I Like To Impulsively Hit The Red Button ... Is That Bad?

Impulse - In Science

Okay I don't know why I wrote my title with each word capitalized. It's funny how I actually care about what my title looks like, yet the words I'm typing have red squigglies underneath them (like the word "squigglies" - I think i'll keep it). I know I sound like I'm rambling on about nothing but really, it goes along with the topic. My friend gave me the topic of blogging about giving way to your worst impulses. I don't remember if it was one or many but I will blog about giving way to my many impulses - one of them being, as you may have noticed, talking (or rather typing) too much. Its a gift and a curse - I can never run out of things to say but then I always fear getting arthritis or carpal tunnel. I probably wont finish this blog in the 15 minutes I have before I go eat dinner but I will try to get as much in as possible. Then again, I already wrote my friend (the same one who recommended this horrible topic - it's a punishment really) obscenely long wall posts so I hope my fingers don't fall of. She's punishing me - i know it. HI RICA! There. A shout-out. Okay my hand hurts. I will stop now but continue later. I will save it and publish it after I'm done. I hope it turns out okay - then again, it will be hard to beat my old topic. I love the 80s and music in general WAY too much. What would happen to us if Pluto exploded? I just heard that on tv. My roommate is watching it. WTH. Sorry. I'll go now.

DON'T TOUCH THE RED BUTTON!
Oh crap, you already did.

Okay I am officially back after spending a good hour eating my dinner. Actually, I was supposed to have dinner at 5:30 but got held up till 6. So technically, my dinner lasted half an hour. WHATEVER. I hope you enjoy the pictures I put up - I was exploring a new feature (or at least I think it's new because I have never used it before) and I thought these pictures perfectly described the title. HAHA. I should be working on my Honors Paper or at least studying chemistry but I feel that this is a challenge I must tackle first. I NEED TO STOP DIGRESSING.

Impulses - everyone has them. Some impulsively bite their nails, others impulsively sing. I impulsively do a lot of things. Among them are writing, talking, singing, and kicking. Yes, you read correctly. I am a trained martial artist and it's kind of in my nature to attack when strangers grab my arm. Sorry in advance. I also love singing so when a song pops into my head, I feel a strong urge to just belt it out at the top of my lungs. Where did the phrase "top of my lung" come from? I dunno and I don't feel like researching it at the moment. That was a lie. I tried to and I failed. What else is new? I have a new perfume - Crystal Noir by Versace. Oh no. I did it again. I find that I also digress impulsively. Whatever pops into my head, I write. It's useful for this post. Not in reality though. Right, onto more impulses. I also love to write impulsively. It doesn't only apply to blogs - I do this with essays and poems and generally anything that requires putting the peddle to the metal/pen to the paper/rubber to the road. LOTS of idiomatic expressions to chose from. No I am not researching their origins. That is the truth. I used to be an impulsive liar but now that I go to a Jesuit College, it's gone down a bit. I also found I am developing a conscience. More on that topic later. (see? I AM getting better!) 

Going back to impulsively writing, I am a lyricist. Or so i'd like to think. So when I write a song, it's more on impulse than on careful thinking. Some people like to write lyrics systematically and that works great for them. Me, i'd much rather be inspired by something I see, hear, feel - my muses. Okay so they aren't actual muses, but close enough. Weirdly enough, I do NOT listen to music impulsively. I hate people who have iPod ADD. Okay so I don't hate them, but it's a big pet-peeve of mine. I mean HONESTLY. WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO THE WHOLE [WAFFLE] SONG?! See what I did there? I inserted a nice word for a profane word I was about to use. I also swear impulsively. And crack my elbows, wrists, fingers, and backs..no BACK impulsively. I was so used to writing words ending in "s" that I said backs. 

It's pretty much self-explanatory

Okay the idiots living above us are dropping something on the floor (their brains) and I first thought someone was knocking. No I did not get up to check the door. I ignore door knocks. I am asocial. If you don't know me. Once you DO get to know me, I am quite the opposite. Okay I have written so much that my hand hurts again and I feel like throwing up. I don't know how the two are related but I'm guessing the nausea is from eating food and then drinking too much coffee after. BLAARRGHHHH. No I didn't throw up. I just made a noise in my head. I love how I write like I am talking to a person. Even though I am not. And I am using improper grammar. My AP Junior Lang. teacher Mr. Heller would KILL me. Or just give a really long diatribe. I like that word. So back to the topic, giving way to my impulses is bad - clearly you can see from this horribly long post-thing. Sometimes though, you can create amazing pieces of works from your impulses. Or land someone in a hospital. Eh. Nobody's perfect (see above MEH picture).

I am going to sum up this post because it is getting ridiculously long and I don't want to destroy my wrist - I need it. To crack. So I have many impulses (some that will get me killed). What are yours? And what WOULD happen if Pluto blew up? I'll leave you with that to ponder. Until next time, RABADABADOOOOO! (I hope you got that reference. If not, I will smack you)

[PUMPKINS]! Not again!

Peace, Love, Cake

Anusha

Back to the 80's - Rewind Reverse Revolve (The three R's of great music)

So lately I've been getting into old music. Not old-enough-to-realize-you-live-in-a-cave or old-enough-to-feel-like-you're-dead-at-18. No. I'm talking about the sweet, sensuous, melodies combined with rich jazz and electric guitar solos and energizing synthesizers blasting at a mind-numbing volume accompanied by loud-yet-melodious vocals and ear-deafening drum beats you feel in your SOUL. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I am talking about the golden era of music - *cue drumroll* THE 80's. The beautiful decade of wonderful music that actually led to the "alternative" movement of the 21st century. Everything we now know as "good" or "revolutionary" was in fact, brought on from the epic sound-blast from the 80's where out was in and bad was groovy. Yeah I'm bold enough to use groovy and far-out and even would go so far as to say psychedelic. Those words not only pay tribute to the awesomeness of the music of that decade (that we couldn't describe using our simpleton words today), but also are the summation of the greatness of the era that we could dare to call the FATHER OF GREAT MUSIC. Or mother if you're feminist like that. Whatever floats your boat, mate.

Let's not digress from the most important topic covered in this blog yet. The 80's was the decade of great bands like Genesis, REO Speedwagon, and Orleans along with wonderful singers like Phil Collins, Bryan Adams, and Billy Ocean. It is an era to be revered, an era that must stay fresh in the hearts, minds, and burning souls of America's youth. I mean COME ON. It was the inspiration for great bands of today - U2 practically MADE all the bands we have today. Gaga? Try Madonna! Bruno Mars? I'll take a Michael Jackson any day. The Main? Please...Gin Blossoms is the way to go! People, wake up and smell the sound-waves. We gotta start listening to those amazing songs that define America again. I mean, do you really want to put up with amateur idiots like Metro Station? I don't think so. We need more Bon Jovi in our lives, more Motley Crue and Guns and Roses. More BANG for you buck, I say. So come on and sing the anthem of the 80's with me. The smallest change could set off a chain reaction to something amazing. So embrace your groovy side and bust out those John Travolta moves from Grease! Who knows, maybe someday you could be the next Billie Joel or create the next Aerosmith. Bring back the Elton John, the Rod Stewart, Stevie Wonder, Def Leppard, Tina Turner, and the Beastie Boys. And who could forget the amazing Hall and Oates, Cyndi Lauper, Depeche Mode, Paul McCartney, and QUEEN. Throw your hands up and crank that volume meter to the loudest possible setting - because those names should never be forgotten as long as we can shake our booty to that groove-thang. FAR-OUT, DUDE! :D