Goodbye for now!

Hey guys. As you might have gathered from the title, I'm taking a break from Wizard101. No, it's not because I don't like the game; quite the opposite actually. I'm distancing myself from the game until I can manage my life again.

Lately, I've been using W101 as an escape from all the real-life problems. As a result, I've deveolped somewhat of an unhealthy obsession. I don't know when it started, or when I realized it, but it sure hit me hard when I saw my grades today. Maybe it was the 'D'.

Using the game as an escape didn't help me. My grades are suffering, my problems have worsened, my brain feels overwhelmed. W101 was but a temporary fix for me that left me worse than I had been before.

So, I'd like to say a heartfelt "thank you" to everyone who's ever followed/read/commented on this blog. I never expected the feedback that I'd got  :) I will shut this thing down for a while, but will still be active on Twitter. I just adore the community too much to completely leave.

Until next time (whenever that may be),
Jessica.

Musings II: Life and True Reality

Just a head's up: This is non-W101 related. This post may confuse. It may mystify. It may befuddle. It may cause the reader to have chronic daydreams about burnt penguins. It may even...do nothing.

M'kay, now that we've got that out of the way, who's ready for some ramblings about life?

I'll start off by saying: this is the counterpart (counterpost?) to my other post: The Musings of Death, the World, and the Purpose of Life. 

Rest assured, this one will definitely be more optimistic--I know I probably freaked some people out with the other post :) 

Okay, senseless babbling starting in 3...2...1....

Okay. So what is being alive? By that I mean you in a living state. 

The concrete answer, the universally (well, almost) accepted answer is: it's reality. It's the real world.   

But is it really?

Think: what if the 'real world' you see every day was just a dream, an illusion? Who's to say that maybe our living state isn't even real?

To clarify, imagine this: the world around you everday is nothing but a figment of your imagination. All the people, places, creatures, everything--are just the creations of your mind. When you die, you don't die; instead, you wake up into the true reality. 

And what if we ourselves weren't real? What if life and everything--anything--was just the products of another being's mind? What if everything we've known was nothing more than a higher being's experiment? 

I don't really know where this came from, but I read a book once (sadly, I forgot the name) that really made me rethink--what really is reality? Where is the true, ultimate state of existence?

Also, notice how this post was almost entirely questions. Because these things will probably never be answered or proven. 

So, your thoughts?

Jess. 

Poem About Gardening Exploit

A Poem About Closed Housing...

Oh woe, oh terrible woe!
For our houses have been closed. 
The red line blocks the way,
Emanating sorrow and disdain. 

Oh guilt, oh terrible guilt!
For those riotous few
Have doomed our domestic greens
And caused turmoil to th' Spiral.

Oh when, oh when shall it be?
'Til we reunite with our homes,
And escape this untimely event,
And repercussions shown?

Oh learn, oh learn it well!
Let it be said so:
He who cheats the bank
Shall never recieve the reward. 

-Jessica-