Last post reflections

This blog has went through many forms, from courtesy, to dreams, to finally happiness. I really enjoyed writing it though, I don't really care that no one reads it. It's a way to express myself, something I'm really not the best at. I wish I had something major to discuss as this may or may not be my final blog entry. All I've got is the assurance to the wonderful readers out there (AKA no one) that majority of my problems have been solved within the past day. I no longer feel sick, the feeling of inevitable change has been swept aside by the mindset of Ob-la-di ob-la-dah. One more week of school.
I don't have a whole lot to say on High School at the moment.
Just one reflection in truth.
Those are nowhere near the best years of my life....
This is Taylor Potter signing off.

Thoughts at 2 AM

Wicked was good, if you were wondering. It really challenges preconceived notions about history and storytelling in general. We (being the collective human beings) always here the cliche (didn't feel like finding the accent mark e. Laziness ftw)"There are two sides to every story". Wicked really brings that fact CS (Stop the cliches now Taylor Potter.) Also, it has the best poster in the entirety of the world.

Seriously, how can you not love this poster?
Best tag line also, "Defy Gravity"
Whatever, enough about wicked.
Guess I should focus more on happiness, since that's what this is supposed to be about.
Hmm, nothing is coming...the endorphins that control happiness must not operate in the Wee Hours of the morning.
OH I GOT ONE.
I love quotes. Other people say what I mean better than I do.

“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.” Fulton Oursler (weird name)
I had a conversation recently about regret and feeling bad and all those nasty things....I've promised myself to forget and not to let it bother me because there's not much I can do about the past other than accept it. The fear of the future part is what I'm hung up on now. I find myself in a situation which should be the happiest I've ever been, and it's not because the stupid thought always crosses my mind that my life is a ticking time bomb. I don't mean "oh I'm gonna die" ticking time bomb (I'm okay with that). I just know things won't be that simple forever, and it kind of sucks. I'm making zero sense now.

ANOTHER QUOTE

“Most people have a harder time letting themselves love than finding someone to love them.”

GOSH QUOTES ARE GREAT.

“Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow.”

I could post quotes all night long.
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da....life goes on.

Wicked

Going to wicked in six minutes, probably gonna be late. Rawr.
It's a good day, a great day actually, and not just due to Wicked.
I wish I could put into writing how great this past week has been, (excluding every third block, the midday blues always tend to strike then) but I really can't. Happiness is a choice, and I'm choosing to be happy (again excluding third block) I could draw you a graph or something, but in six minutes I don'tt know how great it would be.



Note to self, don't use paint for graphs.

New Day New Post

So it's a new day. A better day. I still kinda feel out of place, like I'm living a life that wasn't really meant for me, in a good way though, I don't feel deserving of how good I've got it. If that makes any sense. I realize this has really just turned into the rantings of an stupid teenager, I'm gonna try and shift it back to dreams and stuff. On a related note, grammar is in existence again.
To be perfectly honest, I've had a little trouble sleeping for the past few weeks, I couldn't tell you why...maybe stress. Who knows? Hopefully it gets better sooner rather than later.
I've been thinking a lot on happiness lately...
I've been hating myself on the subject lately because I always seem to be dependent on others for my happiness...and I hated that. I'm my own person...
That's not something you can change though.
"Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." Robert Heinlen
Guess I'll get used to it.
Excuse me I have to go be a man and beat up a bear now.

Ten Minutes between posts...YAY

Yeah, I know it's been ten minutes, sue me. I feel the need to post again. There seems to be a lot spinning around in my head right now and I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm a get a bottle of water and maybe start spilling it onto my blog entry (misplaced modifier the thoughts not the water.) Thanks mrs. Gunter. Thanks.
I never did get up and get a bottle of water...depressing.
So, i've calmed down a bit...and i wish i could share with the studio audience (aka Mrs. Gunter) what's rattling on in my mind (other than my extensive super awesomely good grammer skillz which i'm neglecting to use right now) I use parenthesis to much.
Anyway, some people just make me feel like such a shallow individual when I'm around them. Not shallow, like dating shallow, but shallow as in I'm not a deep thinker. ugh. depressed. As of now im typing this blog entry with my eyes shut and my head on my desk. ill go back through and repuncuate it.....maybe. as long as it makes sense i dont care. AP bio test tommorrow, and I don't want to go into it with all this crap on my mind.

First post in forever

So this is my first post in forever. I forsee many more in the upcoming days...because the semester is closing and I need fourteen of these things. I could be a clairvoyant. Anyway, I've had many dreams since my last post. A few I remember inparticular, so I'll start with a lucid dream.

