Life

The human body is an amazing system. We have a central nerve system. Chemicals in our brain send signals everywhere. Our brain knows when to pick something up. We also retain a ton of information. I think the coolest thing is habit. Habit is just special in every way. Routine. What ever you want to call it. Like when you get home from school. You walk in the door. Kick off your shoes. Put your backpack in the living room. Go watch tv. Get something to eat. Turn off the tv. Go find your backpack. Open up your laptop. Procrastinate on Facebook. Work up the nerve to do some homework. Get bored. Go watch more tv. Finish your homework. Eat dinner. Go back on Facebook. Go upstairs. Crawl into bed. Start reading The Road. Get bored. Start texting. Get tired. Fall asleep.
WAKE UP your mom calls
Okay.
NOW.
Okay.
Ten minutes pass.
Wake up.
Coming down.
Wake up.
Muster up some energy to get out of bed. Find some clothes. Go down stairs. Take a shower. Put on clothes. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Go to class. Get bored. Get home. Repeat process until light and creamy.

Stress. Ah yes! We all know it. We all hate it. We all experience it on a weekly basis. Whether it's with friends or school. The best kind is when they are combined. Oh!! God I love it when I have a crammed night of school work! I just cannot get enough. The best part about it is you hardly get sleep at night as is. The total of three hours a night really get my heart racing. Oh no, not as if I liked the lack of sleep. That's not why it races. It's the adrenaline. Yep, makes your hands shake, and stops pain. Or as Danny would put it, you will do what ever you have to, to survive in extreme circumstances. You know another thing I love? The "insert" key on a keyboard. Because you will always push it at the least beneficial time. It'll sneak up on you too. You'll be typing and all of the sudden nothing will make sense. You'll look up in the top part of the keyboard and see this tiny glowing light staring you in the face. It always looks so smug. In that matter, where did the idea for a tiny green light come from? I wonder if there is a patent on it? Does that guy/girl make money on each keyboard? But my absolute favorite thing about being stressed is, it gives so much determination to finish your assignment quickly so you can sleep. ZZZZZZZZZ...."list"-Zach Groffsky

College Application

Life seems so planned out. We always know what we’re doing. As a child, we wanted to be some acclaimed profession. As a teenager, we want to be something that will help change the world. But with all these thought out plans for life we leave out the most important thing, experiences. What would you remember more, acing a test on the "Odyssey", or reading the ridiculous comments of Ken Clark (a.k.a. superman)? We are so hell-bent on reaching this goal of ours that we let the littlest and most important things go past us. We’re 16 years old, and they have us worrying about college. It's not right. After observing a certain Guys and Lit class of mine, we’re all still obviously kids on the inside, and shouldn't be molding ourselves based upon what colleges want. Don't limit or overshoot who you are. You will never attain what you seek; you will only seek more once you've attained it. It's this whole vicious cycle of let downs that will eventually cause total malfunction of the brain. Stop, being so uptight about being perfect. Enough talk about what you aspire to be, or what college legacy you will fulfill. Start realizing that you are who you are and nothing will change that, not the college you go to, or the clothes you wear. Not even when kids in tenth grade accidentally mistake your name for Superman's. That’s right I went there Ken Clark. So take a step back from your life, everyone, and look at what you've got. Because when it all comes down to it, even if every college turns you down, and you have no friends and, you're homeless, you will always have your thoughts and experiences. This my friends is what colleges should look for.

Squirrels are worthless

I looked up the symbolic aspects of animals, for articles to do my blog, and i found a web site. After scrolling down the page of what looks like a list of exhibits at the zoo. I stumbled upon the squirrel. And it's significance is that it teaches preparedness and foresight. I agree and disagree with this. First of all. Squirrels are in fact the most useless animals on earth. The only thing they are good for is food for a another animal. Every morning, I walk to my car and a squirrel pops out of my garbage can. My garbage can is plastic, and there are holes chewed into it by the squirrels. But squirrels aren't all bad. I do agree with the article. They do help with being prepared. Every morning I have to be cautious when I pass my garbage can, not knowing how many squirrels will pop out at me. They are apparently supposed to help with foresight as well. Last summer I was barefoot in my back yard when all of the sudden I felt a sharp shooting pain in my foot. Guess what? I stepped on a squirrels jaw. So now I foresee stepping on another squirrel jaw. Ironic right?

David Hasselhoff?

