Simple question really, either you are or you're not. I may not drive the fanciest car, own the biggest house, or have the nicest toys, but I have a loving family and friends that I can count on both hands. Everybody goes through tough times but I like to keep things in perspective. I live in one of the most beautiful places on Earth and I try not to stress-out over things that I can't control.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away."
-Unknown
I'm not happy living where I am now. My dream is to create a semi-self sufficient house in the woods out of scrap materials. I found possession don't make me happy, they actually do quite the opposite. I find myself finding much more enjoyment out of building my computer than actually using it. It feels like drug that I can't shake off because it keeps my mind off of how much I hate living here. I feel really odd that I preferred living with my dad in poverty then living in a two story house in a nice neighborhood. It feels so fake. I only care about knowledge, love, and self-actualization. I feel I could find all three by proving my a degree of my independence from society.
All of the elements are produced by stars through nuclear fusion. Stars basically turns hydrogen into all of the elements up to iron and the rest of naturally occurring heavier elements when the star dies and produces a supernova.
Another words producing gold from other elements is not only possible, it happens all the time.
The process of nuclear fusion in stars is explained some in theses Wikipedia articles:
Dayvan Cowboy is the most important piece of music to me. I feel the beginning is my despair and disappointment in my life. I am at the brink of my understanding of my misery and the rest of the song reminds me the beauty of my very existence and what I have forgotten is true beauty and and that I must strive to understand it.
I am in love with Tool, A Perfect Circle, and Radiohead. Everything else I love I guess is underground. I don't even know what I'm listening to 90% of the time.
9/11 ended many childhoods early. Not mine though since I didn't understand what it meant at the time.
9/11 had little effect on my childhood. My childhood died when I developed insecurities about my sexuality, appearance, intelligence, and social status during my senior year.
I'm twenty years old. Maturity brought about a great deal cynicism and realism. Hopefully a season of My Little Pony will get rid of the damage of growing up.
I am a twenty year old man and she does everything in her power to make sure I am dependent upon her. I have not heard of many parents who argues with their son about wanting to get a job.
Most of my guilt I have is wasting most of my life sleeping in school instead of taking harder classes that interested me. The rest of it is telling a girl that I missed her and loved her more than anything in the world. I broke up with her the next day.
I thought about her everyday and would cry often on the drive home from college. After I received a email from her that she felt the same way we confessed our love for each other in person. She was everything I ever wanted, but our relationship was dead. We both had changed so much from our time apart. In the long run she found herself a sweet guy and I found my own love.
The image of us so happy to see each other and finding out it was not the same as it use to be still haunts me.
I have had two nightmares that caused me scream in my sleep.
The first one was a simple black and white world. It was quite boring, I was having a conversation with man in what seemed like a bar. There was some sort of conflict between us and I was stabbed. The moment it happened the room became to warp into a rainbow of color twisting around myself as the faces of people around me split from their bodies and began to fly around me laughing as I screamed in agony.
Another one my family and I were coming back from the Smoky Mountains after a picnic. We were laughing and singing along with radio just having the time of our lives. As we go around a sharp curve, the lights of the car briefly reveals a screaming naked woman with black eyes with period blood smeared all over her body. Her organs seemed to explode on the windshield of my terrified family.
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I'm not happy living where I am now. My dream is to create a semi-self sufficient house in the woods out of scrap materials. I found possession don't make me happy, they actually do quite the opposite. I find myself finding much more enjoyment out of building my computer than actually using it. It feels like drug that I can't shake off because it keeps my mind off of how much I hate living here. I feel really odd that I preferred living with my dad in poverty then living in a two story house in a nice neighborhood. It feels so fake. I only care about knowledge, love, and self-actualization. I feel I could find all three by proving my a degree of my independence from society.
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Another words producing gold from other elements is not only possible, it happens all the time.
The process of nuclear fusion in stars is explained some in theses Wikipedia articles:
On the subject of Alchemy, we have successfully turned lead to gold.
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Tool
Radiohead
A Perfect Circle
VNV Nation
Boards of Canada
Royksopp
REM
Dayvan Cowboy is the most important piece of music to me. I feel the beginning is my despair and disappointment in my life. I am at the brink of my understanding of my misery and the rest of the song reminds me the beauty of my very existence and what I have forgotten is true beauty and and that I must strive to understand it.
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An exception to this rule is Honey Bunches of Oates, this is my adult cereal.
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9/11 had little effect on my childhood. My childhood died when I developed insecurities about my sexuality, appearance, intelligence, and social status during my senior year.
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I thought about her everyday and would cry often on the drive home from college. After I received a email from her that she felt the same way we confessed our love for each other in person. She was everything I ever wanted, but our relationship was dead. We both had changed so much from our time apart. In the long run she found herself a sweet guy and I found my own love.
The image of us so happy to see each other and finding out it was not the same as it use to be still haunts me.
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The first one was a simple black and white world. It was quite boring, I was having a conversation with man in what seemed like a bar. There was some sort of conflict between us and I was stabbed. The moment it happened the room became to warp into a rainbow of color twisting around myself as the faces of people around me split from their bodies and began to fly around me laughing as I screamed in agony.
Another one my family and I were coming back from the Smoky Mountains after a picnic. We were laughing and singing along with radio just having the time of our lives. As we go around a sharp curve, the lights of the car briefly reveals a screaming naked woman with black eyes with period blood smeared all over her body. Her organs seemed to explode on the windshield of my terrified family.
Screamers went from Youtube to my calm dreams.
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