Clearly, I sort of bombed the whole “post everyday” thing in November. I made it less than two weeks. Sorry…

But, I had a good reason. That reason is the reason that everyone who’s ever been in school can understand: finals. I got lost in the business of studying for my finals, which actually weren’t spectacularly difficult in retrospect (probably because I studied so much). In fact, I can really only think of one final that was in any way challenging. The last final I had was a two hour, two essay test for my honors Western Civilization. I’m sure you can imagine the hand cramps. But I made all A’s!

I tell you this to try to come up with a good excuse for messing up NaBloPoMo. And it’s a pretty good excuse, if I do say so myself. However, I’ve been on break since December 10th, so there’s no good reason for me to have been neglecting my blog since then. But I’m going to try to give you one anyway.

You know that awkward moment when you’ve failed at something and you feel so guilty about failing that you don’t want to go back and try to keep doing it. Yeah, that’s kind of how I’ve been feeling. I, like most people, don’t like admitting that I’ve failed at something, even if it’s just a stupid blog writing thing that I imposed on myself.

So, I’ve been avoiding you. Sorry?

In any case, I can’t keep avoiding my readers forever, especially when I keep getting notifications that people are still reading my posts even when I’m not posting anything new. Seriously though, you guys are awesome.

In other news, Happy New Year! My New Year’s Resolution is obviously to not neglect my blog as much.

Wish me luck!


Postmodernism… Well, it’s Just Stupid

Over the last few years, I’ve learned quite a bit about postmodernism, and may I just say, it is the most utterly stupid idea I’ve ever heard. Seriously, I’ve heard a lot of stupid idea, such as, “Let’s fence with PVC pipes. Nothing could possibly go wrong,” but this one takes the cake.

The basic premise of postmodernism is that truth is created by human beings. There is no divine originator of truth, so truth must necessarily be relative. It is a fundamental rejection of any idea of absolute truth. Now, nice though it might sound to say, “What’s true for you isn’t true for me,” it just doesn’t make sense.
For starters, the statement, “There are no absolutes,” is an absolute in and of itself. There cannot be both no absolutes and a statement that they don’t exist. It’s a contradiction. In fact, if you’re truly trying to live as a postmodernist, you’d have to be mute. And stupid. These people literally couldn’t say anything because even untruths are absolutes. Seriously, “I’m hungry” is an absolute.

The second reason postmodernism is stupid is because it has completely changed the definition of the word “tolerance.” Basically, the old definition was that I could respect you as a human being, but I don’t have to agree with, or even like, your opinions. Now, with the postmodernist ideas that everyone’s opinions are equally true and equally valid, “tolerance” means that I have to agree that everything you’re saying is true. That’s entirely the opposite of the traditional idea of tolerance. But again, it contradicts itself.

If you’ve ever really put any thought into people who call others intolerant, you’ve probably realized, they are intolerant by both the old and new definitions. They are intolerant by the old definition because they have been reduced to insulting their opponents for their opinions, which violates the respect part of the old tolerance. But they also violate the rules (however impossible to follow) of the new tolerance. As a Christian, it is my view that Muslims are wrong about how to get to heaven. If someone else says that I am being intolerant because I say that someone else’s view is incorrect, then they are necessarily wrong. All views are equally valid, right? So how am I being intolerant? I’m only expressing my view, which is just as right as the view of the person calling me names (by their definition), and for that matter, the Muslim, who would say the same thing that I did. If anything, they’re the ones being intolerant… But then again all views are true, so… no one can be intolerant. It’s confusing, right? Incredibly contradictory? I know!!! Trying telling that to the next person you hear calling someone intolerant and enjoy the steam that comes out of their ears.

Okay, rant over. I want to know what you guys think about this. Have you ever put any real thought into this, or am I just weird?

*For more thoughts on tolerance, click here for one of my Silly Word Series posts.


My post tomorrow will be on something… I haven’t decided yet. Honestly, you’re just lucky you got something today. I had my first final and a massive video project to work on. The next few weeks aren’t going to get any less busy. I can’t even tell you how much I am looking forward to Christmas break. A whole month of nothing to do. What am I going to do with myself?

See y’all tomorrow!

Why Do I Have to Take This???

Why is it that liberal arts colleges, like the one I go to, have to force you to take classes that you don’t want to take? I mean, I get the Bible classes. I go to a Christian university. It makes sense that they would want to make us take Bible classes, and quite honestly, I’ve enjoyed the one I’ve taken. But then there’s classes like University 101.