I recently discovered a CD of a bunch of A Capella music. As I was listening to it, I noticed a song that was very interesting. The beginning starts out with a loud "HOOGA CHACKA!" going repetitively. Then it breaks into chorus. It amazed me when I looked it up on youtube, that David Hasselhoff had covered the song. I don't think i stopped laughing for a good ten minutes. Aside the Hoff and his insane music video, I think the song is... romantic? To say the least. David Hasselhoff in my opinion needs to find something to do with his life. Besides being a prestigious host of America's Got Talent. I mean come one really? The person who wrote the song must be ashamed that the Hoff redid his song, that probably had a lot of sentimental value. Every time I listen to this song now, I think of David Hasslehoff dancing around in fur jackets and dancing wiener dogs in the background. The music video is like a bad acid trip from the 70's. And it has nothing to do with the lyrics of the song. The whole time it's the Hoff in different outfits dancing in different parts of the world. At one point there are two little girls dressed in angle costumes hanging around him. It's too weird for me. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJQVlVHsFF8

Anyone, anyone..... Bueller

Imagine a life where nothing changed. Everyone would wear the same white polo shirt and khaki pants. Everyone would drive a Camry. We would all eat cold turkey. Ethnicity wouldn't exist. We would all believe in the same religious faith. No one would break any rules, and would live by said rules. There would be one political party. Music and art wouldn't even be conceivable. No one would dare to be different. What I have just described is a world of monotony. Thank God or Krishnah or whatever you warship, or don't warship, that we have such colorful flavors such as the Mexican or Mediterranean foods. Or the melodic compositions of South-America. And no one can forget the artistry of Europe.
But what do we need to sacrifice in order to keep these lavish privileges. Banishment? Death? Social suicide? Cutting off your ear? Imagine a world of peace. No news, no controversy or ambition for discovering. News casters would be out of a jobs. Drama series would loose inspiration. Everyone would get along. We would be back at square one. Monotony. What makes us different is a good thing. Whether it be race or culture. Music or art. Language or fashion. Religion or wealth. Difference in this world makes it our world. What would you rather have? Peace and quiet, or war and expression.

Keeper of the "peace"

What is a Hero? The definition of a hero has changed drastically from the time when our parents were our age some thirty years ago. A man in tights that flies around saving damsels in distress from their kidnapper/evil do-er. That sight has long been forgotten. Now-a-days, kids still have the belief in heroes that fly, but instead of them flying to save town hall from Dr Krypton, they're flying to the rim of a basket ball hoop. I think that real heroes have a secret identity (they aren't noticed). I still believe in the thought of a man or woman saving the lives of another as heroic (I'm old fashioned). I'm not trying to imply that I think one day I will be saved by a man wearing a bright green and white spandex ones-y, but I'm saying that there are still people out there who believe in doing right by others. In my eyes, the troops that put their lives at stake day in and day out to keep "peace" in this dysfunctional world we live in are my heroes. Peace is such a vague word to use, my definition of the word is: a state at which we can take a walk in the park and not worry about being harmed in anyway. Even though our troops have been accused and proven of heinous crimes, they have kept war out of our country (or saved the damsel in distress). This to me not only shows how heroic they all are, but also how dedicated they are. As people are always saying, the unsung heroes are saving this world, isn't kinda ironic that the "super suit" of a soldier is camouflage?

Take it all in

Were supposed to write a clever and funny blog post as a parody of the book Everything I need to know I learned in kindergarten. To be completely honest I have no clue where I learned everything I needed to learn. I haven't even learned all I need/want to learn. A safe guess would be through travel. My mom works for Northwest Airlines. We have been across the nation and back countless times. We've been across seas and back a significant number of times. Traveling really has taught me loads. Such examples as, don't drink the water, and wipe back to front. But the most humbling lesson is being thankful. My dad was born and raised in Casablanca, Morocco. I've been there roughly nine times. And each and every time i visit, i see poverty first hand. Morocco is considered to be a third world country. I have experienced what it's like to live dirt poor. In the summer of '07, my sister and I spent the month of July in Morocco. We stayed with distant family across the country. In Fez, a city north east of Casablanca, we stayed with some cousins. This family had nothing. No TV. No radio. No lavish furniture. No hardwood flooring. The kids had a tattered soccer ball that had hardly and air in it. And yet they were happy as can be. The only form of entertainment they had was story telling. I remember giving the youngest of three kids a whistle. The look on his face as he blew into it, in an ecstatic manner, could be the cure of the common cold. Upon my return to Minnesota, I realized how spoiled kids are in the USA. How they aren't satisfied with what they have. How they are always looking for more to have. Reflect on what I've written for you now. If you were ti take everything out of your house right now and put it in your front yard, do you think it would fill the whole yard? Imagine if it would only fill the sidewalk in front of your front yard. Humbling isn't it?

