt stache. But I'm going to give it about 2 weeks and see if it thickens up. I was inspired by Mr. Ackerman's blog to attempt the moustache, although it looks foolish on some, I decided to do it for a change.
The ladies tell me they like just side burns, but hey, they can't handle me anyways. So the soul patch inspirado came from none other than Jack Black. In his HBO series from the nineties I believe, his visage is equipped with a soul patch. Being at my stage in development, the soul patch would not be nearly thick or noticable enough, so I decided to pair it up with the moustache. In theory, the dirt stache or "Poor Man's Moustache" as I just called it would draw more attention to the center of my face. As people will dip their heads to laugh, they will notice the soul patch and rethink their former views.
Facial hair is alot of fun and I am just beginning to explore it this year. I'm sure that I will have had many cool beards by the time I am old and grey. Even then, I will probably have the toppled mountain range (all aspects of my facial hair will be long, triangular and pointy).
So wish me luck and let your dream grow.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Man vs. Bear
I think it would be so cool to fight a bear one on one in the wilderness. Imagine you are walking through a heavily forrested mountainous region with only the clothes on your back, some camping supplies, and a hunting knife. Then all of a sudden, you see a bear over in the distance and it sees you. You and the bear lock eyes, and the bear begins to charge. Knowing very well that to turn you back would be treason to yourself, you charge the bear as well. When the collision is imminent, you unsling your backpack and hurl it at the bear. Now the bear is disoriented and stumbles in its stride. So you unsheath your trusty hunting blade and gnash at the bear's cranium. This is a close quarters fight, so the bear is mauling you with claws the size of your head. You're a bloody mess and you can't hold out much longer but you keep tearing and slashing away at the bear. A fierce swipe from the bear thrusts your head to the side and you see a muddled puddle of blood, not knowing its source. The bear roars and draws back for another swipe, so you gouge its eye down to its snout. Desperate, and in a blind rage, the bear goes straight for you neck with its horrific teeth. Using adrenaline enhanced strength in a fight for survival, you fend off the foul beast with pure strength and take a split second chance to pierce and gash its jugular. The risk paid off, as the bear attempts to belch out a deafening roar, he chukes up some blood and mucus all over your thrashed body. The bear stands teetering and tottering like a tower, you scramble to your feet to flank the bear. You pounce the bear from it's exposed back to finish it off. With a heroic leap, you latch onto the bear's shoulders and unleash a flurry of jabs into its neck, and it spits up more blood as it falls to the ground. Victory is yours for the day. You just killed menacing mammoth mammalious bear. Congratulations.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Black Friday
Black Friday
As prices were lowered with a great holiday hack, many earnest employees faced attack, all on the peculiar Friday of black. After the turkey had been brought, lower prices were sought, greedy go getters fought, an employee’s life was reduced to naught and a lesson was taught.
With an economy soon to fail, we once again were called upon to bail in return was an outrageous sale. Buying things we want to own, every twelve seconds a new cellular phone, for children with texting abilities to hone. Oh yes, the deals were hot, at a toy store two men were shot, now they lay in the ground to rot, do they not? Why would one man do so to another? Why does the flood of mothers seek to get a cheap sweater for a brother?
When the day finally gave in and quit, all of them asked was it worth it? Plundered were the stores of thrift, all for that perfect Christmas gift. Will destiny fulfill our new fear? Will stupidity repeat itself next year?
Yes, this poem is true, such piteous people made the black day feel blue. Christmas mentality of a stuffed stocking, suffocated reason with a logical blocking. Now keep it safe with your holiday plan, please be reasonable if you can. It’s not a madman’s free for all taking place in the shopping mall. Its supposed to be a time of peace, love, and merriment for all.
Perhaps at the turn of the year when the crystalline ball does drop, all of this illogicality will stop. Haha, what could I be thinking, that’s a night filled with excessive drinking. Or maybe it’ll be safe on Easter break, no wait, that’s when all of the college kids travel for a risk to take.
It’s starting to seem, society has no moral to redeem. With no purity there is no security. So fend for yourself, just as any Christmas elf. I wish you a happy holiday retreat, have plenty of presents and food to eat!
As prices were lowered with a great holiday hack, many earnest employees faced attack, all on the peculiar Friday of black. After the turkey had been brought, lower prices were sought, greedy go getters fought, an employee’s life was reduced to naught and a lesson was taught.
