Hm... Were I to die today... What would happen? How would my death affect others? Would people be happy? Sad? What would I like to happen were I to die today? Celebration... Mourning... Are the two even different in their relations to death? Would I want people to celebrate my life? Mourn my death and then continue on with their lives? Or would I want others to mourn losing me for years? Wear black for a year to signify this...

If conflict is part of life and a key element to entertainment then why the hell are the Telletubbies still around?

Hm... There are certain actions that are familiar to all... Some actions that are familiar to some... And some actions that are familiar to few... For instance, a baby knows where to find milk... That is an inherent instinct... I'm talking about actions you learn and know to the point of instinctual merely through repetition... For instance, any human who has lived for a substantial amount of time can bring food to his mouth without the uses of any of the senses... There are some instincts that, while learned, are only available to a few... Such as a mother knowing to give milk to her baby... No man can know this action the way someone who has made it an instinct does... But that's not even the best part... The person who has an instinct, by definition, takes it for granted... Then there are some actions that are known to an extreme few... For instance, I can take the carribeaner with all my keys on it, off with no sensory perceptions... It has become an instinct for me...

Given the choice between Hero or Traitor, I choose the guy who had nothing to do with the conflict.

Life, in comparison to the absoluteness of Death, truly is just a dream. By the same comparison Death could be defined as waking from that dream. In the "Matrix" being unable to wake from the machine-induced dream world is a supposedly hellish fate. Does this mean that we should all strive to wake from this dream of life? Yet society tells us just the opposite of that. That we should live as long and powerfully as we can. That we should stay asleep for as long as possible in this wonderful dream. But suppose we have an eight o' clock meeting in the real world? Do we really have the time to be sleeping in like this? This one plans to stay asleep for as long as possible. I never did like meetings much. Especially not ones at eight o' clock A.M.

If it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger.

If past performance were any indication of the future we would all be immortal. I lived yesterday therefore I'll live tomorrow. This would continue on forever and nobody would ever die. Saying patterns exist is like saying Pie is equal to 3.14. It's not true. It's just an approximation. You might as well say that Pie equals 3. Or that all is pattern. I suppose that's just a mutated version of Cause and Effect philosophy. And if you want to know more about that go watch "Matrix Reloaded".

Perfection is possible... merely be it.

When does an action become pointless? Is it when it offers no more positivity? If that is so than it would be very difficult to know when an action has become pointless. You would have to wait virtually forever to make sure that you weren't missing anything from this action. I suspect it would be very boring...

I changed my mind... I choose any guy but the lone survivor.

It's funny how sometimes your subconscious creates a religion without telling you. Then it converts you to this religion without you ever knowing it existed. For instance, I had a great time at Camp Bravo. This by itself is probably an obvious fact to anyone who has been there or knows me. What's not so obvious is that I could walk up to the President of the United States and call him an $$hole. Not that many people couldn't right now. The interesting thing is that I couldn't seriously do that to anyone from Camp Bravo. My mind has made them more sacred than everything in my life with exception, perhaps, to family and myself.

One man's treasure is another man's trash...

What is natural? This one believes in the Chaos theory. That nothing is unnatural but at the same time nothing is natural. There are no moral lines to live by. You can say that S.U.V.s are bad but how is driving your electrical car really any better? It was made by wasteful machinery. That machinery was made by more wasteful machinery. The roads you drive on are covering natural landscape. The roads were paved by vehicles bigger than an S.U.V. The garage you park your car in was built over many creatures' homes. I'm not saying an electrical car is worse than an S.U.V. or just as bad, I'm saying there is no way to say which one is worse or better. This way of thinking can be applied to anything environmentally related. I'm also not saying that you should go out and buy and do as many wasteful things as possible, I'm saying it's stupid to argue about it. The only solid facts on the issue are people's opinions and those aren't solid facts.

Insult a man and be insulted back... Say anything to a sociopath and wake up dead.

Life is comprised of three different kinds of moments. Lost moments. The present moment. Future moments. Not to generalize but most people either regret lost moments or plan for future moments. Some people stay in the present moment but nobody stays there always. Now someone maybe saying, "Oh great, another message about how we should stay in the present..." But that isn't what I'm saying. There is never a moment that is reasonable to say nothing was happening so I didn't pay attention. There is always something happening in the present moment, you just have to look for it. At the same time you must plan for future moments or else when they arrive you will fail horribly. And again you must remember lost moments or else you will lose many more. Yeah... That's all a contradiction. Have fun with it.

Everyone is dorky about something at some point in their life...

