Stories can never be music

And, um, well, wow. A lot's happened. A lot's changed. It almost feels like I should scrap this blog altogether and start a new one or something. The original concept of this one is a little bit out of reach now. But... eh, let's see if it can't adapt.

Things with the multiverse are getting pretty serious. There's some major issues that concern everyone.

There are a few people on this already... first we're trying to find more.

By the way, a few people have been communicating with those of us who aren't Josh directly, through letters, and things. Which got me wondering, if we were to set up an email address dedicated to all of this blog's inhabitants, for the sake of more private conversations with us, without compromising Josh's anonymity, would anyone ever want to use that?

If there's some interest we'll be happy to create one.

Main reason I haven't been posting here lately is because what's been going on, I don't want to spend too much time whining to myself about. Fucking stupid teenage crush stuff. What's more, it makes channeling stuff from the (now 12) folks who post here rather difficult.

New one's pseudonym/nickname is Gin, wow, another girl, I rather doubt she'll ever post anything here. Just picture someone who's victimized and therefore pretty evil and vengeful and what. There you have it. That's Gin.

I'll be back at this sometime, dudes.

Mad skills?

Had a sub in Math class today, he saw me staring blankly at the worksheet and started berating me. He was under the impression that I was merely a lazy student, while I insisted that my mind is simply not wired for mathematics. I pointed out that my gift is probably on the creative side of things, particularly writing, and that I do well in my English classes. I told him that I can get mathematical stuff, but only with extended one-on-one tutor sessions, which I get for math.

To make me prove it, he had me write 150 words on numbers. So, I did. Here they are. Done in 20 minutes in longhand:

" If God had any one language, it would be that of numbers. The world is made of numbers – the unchanging constants that make our environment what it is, the infinite imaginable numerical relationships between any two physical bodies, the absolute scale and limit of time. In the observable universe, numbers can do anything. It can be said without any spirituality that if you could see all the numbers that are out there, we could project the fate of the Earth and expose free will itself as an illusion. No, I would never underestimate the importance of numbers.
But just because numbers are omnipotentially important doesn’t mean I particularly care about them. Eight X squared divided by two Z to the fourth is simply never going to become a major factor in my life as a human being. I say this knowing full well that I am not going to be the physicist who works out how many dimensions there are in the multiverse, or even the architect who builds a house whose room layout is a fractal of heptagons. I write. My job is to live, think, and feel, and the products of those endeavors will hopefully be what I give back to the world. I’ll leave the number-crunching to the scientists."

After he read it, he literally used the phrase "Wow. So you weren't just bullshitting me." He proceeded to encourage me to pursue what I had convinced him was my aptitude and even gift, named a few movies I should watch, and even started talking about how he thought I was totally cool. Nice! I don't have many stories that make me sound that good.

Also, I got a 12/12 on my SAT essay, and a 750/800 on the writing section in general, which put me in the 99th percentile. Superfly.

All lost time made up for in 6 sentences.

Suddenly I have this unshakable philosophy that happiness comes from within, and that as long as this is remembered it's never far off. That's what I've spent the past few months working out.

Of course there are those things that get in the way (being in love with someone who I can't save from materialism is one) but then again I'm not exactly the Buddha.

So yup. That's what I spent my last month on. That and The Beatles.

Been about a month since my last entry, been thinking I might as well get back to here. No one has a lot to say except Yuki, which I can't convince myself to get around to channelling.

I might use this thing as a more traditional writer's notebook for a little while, just do some writing work and throw it on here. I'll use a new tag for that stuff, "writing." We'll see what does down.

Had a dream that made me think.

I was cast as a female extrauniversal friend of mine, involvedi n some strange gurilla warfare situation. Also, I do believe I was in love with my commanding officer, who was also a woman, about 10 years older than me. Dream ended when my squad was in an abandoned hotel watching shells hit the city below.

Then, 5 minutes, later, I realized that I don't actually know that girl. She was made up in the dream. This wouldn't be the first time I've had a dream about someone I thought I knew but actually didn't, but it would be the first time the person was supposed to be from another universe. The thing that does to make it interesting is that I could have gone and met her right then very easily. The boundary between knowing her and not knowing her is very blurred. Since I've been her and all.

Anyway, turns out Tuffie vists that universe often enough and knows that girl. Weird how it all works out.