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Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in
(The Real) Louis Brantmeyer's LiveJournal:
|Saturday, May 21st, 2005|
|Reviewing Radical Revenge
Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith was...well, just about THE Greatest Star Wars movie.
Now, with the short version said, I feel like I have the right to a few paragraphs of ranting about the awesomeness of such a movie, which I (WHA-CHA WOOTNESS!) saw on the opening day at about 12:30 (near lunchtime, NOT 30 minutes after the beginning of Thursday...heh...) with some friends of mine from UNO.
And now, I will execute order....67.
Thus, I will say only that the movie had me literally on the edge of my seat (yes, cliche-ish...but TRUE!).
Lou Current Mood: chipper
|Friday, May 13th, 2005|
|Wow. THE most awesome day of my entire life....so far...perhaps...
This is kinda funny. It's Friday the 13th, which is irrationally held to be "bad" by some (though there's no reason any "day" could be bad in itself!) and causes paraskevidekatriaphobia. Yes, it took me like five minutes to learn how to pronounce that. And it took about fifteen more for me to be able to write it. It means, "fear of Friday the thirteenth." Let me digress quickly...I'm told there are a bunch of reasons the superstition developed: 13 disciples at the Last Supper, 13 months in the pagan calendar, and a bunch of others I can't recall now.
Anyway, while like $800 million is being lost because certain people won't go anyone or do anything (according to Wikipedia...ohsogreatsite...) out of Friday the thirteenth fear, I'm having the best day of my Junior year to date. And the fourth-to-last-counting-exam-days-day of the same.
Which would actually prove that such a day is definitely NOT intrinsically evil/bad/whatever. Hm.
First off, this morning I had the very last English class I will ever have with Mr. Charlie McGannon in my entire life. That I will ever allow myself to take ever, at least. Funny thing, too. I heard he taught Creative Writing, and in his first class, he burns a sheet of paper and says, "This, boys, is the enemy."
And so, I left his class, went to ROTC for my last "official" hour in the...well....not-too-bad-but-I-personal
ly-don't-prefer-much military class of Jesuit High. I was thinking just after Master Sgt. clapped for the fact that the military "won out" over the protesters for its use in Vietnam (or at least, that's what I think he was clapping for, I could be wrong...)...I was thinking that, in an ideal world, the military wouldn't exist. It's true. If we could all get along, have peace internationally, there would be no need for international/national/local military or law enforcement.
In fact, in an ideal society, we wouldn't need laws at all. Laws are only there to promote the "common good" and keep us from hurting ourselves and others according to the ethical system that has won democratic acceptance and legal provision. And if we all knew and agreed about what the "common good"/"hurting oneself" was, we wouldn't need laws to reinforce the personal agreements that would keep us all safe.
To undigress, after going to World Geography in place of Civics AP (the exam of which I'm exempt from) because Mr. LeBeau was out today, I found out with great joy, astonishment, and relief that I was exempt from the Algebra II exam. Then, Lunch, where kind friends provided me with pizza and I thanked Mr. Kenny Uhlich for being the awesome friend and teacher that he was for me this year.
After finding out - with much MORE relief and astonishment - that I was exempt from the Chemistry exam in exchange for a probable 89 semester grade, I had my last Christian Morality class with Marc Dillon, a wonderful teacher, and in the middle of the period our entire class left our room and attacked Mr. Uhlich's class one floor above us before I enjoyed a final forty minutes of Latin IV AP.
So that was Junior Year. The most fun I've had at Jesuit so far, the hardest classes/courses I've had so far, the most effort I've put into my grades so far, the most exam exemptions I've ever had, and the most affable new friends I've made to this point.
Thanks be to whomever thanks is owed.
Now, if only I could find a girlfriend....any takers?
Yeah. Wow. I jsut wrote that. And this entry is getting too long.
Lou Current Mood: thankful
|Friday, May 6th, 2005|
|Absurdemus! Let us be absurd!
