Mark Schafer

Mar 16 2013 ∞
“ The last two soldiers on the battlefield
Survivors of the war
They aim at one another while their mothers beg the lord
“If you’re listening, I’m missing him
So somehow bring him home.
How did it come to this?”
So the soldiers lift their rifles
And they’re aiming at the head
They think of their first love before they take their final breaths
And somewhere in the distance they hear something someone said…
“How did it come to this?
— Lyrics of Streetlight Manifesto’s song, The Big Sleep.

Mar 07 2013 ∞

Mark's Daily Diatribe: White People

eyuhn:

marksdailydiatribe:

I was in US class today and we were talking about yet another thing that white people did in America that made me cringe. I kind of came to the realization that white people, at least in American history, tend to have been horrible, horrible people. It almost makes me ashamed that I’m white. I…

I understand where you are coming from, but I have to say that you should not be ashamed, simply because you shouldn’t feel responsible for the actions of those who may or may not have been your ancestors. Besides, you are imposing your present day values in your view of the past. From the past white viewpoint, this was their destiny, and it was the ends, not the means that mattered. You should not look at the past as something to be ashamed or proud of, but rather something to learn from. 

Yeah that makes sense, thanks. I don’t really feel ashamed, I was kind of just venting. That’s really what I love about history, it may be boring, but when we find ourselves in situations where we are about to make mistakes that someone made in the past, we can look back and see the error in their ways, and hopefully not repeat history.

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Mar 04 2013 ∞

Hey

Nothing special to write, just wanted to update. Well I am accepting that this is not a blog people will be reading. I may as well write whatever the fuck I want, so here goes. I play trumpet and am pretty good at it, I draw and create art, mostly for school, but I’ve won some awards and shit so that’s cool I guess.  My political opinions are mostly liberal, and I have to say, sometimes I want to punch most conservatives in the face.  Mostly Romney, I fucking hate that rich bastard.  He’s both a conservative and a born-with-a-silver-spoon-in-his-perfectly-operated-on-mouth rich person, two of my least favorite people. I’m way too opinionated to have a conversation with a strong conservative without going ape-shit and taking it really fucking personally. Well I’m done for the day. Peace and love and ice cream.

Feb 12 2013 ∞

Geez

Alright well it’s been a while since I posted and I don’t blame me. But it never fails that when I read posts from a long time back I find myself disliking the person who posted those things. I don’t know if that is me becoming more mature or me just unconsciously hating myself. Anyway it’s late and I need to do homework so.. fun stuff. Well since this is more of an online journal than a blog and not in any way funny, I guess I’ll post whatever the fuck I want to here, maybe I’ll make a new political blog or something more… interesting… and with less snotty language. Well bye, imaginary readers. Signing off.

Jul 13 2012 ∞

Well.

I notice that nobody is reading this, and I expected as much. Still, I feel as though I am writing to myself to keep myself sane when nobody’s around, like in a zombie apocalypse. For example, how Will Smith was talking into the radio in I Am Legend asking if anyone could hear him even though he never really believed they were there.

Anyway I realize that as I type these posts I come off as pompous, or “square,” as people called geeks in the 70’s and 80’s. I guess I am, to a degree. And if anyone actually is reading this, I know talking about myself is not the most exciting thing from the reader’s perspective. But seeing as I don’t really have an audience to share things relating to both sides yet, I’ll say whatever I damn well please. Well I wanted to say that I try to be kind, and when I’m not and I come off as hateful or cruel, I am frustrated with myself. If I could find it within me to follow God undoubtedly, I feel like, based on personal observation and the basic message the scripture preaches, it would be easier to find the just and right choice to make in most situations. Just a thought. I’d like to say more on the subject but it is bedy-bye time. Goodnight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, and if they do, don’t go on the subway; they will spread rapidly to new victims.

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Jul 12 2012 ∞
“ I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
— Marilyn Monroe

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tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Robots, because that is a more vague term. If its transformer robots, then hell yes. If it is robots like the one in your picture, then hell no.

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Thoughts

Well I have concluded that I should make this blog about something interesting and meaningful. So I want to share one of my thoughts as a question and if anyone reads this and has a good answer for me, I would love to hear it.

Question #1: If I stuff myself with food every night and still end up throwing out leftovers that themselves could feed a starving family for a day, and having the capability to save one of these families sacrificing a scrap of my own well being, should I do that, or continue doing what myself and everyone else in my position has been doing and just live in the bliss of ignorance?

Jul 11 2012 ∞

UPDATE: Just made the name of the blog a fake name of a person. Don’t want my real name on the internet with personal information for obvious safety reasons. Just thought I’d let you know.

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Right.

Well, I suppose since I made this account I should do something with it. Well since this particular blog is generally going to be a list of my thoughts and feelings, I should say something about myself. I am a sixteen year old male who lives at home with his father, mother, and dog. One of my brothers is in college, the other recently graduated. I may give more information on them in future posts.

More along the lines of myself and my personality, however, I am a bit… well, strange, as it says in the description. That is an excruciatingly vague word, though, so I’m going to let you decide. I am a fair trumpet player and I am in marching band and jazz band. I have sung in bands that were fairly popular until the “managers” decided to stop scheduling practices. I am in honors and AP classes, with mostly high 80’s. I see a therapist for mild depression, and I say mild simply because suicide is not on the bucket list, pun intended. I have taken an IQ test which has placed me with a 120 something, and in the 90th percentile. I have a high verbal IQ, which I have done relatively nothing to utilize, and which is one of the reasons I have started a blog.

I can’t think of anything else to write about myself, and I’m sure it was a lovely time for you to read it. I may write more meaningful posts in days to come.

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