I figure most colleges probably make students take a similar course. Basically it consists of an introduction to the college and all of the stuff you can do there, a talk or two on study skills (because apparently some people are able to escape high school without learning how to study), a long discussion on plagiarism, and other useless stuff I learned in high school. Perhaps this class is actually useful for certain people, but I find that most of my classmates hate the class and find it useless. It’s even more useless for me because I’ve already been doing college for four semesters. At the very least I wish there was some way to test out of the class, especially if you’re a transfer student.

The other class I didn’t want to take this semester is PSYC 150, AKA Psychology of Relationships. Now this class is just full of stuff I don’t want to talk about. I know there are some people out there that love to learn all about the reasons that people do what they do, but I am not one of those people. I don’t really want to go around prying open people’s brains to figure out how they tick. I just want to learn about a person as I go along and not assume that someone is a particular way just because of something I found out about them. Why can’t we all just leave each other’s brains alone?!

And then there was today’s class. When they told us last week that they would be splitting up the guys and the girls, we all knew what was going to happen. I’m not going to go into detail, because nobody, not even the people in the class, needs that. Basically, we got lectured on the birds and the bees for an entire class period. It was awkward. The students thought it was awkward. The professors thought it was awkward. The GAs thought it was awkward. I really can’t think of anything that is more awkward than this class. As an awkward person myself, that’s saying something.

I know this post makes it seem like I hate school, but I am actually greatly enjoying most of my classes. Next semester looks like a lot more fun than this one, so I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be taking a screenwriting class!


I’m sorry about not posting the last few days. I had a quiz bowl tournament this past weekend, so I didn’t have time to do anything. This post will bring us back to our regularly scheduled drivel. Tomorrow’s post will be on my thoughts on postmodernism.

See y’all tomorrow!

Silly Words Series: #5 Awesome

What it supposedly means:

Oh, that’s interesting… cool even.

Why it’s silly:

How many of you have had this conversation?

“Hey, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, not much. Just hanging out with my best friend. We saw the new Marvel movie together yesterday.”

“Oh, awesome. Was it any good?”

What is wrong with this exchange? You’re probably thinking something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t know. It was pretty ordinary.”

That’s the problem. That conversation was completely and utterly mundane. There was absolutely nothing “awesome” about what those two people were talking about.

“Awesome” is not a word that should be used lightly, and yet our society insists on doing so. “Awesome” is supposed to denote that something is worthy of our awe. If we see something that is truly awesome, we shouldn’t be able to speak. Let me help you out by giving you a few examples of awesome things.

orion nebula

This is the Orion Nebula and it is truly awesome.

mount everest climbers

Climbing Mount Everest. Awesome.

Nativity 2

Jesus Christ. His birth, His death, His resurrection and everything in between… And if you’re not Christian, CHRISTMAS!!! You wouldn’t have that without my savior.

You see, these are things that really are awesome. I can’t see the Orion Nebula, or any picture from outer space for that matter, without thinking about how amazingly insignificant I am in a vast universe. I can’t imagine climbing Mount Everest without thinking about the incredible difficulty of such a climb and the feeling of utter elation the people who reach the top must feel. Finally, I can’t think about Christ without being humbled by the thought that I could never have done what He did and that without Him, I am worth nothing.

This is the true meaning of “awesome.” Let’s try to use it the right way, people.*

* In no way am I not guilty of misusing the word, but even when I do it, it bothers me. Just so you know.

Thank you all for reading the 5th installment of my Silly Words Series. My post tomorrow will be on… well, it’s a surprise and you’re going to have to come back tomorrow and find out. Yes, this is essentially my way of saying I have absolutely nothing planned. 🙂

See y’all tomorrow!

How to Be a Good Blog Reader

I’m doing things a bit differently today. I figured my other blog shouldn’t languish while this one enjoys the fruits of NaBloPoMo. Me Against the Page is my writing blog. I haven’t had much of a chance to update it recently, so I thought it deserved a few new words on the page. I hope you all like it.

Me Against the Page

I’ve been reading and writing blogs for a while now. When I first started out, I looked up advice on how to be a good blogger. And I found some. Actually, I found a lot of advice, most of it contradicting the advice of the last guy. Some people said to make your posts short, some said long. Some bloggers said to avoid controversy, some said to embrace it. However, I don’t want to write yet another one of those posts. I don’t think myself qualified to talk on such a subject, and quite honestly, I don’t want to add to the already confusing mass of blog writing posts that already exists in cyberspace.

I want to do things a little differently. In that spirit, here is my advice on how to be a good blog reader.

1. Read the Posts

This may seem obvious to some of you, but…

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(More) Angsty Poetry

You guys probably know from my poetry post of about two weeks ago that I had a lot of problems with my roommates. I was getting bullied pretty badly, but that’s all over now. I’m in a great new room and I really like my new roommate. I’m okay, I promise, despite how this poem might sound. I actually wrote this one before the first one and before I decided to move rooms, so you can see the added despair of not knowing when it was going to end.