(Please forgive the randomness/perhaps sad-soundingness of the following:)
I think I agree with Sartre. It's all...so....absurd. Absurd that we exist. Absurd that we put any value in anything. Absurd that somehow randomly living matter somehow randomly mutated the adaptation wherein existence and survival became a goal to be aimed at. Absurd that society is...as a friend of mine once said..."society is an attempt to amuse itself." Quite simply true.
But hey, I enjoy existing. And valuing life and other things. And I choose to do so.
Oh, and the universe in and of itself (at least to my limited knowledge) is meaningless. Intrinsically meaningless, that is. For meaning to exist ("meaning" defined as, say..."ordered and purposeful arrangement of parts to communicate an idea to another or to manifest a particular idea in existence"), there must indeed be a Great Intender of Meaning, and since I have no solid reason to believe there is any such being behind all things, thus the universe is intrinsically meaningless.
Not to say we can't (or don't) assign meaning and value and purpose to things, which I love and enjoy and do myself. It's just that the universe itself does not value or assing meaning to things.
Yeah. Hopefully that was random/wierd/strange enough for ya.
Lou Current Mood: tired
Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, then that of blindfolded fear. -Thomas Jefferson, third US president, architect and author (1743-1826) Current Mood: frustrated
|Thursday, May 5th, 2005|
I must. Must. Must quote Steve:
"No matter how miserable your life may be, you are alive."
True. Wow. Incredible.
It may look really really trippy, but kudos, my man, to your new (what, like 5th?!) LJ: (too lazy to look up how to link this in hypertext)http://www.livejournal.com/users/aletheos/(end
too lazy to look up how to link this in hypertext)....(...or "rich text"...whatever)...
"If you believe in the existence of a non-corporeal self, soul, psyche, shade, Ka, or whatever else you would like to call it, then I should like you to demonstrate its existence to me by reason that I might believe. If you still choose to believe though you have not proof, dinner with Mr. Kierkegaard is at 7:30." I fear I'm the only one that got to Kierkegaard joke, but ohmygod, was it good. Wow.
But oh my goodness, Steve is brilliant. I'm sorry, but I can't not say so.
...And he could easily be interpreted as trippy, yes...but
Lou Current Mood: grateful
|Wednesday, May 4th, 2005|
|Attacked By a Razor...
Randomly, and I know this is going to be wierd (especially with the rarity of my entries here), but this eh...for lack of a better term, wow thing happened today.
At lunch, with a eh, shall we say, semi-full beard growing (and not even fully aware of that fact), I was stopped by a teacher who happens to be a good friend of mine and he threatened to give me a P.H. ("Penance Hall" = essentially, a detention after school) if I didn't have my face shaven by his class, which was last period.
So, instead of studying for his test at lunch (which I later got a 100 on, it was "Christian Morality," heh, so, no problem there...), I started looking for a pair of scissors, a knife, or whatever. I was on the verge of like, about to think about getting a plastic fork and tearing it across my face to get rid of the evidently too-much growth there.
And that was when I came upon - thank God, if He exists - my 9th grade gray-bearded Scripture teacher and the Jesuit baseball coach, Coach Floyd Guidry. He told me how he had a razor and shaving cream in his locker in the coaches' locker room across the street on the second floor of the Roussel Building (essentially the Jesuit P.E./Sports center place). He gave me his locker combination and official permission to be in there.
So, I went the about 500 yards or so through the school and across the street, where, with about 5 minutes left of lunch, I attacked my soaped-up face (no shaving cream was found in time) and ended up botching the job horribly. Thus explains the...(counts) four or so random cuts on sides of my face and chin.
I finished with next-to-no time to spare, as I had to make the 500-yard dash to get back to where I had thrown my books down, and THEN I had to run up four flights of stairs in about 3 minutes so as to not be late for Chemistry class.
Yeah, and that was funny walking into Chemistry class right after lunch and having people tell me, "Louis, you're bleeding!"
