Austin Heywood and Bratwursts

I hate stress. I loath it. It harms my personality, destroys my confidence, and kills my happiness. I suffer from stress tremendously. Anxiety is as much a part of my life as, school, dating, work, or friends. This is because my stress and anxiety comes from school, dating, work, and friends.
This last week was especially stressful and difficult for me. My good friend just broke up with his girlfriend and when this happens to him he usually complains. Complaints lead to me attempting to solve issues, but it is difficult to remain happy when you hear issues that you can't solve. You empathize with that person and that empathy ends up dragging you down to the state that your friend finds himself in.
School has managed to give me a plate full of assignments, tests, and essays for me to study. I spent a couple of days studying for a stats test and a couple more writing a paper for my class. Women do not seem to treat me any better either. Relationships never tend to do so. They always seem to demand and demand until you break. Work is good but extra curricular activities simply are not.
 I hate to complain to all of my tender followers, but I am setting the stage for something fantastic. Friday morning i had had enough. I walked into class red eyed, unshaven, and unbathed. It appeared as though I had seen death. After I received word of another assignment in my European revolutions class I began laughing like a lunatic. I then excused myself and tried to figure out the purpose to my life. At that point in time, nothing in life mattered. I could not do another thing. I was ready for the heaven to take my soul and the earth to take my body. I walked home trying to figure out what had happened to my sanity...
I suddenly had an epiphany. It was strange, but it was good. I hoped in my car and drove. Where I was to go, No man Kneweth, but I just went and I drove. As I drove I realized that I was driving away from all of my stresses and worries. Nothing could disturb me. Nothing could harm me. I was a man who could determine his own will. I was a force to act, not to be acted upon. "free at last free at last."
I eventually made my way up to Salt Lake City where I called my friend Austin up and treated him to a delicious Bratwurst from "Seigfrieds" a german deli." For the first time I was free from the cares of my world. I told Austin that we could talk about anything besides, "school, women, work, and BYUSA." He complied and I just enjoyed talking abouut philosophy. It was great. It was life changing. I think its important and even vital to my sanity to shed the stresses of a regular life and to just do something to enjoy life. I will from now on escape to wherever I want at whatever time I want.

From Siegfrieds with Love
RoJo

arguing in Math Class

Why do students argue with far more knowledgeable professors to prove their point in classes that are objective? Math is a subject where right is right, and professors are right 99.5% of the time. But when I think that I am right, I argue ninety five percent of the time... All of the time. I know he is probably right, but I know that I am right.
This post is inspired by the fact I am sitting next to a Korean and his ESL tutor. As time goes on the Korean, who at best speaks a shell of pigeon English, is trying to argue who to pronounce the word cat. He is certain that it is pronounced "carrt." I don't get it. However, he is as sure as "sura cana be." However, I dont think he tutor, who dresses like sailor moon, seems to mind the fact that this Korean is arguing the fact. I think its more of a turn on to her than watching racy Anime cartoons.
that is all

P.S. My professor gave me a B on my last European Revolutions paper. When I looked at the comments underneath the grade they read, "Great Paper... Do you know what editing is?" As a result I have decided to read my blog posts and papers after I write them. I am open to criticism. Make sure you read them.

Things That I dont understand

I promise that I will never have a rancherito's burrito again. I swear. Whenever I do, I regret it. As long as I live I will never touch another rancherito burrito. 

    I have said this about everytime I have ate at this restraunt. However, there is always some reason why I go back there. There is som e craving that occurs within my mind that convinces me that eating a burrito from this place will taste good. It is as if the recollection of me attempting to scarf down a tortilla covered in lard, stuffed with steak, an entire onion, and four cloves of garlic, suddenly vanishes from my mind and the thought of good mexican food replaces the truth... But in the end I always am disappointed and my bowels are filled with something more than compassion. 

This is one phenomena that occurs that I dont understand. How does the mind trick itself into believing something that is not true. Other examples of this phenomena include; 

Going to Sea World. After about two hours visiting Sea World you realize that you have just spent fifty dollars to see Budweiser advertisements and the occasional orca whale. 

Hanging out with a girl that likes you who you have kissed. This hasn't occurred to me in a while but I think everyone has had this one at least once. You are not into the girl you recently kissed, but think to yourself if you end up hanging out with girl there is no way that you are gonna kiss her. three hours and a hicky later you feel like a complete jerk for continuing to lead on a girl that you don't like. 

