Labels on a Jar of Nothing

I had a really long talk with my friend today about the concept of nothingness, which is a label we put on the absense of something, which is a definition, which is a label. It's very complicated for me to explain, so I'm going to use a specific example; gravity.
Gravity is a naturally occurung phenomenon that happens to keep us walking on the Earth. According to scientists and physics students in the ninth grade, it is the force acting upon us that has a constant acceleration of 9.8 meters/second. I think that gravity is simply another label of something we truley don't know. Someone in a lab somehow found a way to measure it by numbers, which are also a label we put on nothing. Numbers were given a meaning by humans, but in reality-in everybody and everything's reality-they mean absolutely nothing. So how can we calculate something with nothing? We can't.
Science is such an odd thing. It's a world full of THEORIES. And these theories prove other theories and so on and so on. All in all, it means nothing. But what is nothing? Another label?

The Entitlement of a Teenager

We know our place in a classroom; the student. And yet, we feel as though we have a right to correct a teacher, or even teach a lesson. It's like our brains simply can't contain the knowledge we have aquired from outside the classroom and we have to make sure that we share it. If we know that extra little fact, we have to raise our hands and make sure everybody knows how smart we are. But it's also for the "Look at me, look at me" aspect. We love that golden spotlight.
It can even go as far as Facebook. What may seem like a funny, joking status can actually be analyzed and turned into "Look how clever I am earth!" Each like is a gold star on out foreheads. Everytime we share any form of thought or expression, it's our minds thinking we have the right to let everybody know that we have a new phone or got our permit or ran across this cool picture on the internet. I think it's funny, personally, how we feel that the most insignifigant things are those most worth sharing.
The way I see it, this all goes down to the identity crisis most of us are facing. We want the world to see us in a certain way and we grade ourselves by the number of likes on a picture or status. Or how many times a day we're told we're pretty or whatever guys do to compliment eachother. Or even how many blowjobs we give a week. But what do I know? I'm just a teenager feeling entitled enough to write down my opinion onto a blog on the internet because of the way I want the world to see me.

Brand New Start

I've had quite a few blogs in the past. Some fairly successful (in my mind), and many very obsolete and irrelevent. So I must begin with a few disclaimers; just a few things I've noticed about myself and my blogging that I would appreciate if you could disregard them.
1. I am an avid mis-speller and maker-uper of words. Language is such an abstract thing. Why should I have to follow its rules!?
2. When I get passionate about something, I tend to go off on it for quite a while. I blame my OE for that one.
3. I have opinions. As it is, I am entitled to do that. Please don't think that by stating a personal opinion I am directly insulting you. I may insult people on this blog, but I'm pretty sure Mitt Romney won't be reading this. Unless he googles himself and I tag him in it...let's try that.
4.  I proofread the day after I post. Just a bad habit that I'm not attepting to break.
I am a liberal. I am blunt and outspoken. I want to share my experiences and myself through a medium that I am not entirely comfortable in. I like to be challenged and to challenge myself. So if you've made it this far, then welcome to this knotted, exhausting, and unbalenced place that is my brain.