two is a weird number that only serves as a inbetween for one and three and has no actual use in math. change my mind.
twenty men had tried to take him
twenty men had made a slip
twenty-one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
reading is pretty cool. so are hobbies in general. i have a big ol bookshelf at home, yet i’m actually afk right now in hypixel. god i’m really running out of ideas, eh? i’m out of ideas and still have a day to go.
writing… is almost like a mountain i believe. it’s easy at first, you’re writing hundreds of words. but then you gotta write the fifth chapter and you have nothing. you’ve figured out the beginning, end, and climax, but you have nothing for the things around it. you have no true story, simply an outline.
you can see the start of the mountain. you can envision the end and the very peak. but you have no idea what waits for you on the climb. you hope it’s easy, not that steep a climb, but what waits is a 75 degree angle with barely any oxygen and wild cold. it’s hell frozen over. but you climb. the story slowly gets written, the dents and kinks hammered out. and at the end…
you have a story. the best you’ve ever written, so far. you aren’t ready to do the climb again, but you will. you must, there’s people waiting on you.
god, maybe this blog isn’t the best for me. it’s a better output then some other options, i suppose.
welcome back to our countdown. i suppose i’ve done all our exposition already, so let’s simply dive in.
there’s nothing surer
the rich get rich and the poor get poorer
today’s post is not about socioeconomic conditions, no matter what the lyrics tell you. today’s post is, however, about numbers and depressing math.
i have twenty or so people subscribed to my newsletter, and about 10 of them are regular readers. according to the caps covid dashboard, there are 678 students in the middle school. i have the captive attention of 1 out of every 67.8 students. that kinda sucks and is a bit discouraging.
but what about the numbers that matter, or the ones that might interest us? we order pizza about once a month, so in an average 90 year life, i have 924 pizzas to look forward to. we go to the grpm about twice a year, that’s 154 more trips. but how about how long you’ll spend with your parents? you, on average will see your parents every day until you’re 18, and then you might only see them on the holidays if you move out. the us has 12 official, federal holidays, meaning you might see them for 3% of the year. i’m thirteen. i have 4 years and change to go. that’s not that many days.
there was this very interesting image on wait but why, a blog i follow.
this is a 90 year life in weeks. there are 4,680 boxes on this calendar. how many of them have you crossed off? how many will you spend with family, with friends, alone, retired, job hunting, how many will you use to the fullest or not at all?
time is precious. spend as much as you can with who you can. thank you for reading. enjoy your day, if you can.
don’t we have fun?
 i have successfully jinxed myself into dying by thirty. yike  average is such a fun word. i will say it five million more times  wait but why is an awesome blog with a lot of posts like this, i do recommend you read some of his posts.
welcome to lucas’s countdown to spring break! we’ve about 4 days until a ten day weekend which we’re all looking forwards to. so here is a streak of posts i’ve been withholding from you.
we three, we’re all alone
living in a memory
my echo, my shadow, and me
let’s play the game of identification! i’ll ask you some random questions, don’t answer if you don’t want to. i’ll try to figure out who you are, and i’ll send you a personal email to see if i’m right. please answer in the comments, but under a pseudonym.
how would you describe yourself?
what’s something you like to do regularly?
do you have any plans for spring break?
what’s your mother’s maiden name?
what score did you get on your most recent test?
can you count to 100 in spanish?
what does door E208 lead to here?
would you consider yourself empathic?
is there such a thing as ESP?
are you alone right now?
before calling someone, do you rehease what you’ll say?
thanks for playing.
this post was made possible by today’s sponsor: raw spite. to that one person who doesn’t check my blog because nothing changes: you know who you are. this is out of raw, undying spite. perish.
it’s not good. we aren’t doing good right now, are we? everything’s on fire and our world leaders are twiddling their thumbs trying to see which one pushes the button first. so i propose we take a break.
pick a day on your calendar. this’ll be your mental health day. if it’s in the middle of the school week you’ll have a harder job but one you might be able to get away with anyway.
once you have acquired your day off either by virtue of the weekend or passing a speech check, you can begin your break.