But like I said, it’s all over now, and I’m doing great! I wouldn’t even post this, because part of me just wants to forget, but gosh darn it, it’s a really good poem and I’m running low on blog fodder. So here you go.

The Loneliness of Contempt

It’s been a long time since you felt this way
Like you’re drowning in contempt,
Swimming in pain.
What are you supposed to do
When the reason they hate you
Is just that you’re you?
When you’ve caved in and bowed down,
When you’ve played all their games
And it still ends up the same?
When you run and hide
You spend all your time outside
Of their house…

Because it is their house.
You’re only a trespasser,
A servant meant to bow down to your masters.
They use you when they can
And then abuse you when they can’t
If you do one wrong thing,
Be ready for Hell
Because Lord knows they’ll tell you.
Never mind their own failings
Or planks in their eye
And never mind how hard you try
You’re tired…

You’re tired of pain, of bullies, of comments that bite
Tired of their laughter turning to
Crickets in the night,
Because their silence, sometimes,
Is even worse than their spite.
You’re tired of teasing
That constant jibing without reason
Even if what feels like an eternity
Is only a season.
Even if it all ends soon,
You’re tired of feeling lonely
When there’s two other people in the room.

I hope you liked it. I hope the poem touched you somehow and if you’ve been feeling like me, I want you to know that you can feel better again. The most important thing I did to get out of that bad situation was to talk to someone, in my case, my mom and my RA. If it’s a roommate issue you’re having, understand that sometimes, you just can’t fix the situation and the best thing to do is to remove yourself from it.

My post tomorrow will be a more lighthearted advice post on being a good blog reader. Because Lord knows there’s been enough advice on how to be a good blog writer.

See y’all tomorrow!

Long Walks and Libraries: An Introvert’s Guide to Dealing with Life at a Large University

Most of you know at this point that I have recently started my first year at Liberty University. If you didn’t know that, then click here to review my first week. What you may not know is that Liberty is a very large university. Liberty has something around 90,000 students online and 13,000 on campus. Actually, that makes it the largest university in the state of Virginia. The 90,000 online is cool and all, but it’s the 13,000 that inspired this post.

Maybe if you live in a small town and have somehow never attended a major event of any kind, you might not understand what being around that many people is like. Fine. Good for you. I would love to be you. But most of us have, at the very least, been to some kind of concert or sporting event or political gathering where there have been several thousand people present. We know that 13,000 people is A LOT of people. Can you imagine that many people?

Good. Now imagine that that is your school. Next, imagine that you were a homeschooled introvert going to that school. I’m sure a few of you just shuddered. That is now my life. After spending almost an entire semester here, I’ve begun to figure a few things out. Here are a few tips for the introvert going to a large university.

First, find ways to be alone. It doesn’t matter how; just do it. I would suggest using the library a lot. Since you’re going to a big school, there is probably a big library somewhere. If your library is anything like mine, it has quiet zones where literally NO ONE is allowed to speak. These places will be your sanctuary. Find one, plop yourself down in a nice comfy chair, put your headphones on to block out the world, and open up a text book. You don’t even need to be reading it. Most people are considerate enough to leave you alone if they think you’re studying.

Another good way to find some alone time is take nice long walks by yourself. At my school, I live kind of high up on the side of a mountain, so going anywhere is a bit of a hike. However, there’s a popular little diner about a ten to fifteen minute walk away from me. I like to walk down there for dinner on certain evenings. It’s not a particularly hilly walk, but it is nice and quiet and gives me time to be away from the rest of campus for a little while. Of course, there is the downside that, depending on where you go to college, this isn’t exactly the safest way to find alone time. But if you’re committed, I’d invest in some Mace.

Another tip is to cultivate a small circle of friends. If you’re an introvert, chances are you probably already prefer to have a small group of friends, so that’s good. An advantage to having a small circle is that when you do want to hang out with people, there aren’t too many of them. They can also serve the same purpose as headphones, namely, cancelling out the extra noise. Being around people you like can have the tendency to put blinders on you and block out everything else. Therefore, ironically, it can be good for an introvert to make a few friends.

My final piece of advice is to use your weekends wisely. While I understand the temptation to want to go out and DO ALL THE STUFF. But sometimes that’s not the best idea. Sometimes, you might just need to stay in and recharge for the upcoming people-filled week. This last one goes for every college student. Weekends are important for studying, relaxing, and most of all, sleeping. Weekends: Use responsibly.

My next post will be some (more) angsty poetry that I wrote a few weeks ago when I was having all the trouble with my former (thank the good Lord) roommates. Don’t worry, if you’re not a poetry fan, I don’t see much more in your future. At least, not on this blog.

See y’all tomorrow!