Watching the latest history channel documentary. The catchy phrases and interesting tag lines somehow always convince you to watch and waste your time learning about how the zodaic killer may have been the black dahlia murderer as well. You as well as everyone else who is watching this show knows that this is neither true nor important. You finish the show and feel as though you have wasted an hours worth of time that you will never et back. 

Feel free to add any of yours. 

Here is a Wikipedia article that counter revolutionary Will Beback  has already deleted. To Will I share this with you... Open your mind and unfetter yourself from that which has kept your colleagues bound for thousands of year. My mind was once as yours, confused and bewildered yet through heavens grace's I have managed to find the truth. I have managed to see what needs to be seen. The great and honorable Andy Romney has opened my eyes to the truth... And the truth has set me free."

Knock it not rock it

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Knock It Not Rock It : Knock it not Rock it, a sociocultural movement based primarily on the rise of unnecessary and unwarranted social norms and the effect they play on the economy and society. While there have been many failed attempts regarding the creation of the "Knock it, not Rock it" movement, the first successful movement of the "knock not rock" revolution occurred in 2010. "Knock not Rock" represents a shift in the ideals of society. Though American in origin, many failed attempts of knock not rock have occurred. These times include but are not limited to the French Revolution, the rise of the Roman Empire, the assassinations of Julius Cesar, Abraham Lincoln, and Archduke Franz Ferdinand. In 1212 it is predicted that time magazine will write an article concerning the racial, political and social movement called "knock it not rock it."

How to Knock it not Rock it For hundreds of years society has depended upon various handshakes to present various feelings of emotion. One of the most popular handshakes in contemporary society is "the Rock." Where the man giving the handshake clenches his fists and goes to bump the other mans fist. Thus the two hands bump together as though they are two rocks hitting one another. Knocking each others hands is similar to "rocking" one another's hands. However, as John Quincy Adams, the fifth president of the United States, once stated concerning this issue "the small differences make all of the differences." Instead of pounding the fists in the form of a rock the individual giving the hand shake turns his fist straightway toward's heaven and acts as if his clench fist is knocking a door. Thus the action is completed and the contract between friends is completed.

'Historical Attempts to promote "knocking not rocking"' Revolutionaries throughout the centuries have attempted to institute "knock it not rock it" throughout their society. However all have continuously failed until now. 'French Revolution: Following the storming of the bastille in July of 1789, the revolutionary French government was facing a divide amongst many of its members. As time progressed this divide grew greater and greater until many individuals called for the bringing back of absolutist ruler and tyrant Loius XVI. However, in 1791 Jacobin, Jean Paul Marat, gave a rousing speech in front of the revolutionary assembly. During this assembly many great and noble things were stated in an attempt to preserve the revolution. None, however, so noble as his final words which were "Frappez-il pas le rock" which interpreted means "Knock it not rock it." Marat then made a fist and knocked jaque loius Danton's fist. Thunderous applause then occurred. The revolution was saved. However, others, such as maximllion robspierre feared this radical changed and as a result had Marat murdered in his bathtub full of oatmeal. Other revolutionaries feared the same fate as Marat and therefore never used the "knock" again. Rise of Roman Empire and assasination of Julius Cesar Following the crossing of the Rubican Julius Cesar turned to his then fearful troops and proclaimed "Pulsate non saxo" which is interpreted as "knock not rock." his troops then gained courage and began to knock one another's fists. Soon the first ever Roman Empire was created with the inventor of the "knock it not rock it" as the head of the empire. Brutus and other's fearing the power of the "knock it not rock it" movement planned and carried out an assasination on Cesar on the ides of March. While "ette tu brute" is commonly stated Brutus' response is relatively unkown. However, Brutus Responded "Pulsate et timui" or "I was afraid of the knock." 

Adderall

So I have been falling behind in school. I have ADHD. Thats what I do. I am intelligent. I know that I am and my grades usually denote this. However, this semester has been absolute hell in regard to my ability to focus and concentrate. I have been doing well, but I still have been falling behind. I have been really lagging in regard to my blog posts and everything else that I enjoy doing. It has been about six months since the last time I took adderall. I have never been a consistant user, but I used it enough that I got semi-used to it. For the first hour that I took it nothing really changed. A little while later......


I FELT like I could wrestle a Hump Back Whale.
I looked around for a elementary school that was on fire so I could rescue a classroom full of adolescents.
I Think I could have Skinned freaking Superman.
I could have gone on a crime spree up the golden coast and back again.
I feel like I could have fought Paul Bunyon