Monday, October 14, 2013

Right Now

I am seriously irritated about everything. I want to slap myself. That is very awesome. Seriously. I don't care. It's like, if I want to make a change in the way that I make decisions, and the way I act, and my stuck-up ness, and being boring, and not paying attention, and being afraid, and taking my life and throwing it out onto the street, then I have to make a change. It's not sensible to sit here and squeeze my heart over and over like I'm trying to rid it of blood. That hurts, and it hurts me, most importantly, that's not what I want to do—I want to build myself up. Dear God, please give me the wisdom. I don't know the answers. He says please. I say what? I don't know. HELP! You know what I mean. I know who I want. Is this why I'm acting like this? What do I want? I need someone. I don't know... argh. How can I be myself without it hurting? I want to acknowledge you, and admit what I truly feel, but I have be-careful-people-are-listening issues. Maybe if I study more, I will get more in sync? I DON'T KNOW!!! I am seriously frustrated about this t.o.p.i.c.!!!!!!!! AAAAarrrrrrrgggggmmmmmff. I want to have a seizure about it. I don't know what a seizure is like and I'm sure that isn't really what I want, but my brain kinda feels that upset. I just wanted to clarify that.

            I am illegally eating a very yummy and sweet orange while in class AND while typing for drills. Heh Heh. Heh.

            Okay, so. Self-change. Duh. God.

There's no way. There is NO EFFING WAY. I do NOT want to do this without someone who knows you. Even just a little! How can you stand this?! Deprived, I am starving.

            Anyway, I was going to say, Self-change and God go together very well. It's like an LOL moment or something, where you say, hello! Obviously if I want to change myself I don't have to take a huge amount of responsibility. It's more of a "yes" factor. Honestly... well, why do I not believe that?... Read up. (priority?) 'Cause I want to be in control?

            I've got to pray for Kurisu. He is a precious individual. I don't care that I'm just being girly in that statement. It's still a feeling I get. What do you think, God? Shoobie doo.

 

arg.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Extra Motivation

Something else:
I absolutely MUST up my game. For instance I must not yield to normalcy and loss of truth of imagination-- NSSP needs to be dreamworld-real, and affect my life in a positive way. I need this challenge internally created, to make it farther, and I KNOW IT.

PHONE JOURNAL:
fear challenge

Remind myself of the feeling when I play piano when feel good, like, the feeling was beautiful in my fingers, and sensitive and trilly and delicate-- add that to the feeling when I play in front of other people, and the improv is normal, not quite so scary even though I always hold back from that-- gotta stop myself, fear is the only reason, it doesn't go much farther than that.

You need to challenge yourself-- really hard, awful, back away? It's exactly what you need to do.

I avoid things NOW, that I actually need to try.

There's a difference between fear and danger. Take time to think about that--

seems super-- like exactly the thing I shouldn't do-- I feel tired, I feel sleepy, I want to LEAVE, I want to back away-- that's exactly what I need to do if I ever want to get better at ANYTHING. So do I WANT to, or NOT? Figure it OUT.
 

seems super-- like exactly the thing I shouldn't do-- I feel tired, I feel sleepy, I want to LEAVE, I want to back away-- that's exactly what I need to do if I ever want to get better at ANYTHING. So do I WANT to, or NOT? Figure it OUT.

here's who I want to become: the stubbornest, meanest, settest, happiest, as much as I wantest- awesomely changeable decisive stomping boot-wearing girl that I've ever been-- but in the future. The most of me. Beyond me. The new me.

06 14 2013

14:50:36

K, I have something to type. Sometimes I really like the gothic side of things, temptations, feeling around in the dark, rainy and thunder and storms with the sleet and rain, graveyards and churches. I like getting hurt and I enjoy sickness and take refuge in sadness. I embrace tears. I like the dark side of things, the blackness, the rich viscosity of what seems evil. Sometimes I want to be powerful and angry, with an emo attitude and witch powers. But maybe, these things aren't just on The Dark Side…. I don't know, I'm sort of rationalizing a little bit, but then again I am really curious about that gray area everybody talks about. I'm interested in looking closer at what really is a little line, that little line that divides the pale gray and the darker gray. I mean, where is that line, really? I think it exists, it really does. Is it really fair to suggest that lines don't exist, but instead the grey area extends forever? Why can't these lines be in pixels or something, where the measurements do eventually come down to a final number, not a decimal or fraction but one line?

