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So, It’s been a little while since I’ve contributed. I’ve been working on this on and off for a little while, (mostly as just thoughts and notes so forgive me if it is a little disorganized) and I figured I would share with you lovely people. I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. I’ve discovered more things about myself in the past 6 months than I think I ever have. I feel more in control than I have before also. But I’m not going to be speaking about me, it’s about something more.

Each and every one of us, whither we believe in God or not, have two things that connect us. That bind us. The first is love. The second is suffering. Ultimately these two are connected also. Not one of us is capable of escaping them. We can try, and we can come close, but even if we escape one for a moment, the other takes us hostage.

There is no escape from suffering when it comes to love. And no love without suffering. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart is sure to ache, and possibly even break. The only way to keep your heart safe is to give it to no one and nothing. You must lock it up and hide it away. To love is to suffer, and to not do so eventually results in damnation. You shouldn’t avoid love for fear of suffering though. Its better to remove all armor, take all risks, and be reckless in love. For pain is much better than to feel nothing at all.

There is something else we all have in common. We live in a world that is desperately seeking a reason, a purpose, a meaning for living. Our nation was even founded with the right to pursuit happiness. I think it’s important that it was worded as such. Happiness is actually easy to come by but hard to grasp. By that, I mean that happiness is something that happens, not something you can reach out and take.

There is a lot to the statement that once you reach the top there’s nothing there. Have any of you heard that? It basically means the enjoyment, the challenge, the beauty of life itself is in the climb to the peak. There is not much at the destination but the footprints following you back through your life. The destination is the end, the destination is death

The way I think of life is a huge open area of land. Your accomplishments and goals in life are marked by small hills. Gradually the hills increase in size. And off in the distance is your mountain. The mountain marks the biggest part of your life, your purpose. You want your highest aspiration to be the peak of that mountain. The more impossible the goal the better. Because once you reach that peak… there’s nothing but the view and then the descent back down…

Now, I know I’m not very old, but the more I grow as a person the more I’m coming to realize the purpose of life. For me, that path leads through knowledge, wisdom, love, and honesty. For you, it may be something else entirely. But those are the things that, to me, I yearn for and always want more of. I want to be wise. I want to learn as much as I possibly can while I live. I want to have a love like in stories and movies (Silly I know lol). And I want it to all to be honest, real, worth it, earned… Now I know I might not obtain all of those to the extend that I would like. But that’s what I want out of life. Life is so short, and at the same time long. There is so much to gain and lose, so much to give and take. There is so much to experience in life. What do you want to experience the most out of life? Can’t think of just one? How about the top 5 or 10 things you want to experience out of life above all the rest?

Look, if through reading all this, (Which I really appreciate if you read it all :] ) you don’t take much away from it…. at least take this. Find someone, something, anything… in this world or otherwise. Once you find it, Love it with everything you have. Love it till you can’t love anymore. It seems to me the question that can’t seem to be answered (What is the purpose of life?), should only have an answer that can’t be explain; love.

Greetings, dear fellow lifeform.

It’s been said that the hallmark of the human experience is the ability to question shit (I am paraphrasing). Well, recently I have found myself in a position where this great ability is a real pain in the neck.

How are you supposed to act when a situation has arisen that for anyone but you is really easy to decide? When every analysis of the situation both from you and everyone you share it with point to the exact same decision, and you know yourself that they are all right, how is it logical to wholeheartedly consider the other choice, the one that will, almost without a doubt, lead to a crashing and a burning?

Animals are better off some times, blindly following their instincts. Humping trees and eating their own poop, because thats how they roll! Some times I wish i could just turn my brain off and go on autopilot like that (hopefully without humping trees and eating poop).

And another thing. What the hell is up with socks?

Peace out, sauerkraut.