So, I'm sitting in church alright. Not a huge church 20 pews total, and someone I don't recognize/remember is sitting next to me.

*Insert* Sorry for the interruption, but I was perusing the internet while writing this and I stumbled on someonewhoisclosetome's blog (and by stumble I mean do an advanced google search for the title of the blog the persons name and blogspot, am I a stalker? call me curious.) and was astounded by the maturity of their writing. I feel totally....out classed writing about my stupid dreams when their writing about stuff that actually matters....I'm kinda jealous of their view on life and how happy that can be just existing, and I'm always dependent on someone else for happiness. Now I'm depressed. Crap. *Unsert*

I don't feel like finishing my lucid dream. Maybe next time.

New Theme!!!

So for this 9 weeks I'm gonna try a new theme which interests me greatly. That theme is dreams.
I hate dreams, all kinds. The fact my subconscious is in control irks me. It's a subconscious it's not supposed to be in control.
Anyway, I'm going to analyze my dreams by writing them down first thing when I wake up, perhaps by using an online guide that has no real life authenticity.
Honesty is key.

Ok for this week...

I don't remember this dream now, but when I came home I found three words written on an open wordpad on my desktop. Scientists makes gunpowder. Then I remembered dreaming that last night I was a scientist making gunpowder. I can't remember all of the dream now, but I found a "dreams A to Z" website that at least seems kind of authentic (I.E. Total horse manure) that I am willing to use.

Gunpowder- To see gunpowder in your dreams, indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper or about to blow up over some matter. Alternatively, it suggests that you need to proceed cautiously and approach an issue with careful consideration.

Scientist- To dream that you are a scientist, signifies experimentation, invention, and to a certain degree, eccentricity. Alternatively, it suggests that you need to look at some problem more objectively and rationally. Perhaps you need to detach yourself from a situation or relationship.

Both descriptions ripped from

Anyway, like most of these things this is so vague it could be applied to anyone. Let us assume that it does have some significance. Losing my temper and being "too close to a situation" are common things for me and I happen to encounter both of those problems everyday.
For example...Critisism I "blow up" because "I'm too close to the situation"
See this could be applied to anything, maybe next time I'll have a better dream.
Maybe next time I'll have more dreams to pick from.

Bandwagon

There's a reason bandwagons work, everyone wants to be a part of something. Everyone wants to feel part of a group. You have the "twilight" bandwagon, the "Modern warfare 2" bandwagon (Don't get me started) and lastly (and most recent) you have the "Kentucky Basketball" bandwagon.
There have always been KY basketball fans (ask my mom, shes been one since they had to use fire to light the stadium instead of electricty), but nothing irks a true fan more (AKA anyone who still knows who Prince is) than people jumping on their bandwagon. For the past 10 year or so KY basketball has been relatively uneventful...a few wins here, a lot of losses here, nothing too revoultionary. Then whats his name comes along, Gilepsky or calipari or whoever is coaching those boys this week, and the Cats start winning every game...all of the sudden everyone and there mother is a UK fan. For the record I'm not a UK fan but my Mom is. I started to write a real life equivilent of this, but there really isnt one...nothing is as infuriating to me...EDIT: Something just happened that was equally infuriating, in a sweet kinda way. My girlfriend decided to send me well i dont know how many number of texts because my phone just crashed upon receiving like 531287437962184 of them. Hope she wasnt expecting a response.

on the positive side it was very thoughtful and courteous.

Use Your Head

So this week, I'm also giving advice on how to be a bit more courteous in life. This week it's arguments. Arguing doesn't make you uncourteous. Sometimes its the only way to get things done, arguing for no point...that's just down right annoying though.

Rule #1: Be sure what you're arguing about is worth it.

Also things can get heated when arguing, your first task should always be to ensure they down, but they can. The most surefire way for them to get heated is to namecall the person

Rule #2: Dont EVER namecall, the person or their idea, and don't say there acting like something either. Thats just as bad.

Rule #3: Avoid opinion arguments
(Common Sense)

I could go on forever, but the most important rule of all is just to use your head. Most arguments are unnessecary and just make everyone feel uncomfortable, unless the decision is affecting you personally just give it up...it's probably not worth it.

While I was walking down the street just having a think when a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink...Rocky Horror picture show soundtrack has been stuck in my head for two weeks. I'm gonna die.
I'm really tired, and I missed my entry last week...my bad Gunter.
Anyway you would think I would have all sorts of things to write about, this is not the case though.
I have a million funny stories to tell...I have a million rude stories to tell...but neither fit the theme of this blog.
I can rant about patience though, and my lack thereof or everyone elses.
Why in this world is everyone in such a hurry? We constantly multi task trying to complete as much as possible thinking little of others just the completion of our goal.