But.... So.... Let's see. God can be scary. He likes respect and sometimes he throws stuff. He also has jealous fits and lots of people accuse him, in a seemingly sensible way, of being the starter and reason of wars, bringer of disease and curses, and a party-crasher who breathes catastrophe. Doesn't he care? they scream. What the hell is up with him contradicting himself like this? I'm love, and yet I kill? Take hurricanes for example, or the Great Flood that occurred before Bible times. What was that about?! And poor Job, he had a bad time there, for a bit. So God is somebody to fear? Yeah, I think so. He has the reputation that, for some, drives humans to blame him for a sucky life in general. But there's another side to it, too. I'm not going to get into it, but God also has the reputation for being completely the opposite of bad, angry, scary or as bad as Satan. Besides outright accusing him of having the obvious multiple personality or bi-polar disorders, you've got to wonder if we have everything straight or if we're just fumbling around in the dark and asking a lot of questions and making a lot of gossipy statements about somebody we might have a bad impression of but haven't really met.

19:38:53

I felt more sure of this earlier today. Now I'm tapering off in the awesomeness of sentence-making. I'll have to come back to this maybe….

Is it really all up to the bad guys to have such an attitude? What is evil, and what is good? Does gothic classify it? Perhaps I thought of this because I was looking for Hello Kitty gothic style, but I'm not sure. It's not bringing up any memories…

Ah. I know. It was about balance. About how decisions are three-dimensional and farther; although I can't go much farther because I'm stuck in 4-d. But, hummm, let's see… you decide in four different directions, not two. And when you move forward, that's where you're going. Then time is the actual result, being affected by outside forces in a more realistic way than you had planned. This is confusing! I've been doing too much Algebra! How could I possibly explain the picture I have in my head? Have you ever seen a three-dimensional graph? When you're doing algebra and you have an equation where there is an x, a y, and a z, you get something special. You have a graph that has a real, three dimensional shape that is measured in cubic units. Your footsteps make points and a line, three dimensionally. I'm too tired to explain anymore. Besides this kind of theory is something you have to imagine and decide for yourself. It may not be worth much to you unless it already means something or if you can create it within your mind on your own. :)

So that suggests that there isn't light and dark, and that stupid grey line. That maybe there are more dimensions to it, and that's why you have more than one decision in front of you, and why you need guidance and help and support, and why the world is so effed up. It's got a lot to do with world lines.

And that good and evil are also complex in their own way. Because otherwise why isn't the Bible, or any other kind of knowledge, more definitive? Nothing ever seems to answer questions straight up, right there, like this and like that. It's more like huh? And what? And expanding. And switch and change and flip and different colors next time.

It's relative. But even more, it's a big fat picture, a picture in more dimensions than any of us imagine. So value your life. You're worth beyond what you think, quit giving up, will you!? Thanks for reading.

More about God: when I said, yeah. God likes to throw stuff…. And that paragraph and what I said in it—see, God is kind of okay with some of that style. I think it doesn't have to be evil, it just gives that vibe. It's like thinking about homosexuality versus heterosexuality and generalizing and making stereotypes for genders, like, a guy shouldn't cook, the girl has to sew, she's emotional, he's strong and logical—those are lies created by people like me who want formulas to describe the world and what they see so they feel comfortable and in comprehension of what they see. But I shouldn't be okay with the questions I asked yesterday and forget to ask new ones!! What about change, and life, and growing? It's important to keep moving, like the water in a river and the clouds in a healthy sky.

Don't assume, just ask. Ask! Things aren't what they appear, and what appears is different when you explore. Learn about the universe, and where it all started. Because, trust me, it starts somewhere gorgeous, and not the explosive kind.

Back to balance. (This is one of the most abstract and distracted posts I've written. At least it's going somewhere, right?) God is balanced. It's not that he's evil and good, it's just ups and downs. There are things we might not understand, but besides that, bad can be awesome. That's why I like it so much. Scary, frightening-ness that inspires respect is a huge form of power. And you think that our God is going to go, "oh yea, I'm the love-teddy bear. Step on me." He isn't step-on-able. Good always wins, like Gandhi and the loving passive response to violence, but many of us have admitted at one time or another that there is a time to get angry. What I'm trying to say about darkness is summed up pretty well by a passage in Ecclesiastes, let me find what chapter it is…

Chapter 3, from the beginning to verse 8, or you could go farther, but that's the basic part. I like it a lot. There's a time for lightness, and a time for darkness. Not exactly, but sort of.

