Tetis: Boredom, addiction, life?

   Recently, I have been playing tetris battle on facebook for at least an hour a day. Tetris battle is where you can either play against your friends or play against other people on facebook, but when you play against other people, it is not live, you just play against their recorded game from the past. By playing this simple game so much, I have realized that tetris can be split up into three separate categories.

1. Playing tetris because of boredom:

Tetris is such a simple game that anyone can just sit down at a computer, Google a free version of it and start playing it right away. The game is absolutely perfect for the common case of boredom. If you are ever sitting at your computer, have already read through all the facebook statuses, checked your email, and maybe played a game of solitaire or two, tetris will definitely help with the same old computer, boredom routine. The game not only stimulates your brain, but can also be quite a challenge once the levels and speed of the pieces both increase.

2. Tetris Addiction:

Tetris addiction is a very serious illness. I have to say that I am definitely addicted to Tetris. Pretty soon I will probably have to start going to TAA(Tetris addicts anonymous) or something. The way to develop this addiction is by playing for at least an hour every day for a least two and a half weeks...give or take. The symptoms are very clear. You will feel as though you need to play tetris all the time because you know you can do better than the last time, and you will not get as much work done throughout the day because tetris will become your partner in crime when it comes to procrastination. The worst symptom of all, which I unfortunately suffer from, is tetris in the brain. Whenever I close my eyes or have a minute to think to myself, my mind goes into autopilot and starts to plays various games of tetris. The worst part is, I can't tell if it amuses me or annoys me.

3. Tetris=Life

Life can very easily be related to a simple game of tetris. Just think about it this way, the blank screen before the game starts is a baby entering the world with a clean slate. As pieces, or events in someone's life, fall down into the blank rectangle, or occur in one's life, it is up to that person to try and figure out how to deal with certain events in order to move on and grown up in their life, or go up to the next level. As a person gets older, they usually have more to deal with since they proved to themselves in earlier levels, or years of his or her life that they can handle certain events. Once that happens, the pieces start falling down faster and faster until eventually there is a piece that will not fit anywhere. The tricky part is that the person has to try and figure out how they will handle all of the other fast moving situations as well as the misfit piece in order to bring balance back into his or her life again. Once that happens, the levels increase, and life gets harder until finally...game over. So there you go. Tetris=Life.

SOM Country

I have come to the realization that the building I spend the most time in, Hugh Hodgson school of music, resembles some what of a country, such as America, just on a smaller scale. There are many different groups of people and common stereotypes to go along with each one of those groups. There is also a form of government in the building and a leader to control and oversee all that happens.

The students that are part of the different studios based upon instrument, are the separate social groups, and the larger groups such as orchestra, band, and chorus are the different ethnic groups. Each group, whether on the larger or smaller scale, has its own stereotype. Even the building as a whole has its own stereotype that is judged by outsiders which are part of other countries, or buildings, around campus.

Here is a break down of the stereotypes:

Band: Normally laid back, but competitive people

-flutes: “chatty Kathys” and overly confident

-oboe: organized, punctual, and also overly confident

-clarinet: usually hardworking and quiet

-bassoon: jolly, quirky, and sometimes uptight

-trumpet: very egotistical, generally annoying, and loud

-french horn: charming, lighthearted, competitive

-trombone: friendly, awkward, overpopulated

-tuba: “the big guys”, humble, confident

Orchestra: Generally uptight, competitive, and quiet

-violin: obnoxious, competitive, and controlling

-viola: intelligent and usually relaxed

-cello: humble, hardworking, and gentle

-double bass: cool, collected, egotistical

-harp: sweet and shy

Chorus: Loud, obnoxious, and occasionally nice

-soprano: uptight, airheads, and loud

-alto: obnoxious, try to overpower

-tenor: loud, sometimes dumb

-baritones: shy and barely noticeable

-bass: immature, loud, overconfident

As you can see, there are many stereotypes in one single building. The most annoying part about this though, is that almost all of the stereotypes are true. I still haven't figured whether or not people are just born that way and fate leads them into the group which they belong, or if they adapt to that certain group once they have become part of it. It seems as though the groups thrive off of each other just to feel better about themselves, receive attention, or try and feel accepted by their group. Being a french horn player, my social group isn't much to worry about, but the main characteristic I dislike most about the school of music culture is how rude, egotistical and competitive every single group is within itself and other groups within the building.

There is even a government in the building. The professors that give lessons to musicians are like senators or governors, but they control all of the people within their group and their characteristics go straight back to the stereotypes of the group they are a part of. The president of the building is usually unseen or unheard of, but somehow the groups stay in order for the most part. The worst part about the groups though, is that they resemble groups in America. Almost every single person feels the need to be better than everyone else around them so they become overly competitive, gossip for no reason, and spread rumors to tear down their opponents. So I have come to the conclusion that musicians that are part of the school of music, including me, are in their own little bubble away from the outside world and everyone in the building believes as though they are entering their competitive country when they walk through the doors.