With an economy soon to fail, we once again were called upon to bail in return was an outrageous sale. Buying things we want to own, every twelve seconds a new cellular phone, for children with texting abilities to hone. Oh yes, the deals were hot, at a toy store two men were shot, now they lay in the ground to rot, do they not? Why would one man do so to another? Why does the flood of mothers seek to get a cheap sweater for a brother?
When the day finally gave in and quit, all of them asked was it worth it? Plundered were the stores of thrift, all for that perfect Christmas gift. Will destiny fulfill our new fear? Will stupidity repeat itself next year?
Yes, this poem is true, such piteous people made the black day feel blue. Christmas mentality of a stuffed stocking, suffocated reason with a logical blocking. Now keep it safe with your holiday plan, please be reasonable if you can. It’s not a madman’s free for all taking place in the shopping mall. Its supposed to be a time of peace, love, and merriment for all.
Perhaps at the turn of the year when the crystalline ball does drop, all of this illogicality will stop. Haha, what could I be thinking, that’s a night filled with excessive drinking. Or maybe it’ll be safe on Easter break, no wait, that’s when all of the college kids travel for a risk to take.
It’s starting to seem, society has no moral to redeem. With no purity there is no security. So fend for yourself, just as any Christmas elf. I wish you a happy holiday retreat, have plenty of presents and food to eat!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
My Favorite Song as of Now
Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bedLay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
Really Excited
I'm going to Guitar Center today with my little brother. He might pick up drums since Christmas is around the corner. I'm so pumped, he's going into highschool next year and I think it would be so cool to do battle of the bands with him.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Aphorism
I just forgot what I was going to say. Give me a second.
Ah yes, "Three Hots and a Cot."
This is a saying that I live by. I mean what more can I say. Three hot meals and a decent bed to rest upon, what more could man possibly need? (Arguably, Arnold Palmer, of course.)
Seriously though, basic necessities sleep and food. Not just food, but hot meals. I hate going to work without a hot meal. Peanut butter and milk just doesn't cut it these days, and never really has for a main meal. Sadly, I have faced myself with such pitiful portions.
And for sleep, not just a bed, I said a COT. This implies that you are rugged in nature if you utilize the epicness of a cot. Very basic, and somewhat unwelcoming; which makes getting out of bed in the morning a lot more fun.
In conclusion, "Three hots and a cot" be with you always and forever. Along with the peace of the Holy Spirit.
Ah yes, "Three Hots and a Cot."
This is a saying that I live by. I mean what more can I say. Three hot meals and a decent bed to rest upon, what more could man possibly need? (Arguably, Arnold Palmer, of course.)
Seriously though, basic necessities sleep and food. Not just food, but hot meals. I hate going to work without a hot meal. Peanut butter and milk just doesn't cut it these days, and never really has for a main meal. Sadly, I have faced myself with such pitiful portions.
And for sleep, not just a bed, I said a COT. This implies that you are rugged in nature if you utilize the epicness of a cot. Very basic, and somewhat unwelcoming; which makes getting out of bed in the morning a lot more fun.
In conclusion, "Three hots and a cot" be with you always and forever. Along with the peace of the Holy Spirit.
What I Did Today
I went to school. It was pretty cool I guess, I mean it wasn't totally lame. Some of my classes were fun others not.
Then after school, I drove home in my mom's minivan and kinda layed around for a bit unsuccessfully.
So then i took my mom's minivan and drove way out yonder into the countryside in hopes of writing a poem. But along that rambling road I could not find a suitable resting place for the vehicle containing myself.
So I continued on yonder down Ye Olde Country Road, its not really called that but I said it for effect.
So anyways, there I sit in my mom's minivan with some Hendrix blasted all the way up out in ye olde countryside. And after some turns and some long ye olde roads, I met the infamous street known as Central. I knew this olde road would take me down yonder to civilizaton marked none other by Wal-Mart and its loyal patrons and disposable employees (wooh Unions! lol jk I know nothing about Unions and non-unions, I do not even know if Union is supposed to be capitalized).
So I took a Ye Olde Left Turne downe ye olde Central. I followed Ye olde straight path that hath been laid down and given the name Central. Ye Olde Traffick became increasingly dense like the nucleus of an atom. Ye olde Atom.