Ah, yes. That's all I am really trying to say, after all that… I'm just looking at it peculiarly, and in a real-world, cara-life way. Who knows, I think I expanded on some stuff that will help me later. K then, bye bye.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Hey. I made it to the library. Actually made it!!!

I am too distracted by the rest of the internet to type a post :)

Friday, May 17, 2013

I typed this in first period, when I was supposed to be typing. Following the rules.



Monday, May 13, 2013 09:08:55

I cannot focus right now. I would like to sleep but I'm not sure it's allowed. I will use this as my blog entry, if I can ever get through this situation without falling asleep eternally. Anyway, I am just plain sleepy. What did I dream about last night?

I think Michael was there, but he is a lot lately. I have been dreaming about ... no, that's not what I was going to say. But yes, I do dream about Michael. Usually he is there in person, with some kind of dream-like events going on, and I don't really remember exactly what happens.

But what I was going to say (before I interrupted myself) was that I have been thinking about our relationship lately. It's hard to even describe what I mean because I don't k know what words to use :) Because I don't do stuff like this very often. Argh. :) But anyway, it makes me nervous that ... when a guy desires a girl and she isn't ready to share everything with him, what can she do? I told my roommates this feeling, and I was feeling mad, so I said something funny: "It's not damn fucking time!!!"

They thought that was funny, and for some reason they kept repeating it over and over. And only thirty seconds into this did I realize what I had just said, and I started laughing like a maniac and it made me feel a lot better for about five minutes.

But that is still how I feel—sex doesn't come first. Or does it? What does God want me to do about this? I think if I do some more reading I will understand a bit better. But I really don't know. I wish I could have some Mark Gunger DVDs and my "I kissed dating goodbye" book, plus I can read other books I've got in my bookcase. Bokcase. Anyway, I am confused and wishing.

'Cause I don't understand what it's like to be a guy. I don't have an immediate interest like he does, I mean, I guess. Why did God make it this way? I know that it would probably be weirder if both guys and girls had the same kinds of sexual needs and sexual workings. I mean, if we felt the same about it, then we would be more the same and the whole fun of it is that we're not the same. It's very interesting. Sometimes when I analyze the relationship between God and the church I understand things better, even sex. I'm not sure how to analyze this productively.

Heh heh heh. If one was to productively analyze sex, you might do so by producing babies.

Okay, then. So anyway, I have a ridiculous satisfaction in typing stuff onto a page like this. Typing is a very useful and interesting way of communicating. It is so impermanent, yet can be made permanent. I seriously think I have something weird in my arm that is causing pressure on a nerve, and although it doesn't really hurt, it feels weird and moreover I wonder if I should be worried about it or not.

CANCER OF THE ARMPIT!!! No seriously. I have breast cancer in my shoulder-armpit underarm area. Okay not really. But possibly. I should probably do something about it. I may just have multiple sclerosis. I mean at this point I'm starting to feel confused.

But getting pinched nerves doesn't mean anything, right?

Ugh.

It's not fair. I have wishes and strong feelings too. I can't pretend to put those feelings up there, equal in line with his, but I wish I could. I don't know. My emotional needs are strong, and I'm not sure if one could compare those to physical needs and say that they're very similar. I barely even know what I'm talking about. If I have questions, I can't just ask them, not anything I want, because it wouldn't always be appropriate. Well, it doesn't help how I've never had sex, and he has, so it's easier for him to wish for it, I think, than for me to wish for it. MY line hasn't been crossed. So the waiting period is simpler, or easier. This is the reason for waiting until marriage. Because being a virgin makes the before period more seem more sensible.

Marrrrgin flaargin!!!

Conclusion: this is not my problem, nor is it my fault. I am totally interested in learning more about Michael and figuring out how to make things easier for him, but it's not my fault he went and had sex a bunch without me. So fuck it.

I'm not fucking anybody until marriage.

That's it.

So freaking dammit I have dandruff.