Philosophy is a funny thing, isn't it? In a day you can convince yourself the universe doesn't exist. Or that you're a brain in a jar and what you see around yourself is actually just a set of electronic impulses being sent into your brain. I always giggle at the brain in a jar theory. In this one's opinion there are two kinds of philosophy. One says stuff like, I think therefore I am, and the simplest answer is usually correct. Then you got the brain vat people. If they listened to their colleagues then they would probably feel silly. But why should they listen? For all they know their colleagues aren't real. Or programs sent to calm them down. Push them away from the truth. Eat it up, Wachowski Brothers...

I'm fourteen and I regret things I did in my youth... How messed up is that?

Chris McCandless was a very interesting person. Many people admire him. Many people believe he was an assholic, arrogant, idiot. I can't really judge him This one thinks no one really has the right to. McCandless was a very different sort of person. Of course, in recent times everyone is "different" and "special" and "weird". I like to believe that I'm the kind of person who would say that even if it weren't popular. But McCandless is one of the few people who has the right to say it. The author of McCandless' biography, Jon Krakauer, is a very good writer. He explained Chris McCandless' life very well in a book called "Into the Wild". But he made the mistake of trying to compare McCandless to others. He even had the nerve to make a comparison to himself. I saw how anyone would want to be associated with qualities McCandless had, but come on! Have some shame, man. I could see certain similarities even between myself and McCandless but that doesn't make me half the man he was. The things he did in his life were amazing... But at the price of dying alone in the wilderness of Alaska. At the price of not talking to a family member for two years and dying without talking to them. At the price of becoming homeless. Not prices I'm willing to pay when I already know the answer to Life, The Universe, And Everything: Forty Two. Which isn't to say he led a miserable life. Just that I would not enjoy it. And that's what makes him truly different. From me any ways. My only request of you is that you don't say, "Oh, Chris McCandless? Well I totally live his life style..." That's extremely rude to a very cool person; who, if alive, would kick your ass! Actually he probably wouldn't, even give the opportunity. I do believe this is the longest piece in here... Hm...

When someone is alive people wish for them to go away. When someone is dead people wish for them to come back. Where do you want me to be?

"Wishing wastes time, you must work to get to the point at which you wish before you have time to wish your life away... which I'm pretty positive by what I've seen, that you've managed to figure that out, that in it's self is an ability" That was said by one of the smartest people of our time: Mali Birk. At least she was being smart then. Hehe.

Gibberish is only gibberish to someone who doesn't speak gibberish.

What to do to die today at a minute or two to two. A distinctly difficult thing to say but harder still to do. For there will be a tattoo at twenty to two with a ratatatatatatatatato. And the dragon will come when he hears the drum at a minute or two to two today At a minute or two to two.

I have come to a school where I am no longer the "Brain." In fact, earlier this very day I saw a girl who, in an arrogant act, I immediately judged to be a ditz. She had that cheerleader look about her, her voice was high pitched and squeaky, and she incorporated the word like into almost every sentence. It was similar to watching the real life version of Brittany from Daria. Until her friend asked her to explain a topic that I assumed(I only heard part of the conversation) had to do with History. She immediately spewed forth all kinds of knowledge and insight on the topic and I, admittedly, was taken aback. I had found a judged a person to be a ditz. And obviously now she wasn't! I was surprised by this and embarrassed that I was surprised that my first glance judgment had been wrong.

What to do to die today at a minute or two to two. A distinctly difficult thing to say but harder still to do. For there will be a tattoo at twenty to two with a ratatatatatatatatato. And the dragon will come when he hears the drum at a minute or two to two today At a minute or two to two.

I've been writing The Weird and Odd Mumblings of Yoshi ever since it was Where's the Guide To Life!? I only started writing that this summer. It's supposed to be a collection of thoughts, quotes, and other cool stuff as I come up with it. But I still haven't talked about the three lectures: Sex, Drugs, and Suicide. I only really have the right to talk about suicide as that's the only one I have experience with. I haven't had any sex and I haven't done any drugs(excluding various medications I'm on). But I have tried to commit suicide; twice, I believe. My advice to depressed people is go for it. But choose a mode of suicide you know you can't accomplish. Basically, it's like walking up to the edge of a cliff, jumping off the edge, and then realizing you're wearing a harness.

If someone asked if I was corrupt, evil, and hypocritical, I'd ask them if they had opposable thumbs.

I have come to a school where I am no longer the Brain. In fact, earlier this very day I saw a girl who, in an arrogant act, I immediately judged to be a ditz. She had that cheerleader look about her, her voice was high pitched and squeaky, and she incorporated the word "like" into almost every sentence. It was similar to watching the real life version of Brittany from Daria. Until her friend asked her to explain a topic that I assumed(I only heard part of the conversation) had to do with History. She immediately spewed forth all kinds of knowledge and insight on the topic and I, admittedly, was taken aback. I had found and judged a person to be a ditz. And obviously now she wasn't! I was surprised by this and embarrassed that I was surprised that my first glance judgment had been wrong.