Self Improvement and a butchering of the english language

I've been hiding from the world for like two solid weeks now, and when I am out in public it's usually because I have to be and I'm sleeping in my mind. So I haven't really noticed anyone else being extra courteous, I have noticed though that when I am concious and aware I'm being more polite, and not just to people I like either. Even meanies are nice to their friends, it takes someone special to be nice to ones enemies. Just walking down the hallways at school though, I'm always like excuse me and opening doors for people. It's craziness. It doesn't negatively impact my mood either, doesn't really positively impact it either though...but it could improve someone elses!!! Which is always good. Unlike this blog post. I'm noticing the moor i right the moar i slip in too grammathical erors, Just kidding. Probably just gave some English teacher out their (there) a heart attack. I'll apoligise (used the british spelling because as Mr. Humphrey tells us British is better.) because it's the courteous thing to do.

I love being a dork. (Which is good, because I am really good at it.)

Not a whole lot going on this week actually, been avoiding the sunlight like crazy since Mass Effect 2 came out. Anyway, went to the midnight release last tuesday night; that was crazy fun. I got their, was a few dollars short when I went to pay hte guy behind the counter, and I was very close to letting out an expletive when he shaved about six dollars off the price through a loophole for me. I love "censored" store. (Don't want to get them in trouble :P)
Other than that though, not a whole lot happened this week. Unless you want to count how polite everyone was in line. I only got cut in front of twice....stupid jerks.

Could you hold that door please? Please?

So I've always joked that whenever I'm in a elevator and some guy comes running up with his hands full screaming "Can you hold that door please?" that I was gonna pretend to push the open button, but just jam the empty spot next to it instead, and look at him apologetically. It was only a joke though, I'm not that mean.
Luckily, not all people are as cruel as I am though, which is surprising since this week's blog entry takes place in Nashville, a relatively large town. So I'm in a building with eleven stories, I need to get to the seventh one. Usually not that hard of a task. You push a button, listen to some awful tune in a small chamber, and poof you're on the correct floor.
Anyway, my father wanted me to bring him Taco Bell (disgusting restaurant) and I was on my way to bring it too him on the seventh floor. Well, there are six 7 elevators in a row, so naturally I thought "shouldnt take too long for me to catch one." Long story short, I was wrong. One finally came, but I got pushed to the back by fifteen other people, so I didn't catch it. The next one came, and the another gentlemen (who had been waiting just as long) and I got aboard. I then noticed...that particular elevator only goes to floor six. In retrospect I could have rode to six then walked up one story...but this blog isn't about my idiocracy (I used that because I know its not a word.) it's about politeness. By this point my hands are dying from supporting five people's worth of taco bell. So I get off the stupid elevator, and so does the other gentlemen because he had to go to the eighth story.
Well another elevator (that went to all the floors arrived) and a couple of, there's no other word to describe them hooligans, jumped on before us. When they turned and saw us standing there, three of them jumped off apologizing and saying we were there first. Okay so maybe not hooligans...they looked like gangstas or whatever there called nowadays though. Me and the gentlemen got on, and i wished him a good day.


Maybe not all gangstas are terrible people...

The Beginning

If you know me at all, then you know serious topics aren't really my thing. I thought I'd spread my wings a bit with this blog though. On that note, those of you who know me may also know that courtesy isn't exactly my thing, yet another thing I'm trying to change. So in summery, this blog is about change. Maybe I should explain why I chose courtesy as the theme of my blog in the first place.
About a month ago my mother was hospitalized to have a stint put into one of her heart valves, "No big deal they do this stuff every day" was my mindset. A few days ago though, something went wrong, and they had to take her to Vanderbilt to try a different, riskier procedure. I could have gone, but three AP classes warranted me to stay home...or so I thought.
When my girlfriend decided that I shouldn't stay at home alone. I didn't think it was a problem, but I had little choice in the matter as I was ordered to march home and bring clothes back for two days at least. I grumbled at the time, I mumbled, I complained. My girlfriend meanwhile, called her mother on the phone and explained to her the situation. Her mother, who knew quite well what it was like to have a loved one hospitalized, immediately insisted that I stay at their home.
Obviously two teenagers staying together under the same roof is never looked upon kindly which is one reason that I was surprised it was okay with her. The other being she doesn't particularly, enthuse, about our relationship. However in times of trouble, people can surprise you with their compassion and courtesy.
And surprise they do.