Movies

If you ask people my age about what their favorite movie is, they will have thirty different movies to choose from. Varying from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre to the notebook. In my own weird way, i like the classics such as north by northwest. Something about it really just struck me as interesting. Whether it was the cheese-y green screen background of the train, or the quick turn of events that take place. Or the sweet plane scene, where a man is almost killed by a field fertilizing plane. Another great selection of movies are animated Disney movies. Disney isn't as innocent as they look. For example in the lion king,scar the evil uncle of simba has evil minions, and in the song be prepared they are doing the classic salute walk for Hitler. I think is great. Aside the whole genocide deal. But seriously, it's hilarious that they can get away with it. In Aladin too, the balcony scene, if you listen close enough you can hear a the genie (who at this moment is a fly) say "take your clothes off." But my all time favorite movie of all time has got to be Hot Rod. The humor level of the movie is so great. Through out the whole movie there are little puns that just get me every time. Movies in general have changed. From silents to computer animated. I mean WOW! The technology that has been created is incredible.

The problem solver

I’m a book, an extremely large book. Why a book you ask? It’s simple, ignorance. Ignorance may in fact be worse than cancer. At least cancer is treatable. Another reason is what can’t you learn from a book, besides of course common sense. No matter what, if we have ignorant people in this world, there will always be blood. Let’s try war for example. Our troops were being fed ignorant facts about the Muslim faith and the Arab people. So, naturally people of the Muslim faith or Arab people would be pretty pissed. If ignorance isn’t stopped it will lead to many future wars. Not only within the people of the Middle East, but with all races around the world. It wouldn’t be fair to say that the United States are the only ignorant people in the world, but we have proven it time after time. Whether it be an ill-advised comment by a president or congress member or even an on air personality, people will be ignorant. It’s like the old saying, “Boys will be boys”, but it’s a lot more serious. People should read me. I’m the end of ignorance. And who ever said books were dumb?

Baths

Why is taking a bath, for two-year-olds, the equivalent of the apocalypse. I really don't understand. They absolutely love going to the pool, and running in the sprinkler when it’s hot, but they just sit and bawl in the tub. What could possibly trigger their panic reflex and send them on a hell-bent trip of making my life absolutely miserable. Does it have something to do with the water of the lighting, or is it more of trust issue. I really don't get it, before the bath they are fine and dandy. After the bath, they are happy as can be. But there’s is something so bizarre about the five to ten minuets between start to finish that is so traumatizing for the little ones that they have to scream at decibels greater than a rock concert. Maybe I'm over reacting about this cause the darn kids I babysit yelled and screamed at me for ten minuets straight to the point of the deafening of my left ear, but somewhere is the answer to this mystery. I'm sure one day I will find it, but in the mean time, I'm leaving the baths to the parents, but I can't be completely mad at these children. They have helped me in very important one way. Birth control.

Right Now

Why are people always demanding thing be done right now? What ever happened to the olden days, when things were done right? What ever happened to quality not quantity? These are all questions i have for my fellow 15 year-olds. It seems as you grow up its the more you have, not the best you have. Take Christmas for example every kid on the block wants fifty billion things. When in reality they only get four or five. Also, fast food, what the heck kind of crap are we feeding ourselves. When has a four minuet burger ever tasted good. Time is everything to people. It only seems fair to say that we hurry around all day to sit and wait. We hurry our morning routines, take a light breakfast, and then sit in traffic. We should go back to a simpler time. When people did everything face to face. When people took time out of their day to relax. Why do we need to be high-strung all the time? Well, it beasts me.

Journey

If i were to take a trip anywhere in the world, it would be Zanzibar island. I know you're all expecting to read a huge detailed explanation as to why i would like to visit, but i simply want to go because it sounds sweet. Just say it to yourself "Zanzibar." Exotic... right? Though my lack of detailed research, i can tell you this. My all time favorite journey was to Krabi town in Ao-Nang Thailand. My parents say it was like the old Cancun, its still simple and not commercialized, we got to take it all in. The beach was worth the trip alone. The sand whiter than snow, the water bluer than Thomas the train, and the scenery, OH GOD THE SCENERY!! All in all, i'm still a kid. Life's course is one BIG journey, and i'm glad i'm along for the ride. Well thats it.