What happens when whoever's in charge gives up?

If freedom requires discipline, then is that really freedom? Which is not to say freedom doesn't require discipline. This concept is comparable to the quest for perfection. Namely, if one's life is perfect then someone else's life will be imperfect. Thus, it is not perfection. In the same way, the true concept of freedom is constricted by the need for discipline. An example of this constriction would be, I have a supposed freedom with what I do after-school. And yet, I must complete homework in this time. If I excercise my freedom by choosing not to do my assigned tasks, what freedom I have is taken away e.g. detention. So, while discipline is absolutely needed to maintain freedom, it also tarnishes, slightly, what that freedom is. Another example of this paradox is the situation in Iraq. In order to maintain the freedom of that country, the ultimate form of discipline is required: The Military. By sending an army to Iraq, the American Government is liberating the Iraqis. However, at this moment, most Iraqis probably cannot do as they wish, for fear of being shot either by U.S. troops or other Iraqis. So, the actual definition of freedom is, like, perfection, impossible.

If the Buddha is right, and life is suffering and despair, then where did laughter come from?

Hey, Yoshi is now a "mod." Yeah. Me. In charge of other people. People listening to what I say. Not like here. I'm not sure why I'm writing this. Nobody reads The Weird and Odd Mumblings of Yoshi anymore. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. From "Where's The Guide To Life?!" to "The Weird and Odd Mumblings of Yoshi" on the website "Forty Two." It was fun. But even I'm not really paying attention to it anymore. It was a nice outlet for thoughts and emotions but school started and I don't have time for expression anymore. I wish I was. I really wish I could wake up with a new idea for this every morning. But it just doesn't happen anymore. The great, writing summer of 2003 is over. Maybe next summer, when I'm fresh from another session at Camp Bravo, maybe then I will have creative spirit anew. But that's wishful thinking. Much as I love Camp Bravo I know that that first week will never come again. Next summer will probably be really fun but I've divulged my secrets, I've come forth into the real world to see that I'm just like everyone else. There is no more. Or rather I see no more. It will never happen again so allow me to sum it up. I came to a camp I expected to hate. Lovely things happened there. A conflict arose. I fell in love with Megan who, as all the present evidence directs, does not love me back. Not a great situation, considering I entered camp already in love with someone else. Someone who also, given the present evidence, does not love me back. At least not in the same way. Speaking of, love is probably too strong a word to use. I'm fourteen, who knows whether I'm actually in love or not. Well, the answer is I do. I stand firm to that. Because I don't have much of my own to stand firm to. Anyways, I thought I would keep my love for Megan secret the way I had done with the other until, melodramatic kicks in. I'm an actor and I always have been. Sorry, David but the credit does not go to you for me opening up. You were just there and willing to listen to me. You asked me to talk and I did. You see even if I plan not to tell I think of scenarios in which I do. Dramatic ones. Sometimes these daydreams become plans. And those plans are executed. Me telling David the truth snowballed. I got home and with nothing better to do, I wrote the truth, a lot. The Weird and Odd Mumblings of Yoshi. Just a Dream. Yeah, even that one started out as truth. When I first wrote it, Jason Strife was Robert Lougheed-Lowe. Rachel Proudmoore was Megan Fleming. Now the names are changed because I was told to change them before I offended Megan. She'll never see this. Who cares? But, one must listen to his mother. I have tried to keep sharing. An Interesting Day was supposed to give up that last secret. The one I told eight years ago and have not told since. My secret "crush"(I hate that word) that no one knows. Or wait, did I tell Jedd? Anyways, no one who it would matter to knows it. Who is it? It's kind've obvious. There's only one person outside of my family, who's my age, and of the opposite gender, that I've known for eight years. Jessica Lafrank. She's great. Well that's it. My last secret. Putting it here is as good as keeping it secret but my concious is clear. Everything that has a beginning has an end and this is it. I hope you had as much fun as I did even though I know you didn't. Sorry I've been such a melodramatic ass the last couple of months. It really didn't stop here, did it? And it won't stop here either. I'll be like this the rest of my life because that's who I am. I only hope I'll find someone who loves me for it. Yeah, I hope. I really do hope I fall in love someday. And get it right. Y'know, fall in love with someone who loves me back. Hehe. I did good. I hope the final monologue of my life goes something like this. Later...