I Am On A Train

And this train is awesome because it has WiFi!!! So I can post on my blog.

Just thought I'd mention the fact that I am in a moving vehicle and when I look out the window I can see beautiful trees and bridges and ponds full of something green that I hope is algae.

I've never been on a three hour train ride before, but so far, it's pretty cool. Even though I've only just begun.

But I have my computer and a WiFi connection. So I don't think there's going to be any problem at all.

September!

I'm really excited because it's almost September!!!

And if you've read my blog in the past you'll know I'm one of those weird people who actually enjoys school! :)

So I am looking forward to it. A lot.

Things I want this year:

• To talk to people
• To not have an unsuccessful discussion group (I just can't get over that, can I?)
• To make a friend or friends.
• To eat pie
• To do nice things for people
• To read many good books
• To keep posting on my blog :)

So yeahhh...

Probably half these things won't happen.

But... nothing is certain!

YAY!

Stuff That's Happened

Hello! It's been a while, so here's some cool stuff that's happened to me:

• I watched the Olympics closing ceremony. (It was amazing.)
• I got an iPad for my birthday! (iPads are cool)
• I decided to go to on a trip with my mom (which I am looking forward to)
• I prepared myself for school (which I am also looking forward to)
• And I did not post on my blog (unfortunately)

So... yeah!

SIT: My Interpretation

You know how I mentioned a new feature a few posts ago? Well, here it is. It's called SIT. "SIT?" you may ask, "What does that mean?" Why don't you sit down and I'll explain it.


SIT stands for Song Interpretation Time! Basically, I will be posting song lyrics, and what I think they mean. This is just my opinion, you may think something completely different. So what better way to start off than with the song My Interpretation by Mika:

You talk about life, you talk about death,

And everything in between,

Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.

You talk about me, and you talk about you,

And everything I do,

Like it's something that needs repeating.

I don't need an alibi, or for you to realize,

The things we left unsaid,

Are only taking space up in our heads.

Make it my fault, win the game

Point the finger, place the blame

That throws me up and down,

It doesn't matter now.

[Chorus]

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.

This is not about emotion,

I don't need a reason not to care what you say,

Or what happened in the end.

This is my interpretation,

And it don't, don't make sense.

The first two weeks turn into ten,

I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,

Does it really matter?

If half of what you said is true,

And half of what I didn't do could be different,

Would it make it better?

If we forget the things we know.

Would we have somewhere to go?

The only way is down, I can see that now.

[Chorus]

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.

This is not about emotion,

I don't need a reason not to care what you say,

Or what happened in the end.

This is my interpretation,

And it don't, don't make sense.

[Bridge]

It's really not such a sacrifice

[Chorus]

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.

This is not about emotion,

I don't need a reason not to care what you say,

Or what happened in the end.

This is my interpretation,

And it don't, don't make sense.

And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,

'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think this song is about two people who have a serious problem with each other. But it's not any kind of clear problem like "he stole my sandwich" or "she wrecked my car". It's more abstract, an issue neither of them can really talk about. The person singing the song wants to talk about it, because he says: "the things we left unsaid are only taking space up in our heads." This problem seems to have made the singer want to leave whatever relationship he has with the other person. Through the song, he decides that nothing could make the problem better.

So what is this problem? I think it could be a number of things. But the one thing it reminds me of from my own life is when I want to be friends with someone, but they seem to be trying to avoid me. I wonder when they will ever notice me. And then I try and convince myself that they don't matter. Kind of like in the bridge, saying to myself, "it's not such a sacrifice to stop dealing with this person." 

This song reminds me so much of things that have happened to me. Asking questions to myself if there was any way it could have been better? Thinking about what other people say, how it seems to come so easy to them to talk about life and death and big issues. And then, questioning my own interpretation, wondering, does this make any sense at all???

Well, that was a lot of text. This could quite possibly be the longest post ever on this blog. Wow. So that was my interpretation of My Interpretation. Maybe it doesn't make any sense. But that's up to you to decide.

Oh, and you can hear the song here.

Making History

The Olympics are awesome.

I'm not even a big sports fan, but I always really enjoy watching the Olympics. I just think it's really cool how a bunch a people from all over the world come together to compete, get medals, and break records.

It seems like every day of the Olympics, someone makes history.

Like one day, I turned on the T.V. and saw two U.S. divers win their first medals. Then later I saw two U.S. volleyball players lose their first set ever to two Austrian sisters.

Something amazing is always happening.

Even the people who don't win medals, who don't even make it to the finals. THEY ARE IN THE OLYMPICS!!! Just that fact makes them great athletes who have the support of their entire country. Not too shabby.

But no matter what, whether you win gold or not, if you're in the Olympics, you a part of a wonderful event that unites the world. You get to march in two epic ceremonies, the opening and closing, and you get to play the sport you love.

That's the Olympics.