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So today I was sitting in class doing a science test, when an interesting question came to mind. I had finished our chemistry test on the periodic table, elements, ionic compounds and all that fun stuff about 45 minutes early and I was a bit bored. So I started thinking. If elements are the smallest particles possible, then what is inbetween them? The first answer that comes to mind is air, but that doesn't make sense at all, because air is made up of elements. So there is my question: What is in between elements?

I really like chemistry...I find it very interesting to think that what I am studying is what EVERYTHING is made of. It's hard to explain exactly what I like about chemistry, but once I start looking at it, studying it, I seem to "lose" myself in it...I don't really know what I'm trying to say, but I just find it incredible for some reason. And something I always seem to question when I am thinking about chemistry...Who says that elements are the smallest things? And who says that the elements that we are familiar with aren't just compounds of even smaller elements that we don't have the technology to see? I mean, 2500 years ago, Empedocles (was it him?) said that there were four elements; fire, water, earth and air. Now, that theory is proven very wrong. And why, in 2500 years, won't our theory of there being 104 elements be proven wrong?

Arg, the arrogance of the human race bothers me sometimes!

But on another subject, my dad picked up a book for me that will help me prepare for my SATs. That's right, I am taking my goal of going to Philips Exeter seriously, much to the shock of many, I'm sure :D

P.S. Got your postcard today Rushan...expect and email relativly soon :)

Thanks for the reminder Nick....The deadline isn't passed yet though.

Well today was the craft fair. For those of you who don't know what the craft fair is, it's a fundraiser for the Colonel Gray band in which local crafts-people buy tables which are set up around the school and sell their, well, crafts :p We (the band) also make and sell fudge, which, for me, was the high point :) It went pretty well as far as I saw. I played in a trombone quartet for a couple hours which went decently well considering the fact that we had 4 songs.

I don't really have much to write about, except that I am pumped for the new Harry Potter movie which came out on friday. I heard that it is awesome, except for the fact that they left out a bunch of stuff that was in the books, but what can you expect...It was a fairly long book. Just look at the trailor for it on that website...It gave me shivers the first time I saw it :D

I think thats all for now, just a quick update. Sorry, no deep and meaningful posts about life today. Maybe tomorrow :D

Of all the religions that are, that have been, and will be, what makes Christianity so special? There have been thousands, maybe even millions of different religions since the first human thought about where we came from, and who is to say that those countless thousands are wrong, and to say that Christianity, or Judaism, or Buddhism, or Hinduism, or anything is right and all others are wrong? Did "God" come to someone and tell them that He indeed exists and to observe any other religion is a sin? If I were to say that my God is my goldfish and that he tells me what to do, what makes that any more wrong, or even more crazy than our views on God? I know that some might say something along the lines of "Each religion is a different way of interpreting God" but this isn't really directed at them. It is directed at the religious followers who, even subconsiously, think that their religion is better than someone elses. This is directed at all the people who attend church each Sunday without even thinking about what they are chanting over and over, week after week, year after year. I am talking about even kids my age, who talk about religion and God as if they are "professionals" on the subject, and talk about God like there is no way he isn't a man sitting up in the clouds on his golden throne judging every move we make, and sending us to hell if we make the wrong one. How can you be so simpleminded as to sit there through the same routine week after week without simply wondering, "Why?" or "What?" or "How?" instead of sitting there and absorbing these things like mindless lumps?

In no way do I judge people who believe these things, and far be it from my right to do so. I simply judge the people who believe these things because they can't think for themselves.

It is these traits, after all, the traits to question, that brought us to where we are today. Without the ability to question, there would be no progress, without curiosity, no drive to discover new things. Basically what I am saying is that youth should be taught to think for themselves, not just do what they are told, they should be taught to be leaders not followers. And that religion, in general is very arrogant.

P.S. I have changed my template as you may have noticed. I was getting tired of the old one and I just realized it really didn't work in Internet Explorer. To see the comments, put your mouse over the number next to the title.
P.P.S I just realized that I have to find/make a header that fits :(
P.P.P.S The last one didn't work too well...here's a new one!

3rd Edition :(

Thanks to Rushan for finding "Feels So Good" by Chuck Mangione...I have been craving this song like mad for days...I'm not sure why though. As you may already know from reading the post before this, I promised anyone who found it and sent it to me that I would post at least once every 3 days for 2 months. So here is the first one!