Upon entering the heart of Wal-Mart, I stopped by my olde friends abode. His name is Joseph, and Joseph was not home. So I bid my parting to Joseph's olde parents and made my olde way back to Ye Olde Road de Central. Once again blasting some Hendrix.
I soon grew weary of Central. So, to my delight, I redirected onto Ye Olde Winding Road that leads to Ye Olde Guitar Center. Soon I arrived at Ye Olde Guitar Center and played upon one of my dream amps for plot of time. It is of course very akward to play at Ye Olde Guitar Center, and draws upon one's self consciousness of their ability to become one with Ye Olde Guitar.
I ditched Ye Olde Guitar Center and helped myself to one of their picks (which are free like toothpicks). I flipped on the radio to some Ye Olde Christmas tunes and headed home.
I did not make comfortable my stay at home for their was a great rumble in my tummy which consequently lead to a grumble for some cash. I pocketed my father's cash which he donned upon my open palm. Palm sounds like Arnold Palmer.
So I went to Ye Olde Taco Belle and got some good food. It was all right, I kind of ate too much and it wasn't worth it.
After some mild disappointment with Ye Olde Department of Tacos, I stepped foot into a nearby grocer's store. Spoken in a gentle whisper was word of Ye Legend of Ye Olde Vintage Arnold Palmer Green Tea Lemonade beverage of mysticalities. I purchased the beverage for 99c.
Currently, I am sipping upon the rim of the beverage. Hanging on each honey dew drip that hangs precariously. Such a wonderful tantalization for the tastebuds.
This drink is really great and made Ye Olde Voyage worth my while.
YE OLDE ENDE!
Then after school, I drove home in my mom's minivan and kinda layed around for a bit unsuccessfully.
So then i took my mom's minivan and drove way out yonder into the countryside in hopes of writing a poem. But along that rambling road I could not find a suitable resting place for the vehicle containing myself.
So I continued on yonder down Ye Olde Country Road, its not really called that but I said it for effect.
So anyways, there I sit in my mom's minivan with some Hendrix blasted all the way up out in ye olde countryside. And after some turns and some long ye olde roads, I met the infamous street known as Central. I knew this olde road would take me down yonder to civilizaton marked none other by Wal-Mart and its loyal patrons and disposable employees (wooh Unions! lol jk I know nothing about Unions and non-unions, I do not even know if Union is supposed to be capitalized).
So I took a Ye Olde Left Turne downe ye olde Central. I followed Ye olde straight path that hath been laid down and given the name Central. Ye Olde Traffick became increasingly dense like the nucleus of an atom. Ye olde Atom.
Upon entering the heart of Wal-Mart, I stopped by my olde friends abode. His name is Joseph, and Joseph was not home. So I bid my parting to Joseph's olde parents and made my olde way back to Ye Olde Road de Central. Once again blasting some Hendrix.
I soon grew weary of Central. So, to my delight, I redirected onto Ye Olde Winding Road that leads to Ye Olde Guitar Center. Soon I arrived at Ye Olde Guitar Center and played upon one of my dream amps for plot of time. It is of course very akward to play at Ye Olde Guitar Center, and draws upon one's self consciousness of their ability to become one with Ye Olde Guitar.
I ditched Ye Olde Guitar Center and helped myself to one of their picks (which are free like toothpicks). I flipped on the radio to some Ye Olde Christmas tunes and headed home.
I did not make comfortable my stay at home for their was a great rumble in my tummy which consequently lead to a grumble for some cash. I pocketed my father's cash which he donned upon my open palm. Palm sounds like Arnold Palmer.
So I went to Ye Olde Taco Belle and got some good food. It was all right, I kind of ate too much and it wasn't worth it.
After some mild disappointment with Ye Olde Department of Tacos, I stepped foot into a nearby grocer's store. Spoken in a gentle whisper was word of Ye Legend of Ye Olde Vintage Arnold Palmer Green Tea Lemonade beverage of mysticalities. I purchased the beverage for 99c.
Currently, I am sipping upon the rim of the beverage. Hanging on each honey dew drip that hangs precariously. Such a wonderful tantalization for the tastebuds.
This drink is really great and made Ye Olde Voyage worth my while.
YE OLDE ENDE!
...
