Another Religious One

Religion really scares me. I've been trying to think of what the world would be like if it weren't around. Would it be better, worse, or about the same?

I think it's pathetic that people need motivation to have decent morals and values. Motivation by fear or reward. If any person is making choices because of the reward or fear of punishment in the end, they are doing it for the wrong reasons.

Religion is too far-fetched for me to believe. If there is a god, why is there only one? Which religion is true? Why are terrorists attacking innocent lives in the name of god?

If believing in god is the only thing that really matters, then why are there so many religions? If there really was only one true god, wouldn't there only be one true religion?

Wow, I have so many questions. Too bad no one can really answer them. Yes, that is a challenge hah. Honestly, every religious person I know always says that we need to "talk", or that they know a person that can answer my questions. If you believe in god, and you can't explain why you know he/she exists, then how much do your beliefs really stand for? I have yet to meet a person that can logically explain why they know for a fact that god exists. I guess that's impossible to ask though, because then it wouldn't be called faith, it would be called proof.

So then we get to a point where you have people that need to have faith, and those that don't. I see faith as a type of weakness. Why do people need to depend and rely on somebody else for everything? Can't they just believe in themselves? Instead of investing their time and energy into faith, why not invest it into a conviction?

Faith in anything without logical reasoning is just ignorance. This may seem like a bash on anybody that believes in god, but I think it's more of just a general statement. hah.

If a god does exists, then why does he make people suffer? Not people that have sinned, but people who haven't. Why are children dying? Why are infants susceptible to disease and evil parents? Why are newborns left in dumpsters? Why didn't god save them? What was the purpose? Why is he letting criminals live, while children are being abused?

If anybody can answer these questions I have, I would really appreciate it. Until then, I think I'm going to remain an Atheist.

I spoke to a man the other day that believes in god. I asked him how he knew god existed. He replied by saying, "look around you." I did, and I saw the same thing I've seen each day before. Am I just looking at the world the wrong way? I asked him what he saw. He told me that he sees god in everything.

They make hospitals for people like him. I hope he doesn't drive.

Obama for Lyfe!!!!! OMG

I went to see Obama today at the waterfront. It was probably the biggest waste of my time ever. We stood in a 3 mile long line for about 1.5 hours, finally getting to the actual site, and I heard the last ten minutes of his speech. It was still cool to hear him though.

There were these sweet people dancing downtown on the sidewalk to the "Prince of Bellare" theme song. It was cool. I'm excited to go to college.

I want to get away from high school. Everyday I have to go back is so depressing. I'm so sick of trying to enrich my mind, then going to school and losing it all. It sucks.

I'm excited to go to Disneyland. I'm just going to party like it's 69...whatever that means. I heard it in a song. I also got five on it. OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!

Relay for Life was also this weekend. It was more fun than I thought it would be, mostly because Erik was there. If he hadn't been there I probably would have left as soon as I had gotten there hah. I enjoy my friends. They're tight.

Martin is really cool too. Actually, he's more than that. I enjoy being around Tamsyn too. Richard is starting to hit the top charts also. I really enjoy them all.

I bought some clothes today for the summer because it is getting really hot. I'm thinking of shaving my legs because of the amount of hair they contain. Maybe I could donate it to locks of love.

I'm Back (from the long road home)

Ok, so I realize that I haven't posted a blog in about two months...and there is really no excuse. I just got distracted from blogging. I read Chris' new blog and he stated, "Travis: have you stopped blogging?" To Chris and all of my other friendly readers, I am truly sorry.

I think I have severe memory loss. Not as bad as amnesia or anything, but it's pretty bad. I was working yesterday and Mica apparently handed me this paper and told me to write my name on it, but I have no recollection of that memory. I even accused her of being a liar.

I really want to see Coheed and Cambria on Monday, but I don't want to pay someone $30 for a ticket. I wish I had fake money. I've been meaning to get a credit card.

Bike riding is so liberating. Seriously, when the wind blows through your hair and coast down a steady inline, your problems and worries just fly away. It's really great.

I'm not going to Literature at all next week. I feel like if I have to spend another moment next to Nita or whatever her name is I will turn around, grip her neck, and choke her until all of the stupidity withing her soul is expunged. So if my teacher asks me why I wasn't in class, I'm going to honestly reply by saying, "for the safety and welfare of my fellow peers." Or something of that magnitude anyway.

