Life, The Door Of

I'm still unsure about this post, since [call me conceited] I like to think of my room as a little treasure cove of quirky washed-up artifacts of The Life Of Nate.  So, actually, choosing something was quite a challenge.  I was debating whether I should write something on the paper lantern I got in Belgium when I went to the Festival of Lights.  But, since I was seven then, I don't think I could do the story justice.  It's mostly just fuzzy images of a great bonfire full of dead Christmas trees and a plethora of pyromaniacs.  Or I could write about the little trinkets I have from all over the world, the statue my friends sent me from Turkey, the stuff my sister brought me from New Zealand and Belize, my bracelets from Africa and Haiti.  But most of these stories are short, or, to be honest, boring.  So I have decided to write about the favorite aspect of my bedroom.  That would be my closet door.  Which, to be fair, is not exactly 'one thing.'  I like to think of it as a mini-art gallery of The Life Of Nate.  Which is the reason I call it my Door Of Life.
I cannot rightly remember when I started the Door.  It started with a few pictures from my travels in Belgium and a picture of Medusa in gold pen my friend had drawn me [bless her].  It evolved from there, until it is what it is today - a mini reflection of me, and the people I love.  Basically, if you've ever given me anything remotely meaningful - a picture, card, token, etc - that can be stuck to a door, it's on my Door Of Life.  Poems my friends have written, quotes I love, pictures people have drawn me, post cards, photos, Doctor Who fanart.  A stamp with Audrey Hepburn on it my grandmother gave me.  The receipt I got when I purchased a print of the Mona Lisa from the Louvre.  Business cards I've collected from various places.  Magazine clippings.  The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg preside at the top, a tribute to my favorite literary metaphor.
I think the reason I love my Door Of Life so much is because it serves as a statement of how I view life.  Life is a door, splattered with meaning and friendship and images all held together with some kind of earthly sticky tack.  But what's behind the actual Door Of Life is not my closet.  I think I find it beautiful how no two people really believe the same thing about what's beyond the Door (obviously, as a Christian, I believe it's Heaven), we all have ideas, hopes, and expectations for what we'll find there.  What we'll find behind the faded items that cover our souls.

A rather blurry image, I apologize, and it doesn't really do it justice, but I hope this gives you an idea.  Cheers!

So, yeah, that's me trying to be deep while talking about my closet door.  I realize it's probably not all that interesting to anyone, so I'm keeping it short. ;)

Hope you all have a fantastic weekend.

Ciao!

^(OvO)^           

Oh Snap!

I'll be honest, I'm actually kind of embarrassed I don't have a better embarrassing story.  But apparently, looking back, my life has been a simple montage of minor mishaps - misspoken words, accidental handshakes, dumb misquotations, awkward trips, etc - but nothing as dramatic as, say, a fail cedar [CURSE YOU ELIZABETH AND YOU'RE AMAZING SCOOT TO SUCCESS xP]
However, I think the dug something out of my brain - that still makes me wince - that is somewhat worthy to be posted here among such genius embarrassment.

It was last Christmas Eve, really late at night.  Since I can never sleep at Christmas - anyone who tells me I'm too old for such practices will get bad reps with The Clause - I was chatting with my friend, Hannah.  Since we were both kind of drunk on tiredness we were sending each other weird Christmas anagram poems, which didn't make much sense but hey, they were amusement.  Hannah sent me this really funny one, so, not to be out done, I spent a good hour trying to come up with a really, really awesome one.  Upon finishing it, I thought it quite stupendous.
And, being so thrilled with my poetic creation, I ecstatically sent it off in an email to my friend.
Or so I thought...
[You can probably see where this is going xD]

So, in my contacts, beneath Hannah's email address is my other friend's mom.  Now, let me tell you a little bit about her.  She was the Chair of the Philosophy Department at the University of Rhode Island at this point in time, but she's taught at other universities too.  She's basically helped my sister thrive in life.  She's won national awards for being super smart and brilliant and stuffs and she's basically just like a real life genius who happens to be my friend's mom (so the only reason I actually have her email is because we were making plans one time xD).
So, yeah, I accidentally clicked her email address.

 
   
 So, yeah.  Here it is, here's the Christmas anagram poem I actually spent an hour of my life on.  Here's what I sent to the Chair of the Philosophy Department of University of Rhode Island.  I can only imagine her face when she received an email subjected, "HA HA HA THERE YOU GO" from her daughter's friend... which contained this wonderful message:

Cheerful Children Chat.
Hungry hippos have hats.
Restful reindeer ride ravens.
Igloos irk idlers. 
Santa sups soup.
Trees top truffles.
Merry-makers mop mountains.
Aviators avenge antlers.
Santa saves slippers!