Now I have to put "explicit content" on my blog if I want to post this.

It's okay, though, since I really feel like this a lot more than I let on.

Damn it.

Uh, I guess since I can't access my blog from Job Corps it will be a little hard to fix the explicit content. Oops! :/

Hey, God, help me out with this. Remind me that I have to do some studying, and that I need to talk to you constantly. Be my breath. Wake me up and lead me through the dreamworld. I'm not ready for this without you. Amen.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Japanese stuff

私は日本語が大好き!そして、ジャスティンも!クシュクシュ:)
 
Translation: I love Japanese! Also Michael! *kushu kushu* (crying noises) :)

Friday, May 10, 2013

So la de dah.

Hi there. I am typing for class. It is 8:18 in the morning, on Friday. I am wearing a weird dress and shiny shoes. I am very itchy. I don't know why. My arms itch and my legs itch. Argh.
 
 
Also, my phone died.
 
 
So mah foo de deh doh. Eek, I absolutely must stop thinking about how itchy my leg is. Also, why do I keep typing let instead of leg?!
 
 
Wow, talk about itchy. Itchy itchy itchy!!!!! Argh!
 
 
Maybe... I'm allergic to something?
 
 
...THAT'S IT! I didn't take any Zyrtec last night, whereas usually I take it every night.
 
 
Aaaarrrrgh. I know that this really isn't your problem, and it doesn't affect you, but still. It is soooo incredibly frustrating. I feel like I need to take my skin off. Or run around in circles and jump up and down! Screaming would be satisfying as well!!!
 
 
AAAARGH soooooo iiiiiiitchyyyyyyyyyy!! @ ! @ # $ ! @ # @ #$&#^*^)( @ #$$^&(*)#$ @
 
 
K then. I'm running down to the bathroom to slather myself with lotion.What is wrong with me?!

Thursday, May 9, 2013

I'm in FAB class.

I'm just typing a quick little note. This is fun to do. I am listening to a song from the anime 黒神 (くろかみ・Kurokami). It is called Irodor no Nai Sekai, but I don't know how to write that in Japanese.
 
 
Isn't that cool? !! My gmail account has... the ability... TO WRITE IN JAPANESE!!
 
 
I am not able to do that on this computer normally. I am writing from my computer at work! Well, it's really school, or you could say "training". I am having fun here. THIS IS JOB CORPS. (Say it like "Job Core"...) Like... THIS IS SPARTA. Except Job Corps! (Say Job Core. I hope you're getting this:)
 
 
Anyway, I have a Hello Kitty desktop picture. It is pretty fun to have. I really enjoy Hello Kitty lately. Can you guess why?
 
 
Well, I bought a DS when I was just starting to learn Japanese. Actually, it was probably a year after I started watching anime, but still, my DS has helped me learn a lot. I bought a nifty dictionary program from Japan, (actually I used Amazon or Ebay, something like that...) and I bought an American program by Princeton University that teaches you Japanese. I forget what it's called... um... Anyway, that one is really cool.
 
 
But, my point is, a few months ago, like maybe five months, I went to a Christmas party and received a white elephant gift, which had a Hello Kitty DS game in it. And I am now, well I wouldn't say "obsessed", but at twenty-three years it's weird enough. I think Hello Kitty is cute and I like to have Hello Kitty things. I really don't have that many of them, but my point is that I really enjoy Hello Kitty and I'm kind of a dork about it.
 
 
I need a better word than "dork". I don't really fancy whales, see. People who are fat is different. I mean actual whales is what I don't fancy. Anyway, I'm going to move on from this subject!!
 
 
Have you ever seen the anime Seven Ghost? Also 07 Ghost, or セブンゴースト(せぶんごーすと・Sebun Gousuto). I was listening to a long from that, but now it's switched to Today's the Day, by Aimee Mann, and that song is featured on Enough, which is a good movie with Jennifer Lopez. I like it. But I have to go now. Byebye!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Origin vs Independence



---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Cara Lowing <cara.lowing@gmail.com>
Date: Wed, May 8, 2013 at 7:03 PM
Subject: Origin vs Independence - 4 30 13
To: cara.lowing.3iuxdoublerainbow@gmail.com