I love playing an instrument. It doesn't matter which one, although violin is my favorite. Music gives you something that nothing else really can. I just can't explain it.

Tomorrow I'm going to get some shorts for Disneyland. I might just cut some of the pants I already have, but only if I run out of money. Sometimes I wish I could just go to Mexico and and make purchases there to save money, but then I realize that I pretty much live in Mexico already.


I believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of the heart.

Grapes or Crapes?

I had a mission today. I was going to find a mouse pad. Not just any mouse pad, but one that was unique; one that would fit me as I would fit it. It took awhile for me to finally discover the right pad, but when I found it, I knew from the very first visible instant that we were to be together.

However, I had to travel to approximately four different stores before I found this mouse pad. I almost gave up hope, but pulling through eventually landed me in a happy position.

I hope life is the same way. I know that there are rough times, and there are times when we will feel like giving up. I understand that everything can't go your way, and that without the bad, there would be no good. I simply want to know that if I persistently try my hardest and give a full effort, that I will win in the end. I want the mouse pad of life... I just don't really know how to get it.

I'm unsure about my life right now. I want to know that I'm doing the right things. I want to have reassurance. I want food.

A wax Sasquatch

Now, I know that a magician never reveals his tricks...but I thought that I would divulge a few of my blogging secrets. Plus, it's sweet to think about how you personally blog. First, I always write what comes to my mind. My fingers just flow over the keys, typing at an extremely hectic rate. I always make my title last. It's usually just something that I wrote about too, but sometimes it's extremely weird. Yeah and I think that sums it up.

I went to Target today to apply for a job. They have one of those computers set up that you apply with, which is cool. I can type faster than I can write, so I actually prefer it. But honestly, why do they have to include a 100 question test along with it? I don't know what percentage of politicians lie or what weather I prefer. Seriously, what kind of questions are those? Plus, the test asks each question about three times. Why?

Then this little lady with pink hair came and talked to me when I was done. I can't remember her name, because she wasn't wearing a name tag. I think she said Jessica or something. But she made me repeat all of the information I put into the computer to her personally so that she could write it down. It seems like people enjoy creating extra work for themselves. Weird.

"People cause a lot of unnecessary stress." Go Brittany.

I was practicing today and I came to the conclusion that I don't really like classical orchestra music. Seriously, it is really boring to play, and you don't even get paid that much for doing it. At least in a pit orchestra you can make fun of the actors while you play the opera. But on stage, it feels like my body deteriorates faster than a wax statue in the desert.

How does quicksand work? I mean, is it liquidy? Because I thought that there wasn't any water in the desert. So does it just suck you under the sand into a big hole? What happens? And if it's just a big hole of loose sand, then why can't you get out of it?

Outdoor School training is this weekend. It's going to be tight. I hope we get to make smores by a camp fire tonight though. If we don't I'm going to be bummed. Maybe I'll see a Sasquatch?

(ok, I just made my title. It incorporates two things that I blogged about. The wax faces and the sasquatch at outdoor school. Clever, aye?!)

Just Chill

Seriously people, just chill. Finals are not the end of the world. Just because you have to take a couple of tests that will determine if you get an A or a B doesn't mean that you need to stress out over the next three days.

I think it's hilarious how some people are starving on the planet, wondering how they will get their next meal. Some people are living on the streets, thinking of how to survive the next cold winter night. Some people are in the middle of a war, trying desperately to keep themselves and their families alive.

That is where real stress derives from. Not some stupid tests. Some people need to pull their heads out of the hole that they're in and think about what's really important.

Wadda and Dawgs

So I just got back from New York last night, and it was a great time. I saw so many things and met so many people, not to mention I did pretty well in my auditions too. I'm jazzed about the whole trip. Even if I don't get accepted to go over there, I know that I did my best.

I feel so behind of what's going on at Reynolds...actually, just in all of Troutdale. I need to get a job, get the notes I missed, and take some finals that I don't know anything about. I missed my friends a lot (and my dogs), and I don't want to do any work. I mean, when I was done with auditions, I thought that the rest of the year would be gravy.......I was wrong hah.

Have you ever noticed how great life is, or how great people can be? I have a great life and I'm thankful for it. It's pretty sweet knowing that your life can't get much better.