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I did email her after I realized my mistake though and apologized, and at least she was understanding, so this ending is slightly anticlimactic.  Still, that was the time I sent a brilliant college professor the best of my poetical abilities.    

Not pretty.

Not pretty, at all.

See y'all next Friday and have a fantastic weekend!

^(OvO)^ 

P. S. I realize now that that poem is not in fact an anagram, it's an acrostic poem/alliteration.  I apologize for the derp.  Kthxbaii.  xD

In Which I Ramble About My Soul

I'll come right up and say it: I'm bad at talking about myself.  Because, whenever I try, I either sound like one of those insecure pretentious kids who hide behind their own verbosity, or I just hurl a series of facts at an unsuspecting victim and drown them in the timid, uninteresting details of my existence.  So here I shall attempt to do neither, and by that effort I shall likely achieve both.


Hello, I'm Nate, And I'm Really Bad At Writing Introduction Posts
Right.  Another one of those tricky introduction posts to write.  Yaaaay.  [I Am Not A Frequent Participator In Sarcasm.  Please Appreciate This Rare Occurrence On Your Way To The Door.  Thank You.]
As you can probably tell, another thing I'm really bad at is humor.  [Apparently My Only Talent Is Making Fun Of Myself.]

The Basics - Life And All That Jazz
I'm a non-denominational Christian.  I don't view my Christian faith as a religion, rather as an infinitely finite journey, one I am still very much just beginning.  I believe every human soul is an Impossibility placed in a Possibility, and at the bottom everything, every muddled scientific fact and every grand Existence, is God.
I'm a 15-year-old, and an immature one at that.  I am homeschooled [Yes, I Am Antisocial.  No, I Am Not Sheltered.  Actually I Am, But I Have A Fortunate Dose Of Cynicism], and have been all my life.  I live in the puny but beautiful state of Rhode Island [I Have Been Abroad So Don't Judge Me On Borderlines, I've Seen A Thing Or Two], but would like to travel all around the world one day gathering deep and life-changing experiences and whatnot.
One of my greatest joys in life is talking to people.  [I Couldn't Get This One Weird Sentence To Fit Anywhere Else, So Yay For Random And Slightly Creepy Interjections.]

The SubBasics - Basically Doctor Who Rules My Life
As far as interests go, British TV holds on the highest slot.  Doctor Who is the paragon of television, in my opinion, with fantastic storytelling and even fastasticer metaphors.  Sherlock is also a source of joy to my heart.  Other interests include literature - Shakespeare is my hero, forsooth -, composing music and being generally nerdy and anti-physical.  [As You Can See I Don't Know The First Thing About Sports.  I Can, However, Tell You Everything You Ever Needed To Know About Hamlet.]   
I am a writer, with all it's ups and downs.  As Markus Zusak says, “...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.”  I have completed one 50,000 novel set in Ancient Rome and am currently working on a fantasy novel and a realistic fiction novel about gender roles; as well as getting sidetracked by various short story ideas.  [A Very Brief Glimpse Into My Writing Credentials.  Rejoice!]
My life heavily revoles around music, some of my great inspirations including Sufjan Stevens, Daft Punk, and Owl City. 


My Goal In Life As Told By Emily Dickinson
I Shall Not Live In Vain, by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.


Other Places You May Find Me, Yo
My Regular Blog: http://allthingsgotorecreateus.blogspot.com/ (full of Me-Trying-To-Be-Deep) 
My Tumblr: http://theowlofgallifrey.tumblr.com/ (full of fandoms and Whatever-Else-I-Feel-Like) 
My Twitter: @OwlOfGallifrey (full of Me-Trying-And-Failing-At-160-Character-Messages)
My Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/inkyowl/ (full of Whatever-I-Feel-Like-Pinning)




Thank you for reading, if you read any at all, and if you didn't, thank you for existing anyway.  Have a fantastic day, and I hope to see you more as this genius-blog-idea continues!  [I Hope You Also Found Entertainment From These Unnecessarily Capitalized Bracket Statements.]

Have a great weekend and hopefully we will see you on Monday with some brilliantly something-or-others for your enjoyment!

^(OvO)^