A Strange Dream

Dreams are very strange and are said to be your unconsciousness speaking through mini movies in your head while you sleep. The most frustrating part about dreams though is that most of the time, people have a hard time remembering all that happened in their dreams once they wake up. Many people may recall abnormal dreams every now and then, but last night I had one of the strangest dreams ever. Not one part of the entire story made sense at all.

Just like in the movie inception, I felt as though I just started my dream in the middle of the story instead of at the very beginning. I know this because the first thing that I remember about my dream, is that I was in the middle of a random ocean with two people I did not know, and we all had scuba diving gear on. At first, the three of us were just floating around having a conversation which seemed to be in another language I have never heard before even though I was speaking it. The conversation didn't seem too important though judging by the looks on our faces.

After floating around for a while though, we all started to randomly panic and swim around in circles. All three of us did this for about ten minutes or so. I then noticed a small, blue platform beside me with a red button on it. Some how, looking at myself in third person, I knew what to do with the button to try and save all three of us from what ever we were panicking about in the water. I then realized though that the other two people had the same button but all of them were broken. We then started to breathe into the buttons for oxygen and tried to get them to work by doing that. I'm not sure how that would fix anything though and even though we were all breathing through the buttons for oxygen, it didn't seem like we were running out of air.

We then started to sink deeper and deeper into the ocean and I started to sing the tune from Finding Nemo, “just keep swimming, just keep swimming...” But then all of a sudden, something very strange happened. We spun around faster than the speed of light and then all three of us were jolted into what looked like a fun house with many strange mirrors and weird contraptions. I also noticed that all three of us somehow changed out of our scuba wear and into normal, everyday clothes. I'm not sure how or why that happened, but it was definitely a lot more comfortable.

After a while of walking around the fun house with the other two people, I noticed a hallway with black and white checkered walls. The floor and ceiling were also checkered, so it was very confusing to tell where where the floor and the walls met each other. All three of us started walking down the hallway and were completely silent; even our foot steps made no noise. We must have walked down the hallway for hours on end because I remember wondering if the hallway would ever end and where it might lead to. After walking farther and farther, all three of us slowly started to change into clothes with a checkered print on them and then our skin turned into the same pattern. We then slowly camouflaged into the hallway and disappeared. I then woke up from my dream and wondered what it could have meant.      

I am Writing This

My name is Billy

I am so Silly

I want to live in Philly

My favorite flower is a Lily

My name is also Will

My dad calls me Bill

Sometimes I like to Kill

I have a hole to Fill

My name is also Theo

I like to play in a Trio

I can drink a whole Kilo

...It's hard to rhyme now...

My name is William Theodore Hentenaar.

Whatever Comes to my Crazy Mind

I'm watching a really dumb movie, but the hope that it might get better keeps me from changing the channel...I should just change it. Damn the remote is on the table. I'm way too lazy to get up and get it. "New message from Billy!" just keeps flashing in the corner of my left eye. I'll answer the kid now...I guess. Just him talking about periods. It should gross me out. Maybe. Whatever I don't really care. I'm pretty chill I guess. I know all the passwords that you don't know. Huh? Mama? Hiiii? lol pretty funny...most of time. Cock Block King is the one with the questioning words. Whatadumbass. You don't even know I spy on you whenever I am bored. Muahahaha! My medz are starting to wear off. That's ok...now you may see the "real" me. If people are even real to begin with. people are dumb...boo long car rides after walking 4 and a half hours. When I look like I'm sleeping in the car that does not mean I want to start a conversation. SHUT UP! let me sleep woman. why do people insist on calling during my naps? bitches...
moving on...
not that I'm really making sense or moving on from anything important. does that make sense? who cares. You whore, stop being there or here on the planet. every time you are mentioned I get suspicious. Should I talk to you? to see if you got in? Your friend says i should. My mom wants to know. damn she wants to know everything...yeah it get super annoying. the people in this moving have terrible English accents. I'm still too lazy to reach for the remote...it is NOT a clicker. No matter what you say. I call it what I want. Sunday is far away...at least the bitch has found a new guy to gab about, eat dinner with, and hopefully spend the night with. maybe she will stay farther away from other guys for a little while if she has her own? just a happy thought. I'm loud. I do not mean to be...sorry. You say it's ok...I like your loudness even though you don't like when I show you what it's like. excited for rollercoasters on wednesday. Hopefully my parents don't leave me lost in a theme park yet again. they are good parents. Sometimes dumb. Dad is uptight most of the time. Mom gets on my nerves. No one is ever good enough. Everyone else is on my side though. Even gommy and Dad. That means she is wrong. She doesn't know me like you do. That's why I'm closer to you. Food. I eat because I'm bored. I'm bored now. It is one of the few times I don't feel like eating. Weird...I always do. Is there something wrong? Random. I remember some of those words from the memory test...woman.mouse.matron.patron.desk.office. Maybe office is from the other test. I don't mind being a lab rat. UGH that one lasted 3 hours. That was the death of me. I'm still alive. What the hell dude! It flashes no more. I haven't delivered the important message of truth. Ah! I just don't want to hurt your feelings. I'll tell you some other time. It's 11:59 he says I should stop at 12:00. I guess I'll listen this time even though he owes me. ok. It's only because I like you a little. Ok a lot. AH!!! 12:00am What would I be like if I never took these medzz? Would I be like this all the time? SCARY

Evil Shower Monsters in Boggs Hall!