...I think my head is about to explode, leaving only my tongue to govern my body. Currently, at 8:55 pm, I am for the first time ever in my life experiencing The Arnold Palmer Lite Green Tea Lemonade Half & Half Beverage. I think that I am entering a comatose state of seemingly limitless euphoria of the senses. I am so revitalized...
Guitar Center
I'm going to make my way to Guitar Center Today
Filled with an excited ache and cramp I can't wait to try out my dream amp
A playground for the shredder what could be better?
It's been a long week I've done what I can
Now I'll start the voyage in my mother's minivan
If all goes well with no bent fender, I'll plug in some vintage gear
And rock it on a Fender (Blues DeVille)
My anxious await will not stay with the oncoming holiday
With my only Christmas gift, I will bestow upon it a tasty riff
Practice is the key if you wanna get like me
Music is an escape, it sets me free
Filled with an excited ache and cramp I can't wait to try out my dream amp
A playground for the shredder what could be better?
It's been a long week I've done what I can
Now I'll start the voyage in my mother's minivan
If all goes well with no bent fender, I'll plug in some vintage gear
And rock it on a Fender (Blues DeVille)
My anxious await will not stay with the oncoming holiday
With my only Christmas gift, I will bestow upon it a tasty riff
Practice is the key if you wanna get like me
Music is an escape, it sets me free
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Writers Block
I'm sitting in the journalism room or pub or whatever its called, and I cannot think of an interesting topic to write about. We have to do a column, and my creative juices are not flowing. Very lame in conclusion.
Monday, November 17, 2008
CSO
In response to Mr. Ackerman's Sweater Vest Society, I propose that Northview should put into place yet another organization. The Coffee Sippers Organization (CSO). Myself and another friend have initiated this club every other day during the week in our morning study hall. The idea is that we sip coffee (Although we only have access to cappuccinos, which may I add are way to sugary and thick) and discuss fine literature or whatever other topics seem interesting or entertaining.
I propose that we base the club around great coffee, great friends, and fine literature. No better way to start the day than with piping hot beverage. Anyways, some rules would have to be, no vulgarity, no gossip, and no girls (just kidding).
Feel free to comment, and feel free to join.
I propose that we base the club around great coffee, great friends, and fine literature. No better way to start the day than with piping hot beverage. Anyways, some rules would have to be, no vulgarity, no gossip, and no girls (just kidding).
Feel free to comment, and feel free to join.
Tips Welcome
I would like to know if any of you bloggers out there have tips to stay focused day by day in school. You know, the necessities of a good GPA, homework completion mainly. How do you overachievers do it? I need to know some schemes to get myself to do homework every day. I mean its so redundant and boring, after a while you start to hate your favorite song after listening to it so many times for some lame math problems.
So, how do you keep it fresh with the homework?
So, how do you keep it fresh with the homework?
Things to know
The name's Ben, and right now I'm struggling with the problem that we all face each day at school. You know, each period every day, the time comes when we all must come up with a catchy introductory paragraph and or sentence. Well, I completely just took care of mine by relating to you about what a bore the task can be. I think they should be banned.
But anyways, I do enjoy writing on my spare time. I usually have a pen or notebook in my room because the things that I write about sometimes just come from my line of thought. I also really like to write about nature because it is great in so many ways. Another mentionable fact is that I am a Christian and I'm doing my best to live the life. Guitar is becoming more and more of a passion and I'd like to start studying a bit of music theory on my own time. The only problem with doing the things I'd like to be doing is the factor of time and the consuming confines of school. If my life was a summer vacation, ideally, I would like to study the Bible in depth, and also music theory and get really good at guitar. Some day I would like to be in a rock band or something like that. Um, I do not feel that it is necessary to go on. After all, it is only a blog.
But anyways, I do enjoy writing on my spare time. I usually have a pen or notebook in my room because the things that I write about sometimes just come from my line of thought. I also really like to write about nature because it is great in so many ways. Another mentionable fact is that I am a Christian and I'm doing my best to live the life. Guitar is becoming more and more of a passion and I'd like to start studying a bit of music theory on my own time. The only problem with doing the things I'd like to be doing is the factor of time and the consuming confines of school. If my life was a summer vacation, ideally, I would like to study the Bible in depth, and also music theory and get really good at guitar. Some day I would like to be in a rock band or something like that. Um, I do not feel that it is necessary to go on. After all, it is only a blog.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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