Vegard

And now come the lasers:

In honor of the Michael, I, along with my sister, attended the MJ laser light show in Seattle. Now, I had absolutely no idea what to expect when I heard the term “laser show.” I thought perhaps it would be like a Michael Jackson concert with laser reincarnations of Michael and the band, but I was wrong. Oh, was I wrong. Instead, what I experienced was an eye-melting display of drug-inspired laser patterns projected onto the dome ceiling of the Pacific Science Center which rhythmically corresponded to MJ songs. Don’t get me wrong, it was totally enjoyable and worthwhile, but it simply didn’t live up to my unrealistically high expectations. Honestly, I probably would have paid the same $8 to sit in the dark and listen to MJ on that awesome sound system AND I got to see/take a picture with an amazing impersonator.

I was/still am pretty jealous.

Overall, it was a success. Was it a lifelike recreation of an MJ concert? No, but I’m okay with that. It’s the closest I will ever come to attending one of his real concerts and it was certainly a hell of a lot cheaper. I’d recommend seeing a laser show, specifically one at the Pacific Science Center in Seattle, WA (shameless plug), to any- and every- one. It’s fun, it’s different, it ruins your eyesight, but most of all- it’s a justification to the benefits of drug use.

And with that, I say good day!
-Elaine

P.S.- If you’re interested in more of my experiences whilst over in Seattle/Olympia, you can look forward to my up and coming blog documenting my trip. 🙂  And if you’re not interested, well then screw you.

Just kidding.

I’m going to talk about my week! Yeah! (And forgive me if there are typos, I’m on my sister’s computer and the n key sticks like crazy!)

So I just got to my sister’s house from a state 4-H camp called OMC–which stands for Older Member’s Conference. This is an older 4-H camp for the older members (because 4-H is an 8 to 21 year old club) and you have to be between the age of a freshman in high school to a twenty-one year old in college.

I like this camp more than a lot of others because of the age. My county older 4-H camp ranges from 12-21, so the youngins are a bit too young for my liking. At OMC, we can be dirty. We can make crude jokes with extreme sexual innuendos and get away with it without any trouble.  Most of all, I like this camp because I only see these people once a year.

Now, if you’ve never been to camp then you can’t really relate. There’s something fun–something adventurous about it. I like my friends, they’re fine people, but there is absolutely something different about these 4-H friends. I’d hate them if I saw them all year long, but most of them live about seven hours away (so the seeing them all the time thing is covered and covered well.)

My week went great. I met so many great people. Four of the boys there followed me around all week hitting on me awkwardly, which I for one adore. I love being hit on.

We had a speaker each day and the good thing about this camp in particular is that we have a discussion type thing where we talk to an experienced elder and ask questions in front of the whole camp. The campers can have a conversation with each other during this and I adore it! I’m a talker though, right? We have the ability to be intelligent, and the intelligent thrive here.

As the week progressed, I learned many things. I learned some more propaganda about alcohol, I learned about civility, I learned about rich bastards that we suck up to so that they can give more money to us, I learned about the world.

I hope that I never forget the people and actions there. I hope that I never forget me and a friend making fun of a fellow for his love of midgets, or the weird as fuck looking bug that landed on my boobs, or my sister crying hysterically in front of 300 people. I don’t want to forget my community service or the tornado that struck about a mile away from the camp that destroyed many places but didn’t touch us. I don’t want to forget my brother singing while I sipped on coffee in the back, or a fellow I have had a crush on for years looking like crazy for chocolate milk so that he wouldn’t have to drink coffee like a big boy. I hope that I will never ever forget the good times, the great times, the fantastic times.

I loved this week, and I’ll love the next month even more <3

But! Party time!
Have a wonderful life,
Olive Juice,
Elizabeth <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

According to this article in the NY Times, senator Charles E. Schumer loves change. He loves it so much that he needs to have his fix straight away, and if the Chinese government doesn’t bloody well give it to him as soon as possible he’s going to… oh, right he can’t do squat. He seems to think that he can restrict Chinese exports. Of course he doesn’t really want to do that, it’s just saber rattling, but the truth is that he couldn’t restrict their exports even if he wanted to. You’re the Chinese’s bitch now, Charlie, at the mercy of their whims. If they want to take it slow, that’s the way it’s going to be.

Nice whistle, but it won’t make China listen to you.