I would write a song about life, but John Mayer beat me to it, and his is much better.

A Question has been plaguing me lately.

Do I have what it takes to take a life?


If I play my cards right, I may be forced into such a scenario. Only then can the question really be answered.

Capstone: The Beginning

I finally started researching for my capstone. I have yet to figure out what my research question is, but I will get there soon enough. I know my variables will have something to do with a) Christianity, and b)Republicans. While in today's world they go together hand-in-hand, I would like to show that thier core values are actually quite different. I have a couple of articles now, and about 30 to go. I started reading them, but decided to learn this song instead:

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I have wanted to share this poem for a long time now. Here it is.


"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

My Fajitas

Ingredients:
.25 Green Bell Peppers
.25 Red Bell Peppers
.25 White Onion
2 Chicken Thighs
Chili Powder
Onion Powder
Garlic Powder
roughly 1 oz. butter
4 Flour Tortillas
Taco Cheese

Grill chicken. Cut up bell peppers and onions to your desire. Once chicken is done, cut it up into pieces. With a skillet, heat butter until melted. Add bell peppers, onions, and chicken to skillet. Cook with low heat, stirring frequently for a few minutes. Add a small amount of chili powder, along with a decent amount of garlic and onion powder (amount is subject to taste). After a few more minutes of stirring, stop heat. Cook tortillas and add contents of skillet with cheese to tortillas and fold. Enjoy.

Non so perche, ma stasera, mi sento nervoso. Penso che la vita ci offre volte difficile e dobbiamo lavorare tragli. Ma questo non si sente simili a quel. Voglio sentirsi como mi sono sentito l'ultima settimana. Non posso andare tra tempo, ma posso fare il migliore con che ho.

Devo pensare molto, e che faccio il migliore.

Who or What Am I?

Anyone who knows me can testify to witnessing my heavy amount of criticism toward most things in life. Now, I believe a certain amount of cynicism can be granted to anyone out there with half a brain, but it's fairly indisputable that some (like me) can take it too far. I feel as though I have frustrated, and possibly even angered my friends. If this is true, I sincerely apologize to the offended. After giving the topic some thought, an explanation has come.

When I encounter a novel stimulus out in the world, my interpretation of the stimulus is very dependent on the situation in which I experience it. Actually, come to think of it, this is true for about everyone on this planet! But what makes me so different? Well, there could be many factors contributing to this. For one, I think I tend to not immediately understand the full function or purpose of the stimulus, and if I think I do, I instantly fabricate a cynical view on the subject. Why is this? I really don't know. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism I developed to prevent myself from turning my hopes into Icarus. On the other side of the coin, there are many cases where I honestly do not see anything good out of a stimulus, and I feel as though I could argue and convince anyone to see how I see. Maybe that was a bit egotistical, but that is how I sincerely feel sometimes.

I may not know why I do the things I do, but I am aware that they can be upsetting to those around me. For that, I am sorry.