             The residence hall that I live in, here at UGA, is called Boggs Hall.  Yes, even the name of it is gross sounding to where monsters should probably live here.  Lately, I have come to the realization that there are most likely evil monsters in the showers.  I only say this, because it is a true fact, and since I have found out about these monsters I feel as though I should share the secret with the rest of the world.  Yesterday, after my blazing hot shower, which scolded my back and also made the droplets of water on my skin into ice sickles, it finally dawned on me that the only reason a shower could ever be that terrible was if evil monsters were stowed away behind the shower heads and temperature knobs until someone came in to take a shower.  I believe that the monsters' main goal is to inflict pain on any resident living in Boggs for the sake of their own entertainment.  

               After returning to my room after the worst shower ever, I thought about if this whole monster thing could actually be true.  Once I thought about it for a while, all of the dots connected in my brain and those dots spelled out "EVIL SHOWER MONSTERS!", in side of my head.  So now that those dots are connected I have a clear image in my head of what these monsters look like, how the act, and how I will someday either kill them or hopefully escape from any harm they may bring upon me.

               Ok so here it goes.  These monsters are most likely an awful shade of green such as mildew or throw up, or they are a disgusting brownish color, you know the one.  They might be a little hairy, but since they live in the showers, their hair is coated with rotting shampoo and conditioner, shaving cream, and moldy shower water.  It all makes sense now why the bathrooms in Boggs have a very distinctive smell.  As for their personality and characteristics, they are of course evil, they prey on those who just want to have decent hygiene, but I guess since the monsters smell so awful, they want everyone else in Boggs to sink down to their level and be miserable.  What these monsters do is sense the residents in Boggs who want to take showers, wait at their posts behind the shower heads and knobs and the once any resident gets the temperature just right...BAM scolding hot water!  If that doesn't happen, then it's only a matter of time before the monsters wait until you're about to rinse shampoo out of your hair and then switch the water to a freezing cold rain until goose bumps rise so high on the skin that it feels as though your skin will burst at any moment.  

               So now that I have realized that these monsters really do exist, I have come up with a plan to get rid of them.  What I am going to do, is once I get into the shower and spend the ten minutes trying to get the temperature just right, I will turn the knobs all different ways hopefully trapping the monsters' hair to where it twists in the knobs, and causing them to have so much pain that they won't want to change the temperature anymore.  As for the monsters living behind the shower heads, I will clog it with shampoo, shaving cream, and conditioner so that maybe it will reach up to them monsters, make them smell good, and then they will realize that good hygiene isn't such a bad thing after all.  The best part of this situation though, is that I am moving into a townhome next school year and there won't be any evil monsters left over after I try out my plan...hopefully.

Things That Bother Me

• Stop complaining about your weight and then eating icecream.
• Don't tell me what to do all the time.
• Quit living your past through my present life...yeah, it's annoying.
• Stop giving everyone your bitch look...every damn day.
• Flush the toilet in a public bathroom.
• No one needs to stress out all the time.
• Don't call me stupid when you are the one who is being a dumbass.
• Bi-polar weather.
• Don't tell me I didn't do something right after I said that I did.
• I wish you wouldn't put my shit in the hall.
• When people's egos are way too big for them to handle.
• You drive a big truck. You're from Atlanta. You are NOT a redneck.
• Learn how to drive.
• If I am breathing down your neck while you are walking...move over. You're too slow!
• Warts.
• The News sucks!
• Sticky or moist stuff.
• Pepperoni nipples...gross.
• Being treated like I'm 5 years old.
• The invention of make-up.
• Dumb people.
• Wet willys...those are just nasty(but fun to give...lol).
• Leg hair.
• People who like to start drama for absolutely no reason.
• Boring people who hate to have fun.
• Dark alleys.
• Rap songs that the artist "sings" by just talking and using an auto-tuner.
• Body odor...you know who you are.
• D00sh bagz.
• When the volume on the t.v. isn't a multiple of 5 or 10.
• Shopping with my mom, or just girls in general(it takes forever!)

There is definitely a lot more stuff but for now that's all I really feel like typing.

imactuallyahappypersonkbye

Dumb Girlz

It's a known fact that all girls are bitches...especially one.
like all I'm sayin' is "what the hell d00d?"

kbye