I was like, "Oh...that's bad..." and Ms. Fasone sent me off to clean up my face. And I hereby officially thank Master Sergeant Irizarry and Lieutenant Colonel Huete for allowing me to have a paper towel to dry my painful face as I went back upstairs.
And, so, I didn't get the P.H. Yeah. That's my eh...I'll call it my "unshaven story for the next-to-last week of Junior Year."
Thanks, Mr. Dillon, for the great experience. If he had threatened, I would'n't've had this great random wierd-coolish thing happen....which is...ah....cool....I think...Yeah...
Don't tell anyone, but...
Now, if only the faculty will let me go without cutting my hair for the next two weeks and two days. Then I'll be set for the summer.
I hope somebody gets a good laugh from all this.
Lou Current Mood: (slightly)
|Tuesday, April 19th, 2005|
Wow. I wrote a huge like....whole page of joy and happiness at the election of Cardinal Ratzinger as Benedict XVI, the new Pope, but that beyond illegitimate son of a female dog that is AOL disconnected and kept me from being able to post it. Dang it.
Anyways, that is absolutely awesome that he was elected (as I'd hoped), he being the best possible Catholic Cardinal for the job, the only one I'm aware of who actually aims for Catholic standards (or comes close).
Even though I'm a nescient, that's really cool.
|Monday, April 11th, 2005|
|Dreary Theories and Moping Jokes
I intend to write my own "Theory of Existence" sometime. Sorta like my friend Steve did. Could be interesting.
Oh, and here's one of my favorite jokes: "There are three kinds of people in this world - those who can count and those who can't."
Also: "What did the Mexican fire chief name his two children? Hose-A and Hose-B!"
|Tuesday, April 5th, 2005|
I want to be a nescient.
Can anyone tell me how to lj-cut? Because if not, I'll have to go find out on my own....time is a virtue!
Or something...yes, I'm lazy...But any help would be appreciated...And don't worry if you're busy/just as lazy as I am, I'll eventually figure it out...
Leoo (it sounds like, "Lou," right?) Current Mood: confused
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal or website along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
Do you know people like that?
(Thanks, Kassie.) Current Mood: happy
I hope there's a God, so someday at His whim homework can cease to exist.
Especially homework damned by the aforesaid God to Hell. I would do whatever was necessary for "eternal life with God" if only I could watch every assignment that was ever given for homework burn in hellfire for all eternity.
If and/or when I'm a teacher, I hereby vow that within reason and my own ability to do so, I will never give homework.
Lou Current Mood: stressed
|Monday, April 4th, 2005|
Wilse Webb, a prominent sleep researcher, more recently called sleep the gentle tyrant: It can be delayed but not defeated.
"My" two cents.
-Lou Current Mood: (slightly)
|Saturday, April 2nd, 2005|
|Wow, I just re-discovered the "Update Journal" button.
Hey all and happy not yet tomorrow!
It's good to be alive, no?
I figure it is. Undeniable fact of reality. I'm alive. For me to deny it, I'd have to "be" alive, to exist in some self-aware and sentient form of life.
Ha. You lose, doubt.
Hey, look at this!
"I doubt my own existence." Nope, I have to exist in order to create that doubt. I assume I exist in order to create that doubt. Or, at least, I cannot think of how that doubt could exist apart from including the concept of my own existence to make sense of it.
I have faith first in reason, and the only reasonable conclusion i have to come to from reason is that: 1. I exist. 2. I am aware that I exist. 3. The means by which I am conscious are my senses.
These three are self-evident principles of knowledge and undeniable.
I love knowing. And being. And being me. Life's cool.
Pro Semper Verum Tote Sum,
Lou Current Mood: jubilant
|Wednesday, November 17th, 2004|
Because it has worked so well, I will predominate in adding stuff to my other journal, leaving this one for...whatever I'll use it for. Yeah.
|Monday, November 15th, 2004|
|I win! Ha!
After many failed attempts, I have finally comandeered my very own Livejournal. At the risk of three tests falling down the drain have I accomplished my objective on this quest.
And I won.
Lou Current Mood: chipper