I think the reason people think natural disasters come from heaven, or an angry god, is because of the time when God sent a flooding rain. I mean the great flood in the Bible. He was angry; that is true. Even more, he offered them a way to be saved but they choose a different path... So if a human has the power to make choices that influence stuff like that, in a way, cataclysmic events CAN be affected by us. Really, being offered a saving path is something that you choose because you have to, because you want to be saved and it is your only choice. Pride, on the other hand, gets in the way for no good reason. I mean really, no good reason. What good does your reputation do you when you're dead? What were you thinking, that it would be too embarrassing to live on, but existing in the debt of another? Were you hoping you could exist on your own, and survive through your own merit? That would be possible if you survived on your own merit in the first place, but we have never existed without help from heaven. We exist because heaven exists; maybe more accurately we exist because God exists. Life has to come from somewhere. What were you thinking, that life comes from you? You are not self-sustaining. Many scientists realize this when they look at molecular and atomic structure, the body systems (especially the reproductive systems) and the overall design of the universe and the stuff in it.
If science doesn't get to you, does anything in life bother you, where something doesn't seem right? It doesn't add up, this life.
It's kind of like the Matrix, except machines can't explain the big bang. Which, by the way, is a load of.... never mind. I haven't researched this enough to tell you the big bang theory is as silly as I think it is. But there are people who have researched it. :)
Anyway, how did I get onto this topic?
Independence and origin should be considered two different things. Because origin is bigger than independence. Who are you to say that you don't like the idea of a God creating you? That you want to be your own person? Where do you get off, being such a stuckup? Use your brain and explain this to me. What makes you think you're so big that you created yourself? Be your own person, that's fine. But to say that you don't need anybody elses' help, ever, now that's ... mmhmm. It's not just denying God, it's denying the human race and the friendship and love connections we have inside it. I'm not sure which one you consider most important :) but either way YOU SUCK! Heh. I am not convincing, so sorry.
Anyway, thanks for reading. I'm stuckup too, in case you can't tell. I love you!

YAY~!

It worked!!! I'm so incredibly excited! Yay. Yay!
 
I have been really wanting to post lately and now I have a way to journal. Unfortunately for you, (I mean, I guess I don't know exactly how you feel, but...) me journaling means that I will be making a huge mess of everything on my blog and nothing will make any sense! What I mean to say is that everything is slightly random when it comes directly out of my brain, through my ears, and into type. But even so, I will try to write efficiently and concisely as if I was trying to get a message to someone. Still, it is quite hard!
 
I am also worried that my posts may not be completely anonymous. I want them to be, because that way my posts are always a secret from people connected to me in the real world, meaning I am free to write my true feelings and express what has been happening to me as of late, but I dunno if I have made that possible if people know where my blog is :) oh well. I can only do so much.
 
Ah, well. Right now, as of this moment, I am in class and posting illegally. What I mean by that is I am supposed to be "working". Today I am required to finish a certain amount of assignments before four o'clock, so even though typing is good practice, it is time that I begin education of the microsoftic study.
 
Heh heh heh, no, they do not really call it that. I will write more about how I'm organizing my life and what I am doing and what is happening to me later, probably this evening.
 
Yay! I'm posting to my blog...
 
I am posting to my blog...
 
<3

Hello there!

I am posting this from my email. It is really a kind of tester. I don't know what is going to happen!!! See, I have a sort of problem with the internet. I am in Job Corps. Do you know what that is? (Say "Job Core".) From my side of it, it's kind of a school. It reminds me of university. My campus is a pretty awesome one.
 
But the main problem is that a lot of our internet is blocked. For instance, we don't have access to Facebook on the computers here. The only way to access the normal internet is to take a computer with you and go to town, where you can use wireless, or go to the library or someplace like that.
 
So what I'm trying to say, is... I haven't had access to my blog in a while! It doesn't help that my computer, my baby Dell computer (I'm sorry, all you Dell-haters) has died. Not literally, but it doesn't know how to breathe, or something, because I can't get it to load the operating system and the computer geek department here (ahem, Computer Service Technicians) have told me that all I can salvage is the hard drive.
 
But I have recently fixed up blog posting from email! I'm hoping that this will not be an epic fail of a post; I wouldn't mean my email to reach a real person. That would be funny, but...
 
Anyway! Let's see if this works!
 
Love, Cara