Tonight I went to a jazz performance...I forget who they were but it was a quintet with trombone lead and a guest performance by some bass player from Australia. They were pretty good, but normally I am not totally enthralled but musical performances (McGill big band being one exception) and I use them to do a little thinking. Tonight was no different. Tonight the subject of inquisition in Will's head was whether we are a individual as we think, and how we aren't really as special as we might like to think :P

So, as I was thinking over some of the different conversations I have had over the past few weeks a couple stood out to me. For example, the morning when we saw FX off at the airport we went to Smitty's for breakfast. One of the main topics of conversation there was comparing roles of the "newbies" to the "oldies" in the youth group. I didn't really think much of it then, but now that I think back on it, I like to think that everyone is an individual, but when you start comparing people, you really start to see how similar they are. Now, I know, that isn't a very good example, but here are some more...When Rushan came to PEI from the other side of the world, he very quickly met up with someone (Nick) who was almost (personality-wise) his twin. Honestly, what are the chances of not only them being similar, but them meeting? Another example is our youth group's trip to BC. Almost everyone there had an almost perfect equivalent. My "twin" played the trombone, liked jazz, liked fantasy books, loved british comedy, and who knows what else.

I don't really know what I'm getting at here, other than a bit of proof concerning my next subject of inquisition: We aren't as special as we think.

I don't think we (as individuals) are as special as we would like to think. Sure, everyone is good at something, but there is always going to be someone who is better. It really is depressing to think about. Let's put it this way; you devote your whole life to discovering the cure for cancer, and just as you are starting to come close, someone else finds a cure first. They have all the glory, all the money, the fame and your life's work is put down the drain because someone else is better than you. Let's put it another way; you are a musician and you spend your whole life practising every day, putting every bit of your effort into it and at the end of the day, at the end of your life, you have accomplished next to nothing because there are always people that are better than you.

I know this is a very negative outlook, and I might delve into the more positive side of it, but I have to go to "bed".

I have been searching all night for the song "Feels so Good" by Chuck Mangione but I can't find a single un-corrupted version of it. I have been craving this song for the past couple days, but I can't find it anywhere. All I can find is like a 15 second clip which just makes me want it more! If any of you (Nick, Rushan) have it or can find it, I will love you forever and I will post at least once every 3 days for 2 months I SWEAR!!! :'(

AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I DO!!!! I JUST MADE A HUGE LONG POST ABOUT MOTIVATION AND MOM WENT AND @#!*$% IT UP BY CLEARING THE CACHE!! ARG!!!!!!!

It's not your fault mom...you asked my permission to do it first. It's my fault. Excuse me while I break something over my head.

INTERMISSION

Now where was I... Right.

My name is Will, and I am lazy as hell.

I don't know why you bother to visit my blog. I am still cleaning the cobwebs from my face from the rarely-traveled path to posting on my blog. Seriously I just can't get motivated to to it. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to do it. Motivation is, and I think always will be, my biggest problem in life. I start something, and after seeing some results decide that I am bored with that and have gotten everything I can from it and move on. I think I might have ADD. Take, for example, my book. Started it fine, and haven't touched it in months. And also, take my blog in general. It started fine, I had a post 2-3 times a week. Now, if you look at my archives you will see a steady increase in the time between each post and it has now grown to a now massive number of as much as 2 weeks. It really is quite pathetic.

My math teacher this year, Mr. Cutcliffe, who happens to be one of my favorite teachers ever, explained perfectly what I have never been able to put into words in parent teacher interviews. He told me parents that while I am maintaining a very good average, I have to ability to do much better if I decided to check my work and go through it carefully. (I find this INCREDIBLY boring so I don't bother) He also said that it seems like I am happy with where I am, so it probably won't happen until I am not. There is the root of the problem. On the outside, I say that I am not happy with a 90% average, and will try to improve on it, but deep down I have it so deeply engraved in my mind that 90% is amazing that I am perfectly content to settle for 90% when 95% is within my grasp. I realize that if I want any kind of good scholarship, I will need to improve on that, but I just can't seem to get motivated! It is very frustrating. I will really need to work on that if I plan to attend Philips Exeter Academy with a full scholarship :) I am thinking about applying there, and if I get any type of major scholarship, to seriously consider attending for at least a college/university prep year. It would be so neat to live down there...and besides I would be living in the same place as Rushan again! :D I wonder how he would react to me following him around the continent. He'll probably move back to NZ ;)

I am really hoping that this trip to France will be a chance for "Motivated Will" (if he exists) to make a surprise entry. I have made a bet with FX that in the 3 months I am in France I will have a better school average than him. This will be a very difficult, if not impossible challenge thanks to a second language, a much tougher school system and competing against a very intelligent guy. But we'll see how it turns out :) I really hope that MW will make an entry soon...I will also need him if I am planning on entering the Music Festival and doing well (My goal is provincials...once again a lofty goal, all things considered) with only 2 weeks between my returning from France and the competition itself. But we'll see.

I am now nearing my 1000th hit. To all you people who continue to visit my blog more than I even think about it, thank you for taking an interest in my life, even when I can't.