Making Money Online?!?!

So after making a post about wanting to make money, I found this course on Udemy on how to make money online: https://www.udemy.com/how-to-make-money-online-business-plan/#/lecture/446030

I'm pretty stoked and interested in learning about it. I guess I'll give it a try?

Make the Money, Don't Let The Money Make You?

There comes a time in one's life where one asks, "What ways can I make money?" And you want to think about smart ways, not stupid ways. You want to enjoy doing it. You want your time to be well-invested. You want it to be fulfilling.

I thought about the things I could do... write books... maybe find some programming languages I enjoy... make a niche category of YouTube videos.

Life is an experiment. So you have to experiment. My ambition can be bigger than my head sometimes, I think.

I sit here contemplating, what kind of style of YouTube videos I could make. I could continue to make the ones I do, but it may take a while before I get where I want to be. Doing reviews, satire, an analysis, etc, of video games came to mind. Well, you have to start somewhere.

I will go toward what I think are best. Make them, see what happens.

Also, workshops. Workshops come to mind. Legitimate ones where I can teach people about something.

But we also need to keep in mind to not be a complete workaholic, that sometimes, we also have to enjoy life. So I can't stress too much about this stuff.

College Life

So, I woke up, missed my first class; lucky i went to bed early and did some meditation beforehand using the Head  Space app, despite having tons of homework and tests.

First test I didn't study for, so I used my intuition on each question. We shall find out how well I did. Quickly studied some grammar concepts like subject and verb agreement, then pronouns, and took my mid-term exam, which was actually not bad, so I think I did somewhat well.

Drove home, because the school environment gives me a bad disposition, and I was so much happier near and at my home environment.

Now, I need to leave for my capstone, my night class, and haven't done any of the readings of student stories. I can skim them hopefully before and as it starts.

After class I will need to write more of that essay for my grammar class.

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Honest feelings (about my college)

Well, today I slept through classes. Doesn't seem like no big deal, anyway. Need to have a second alarm because my first doesn't seem to work, or I don't hear it.

I'm very tired of school. Very burnt out. It's my last semester. I don't feel like I belong there, at least, even less so than usual. Guess I haven't since the beginning.  So, I'm ready to graduate.

And I have no friends there.

My experiences there have been far from satisfactory.

My motivation for school-related things is just not there. And I get up for work easier than I do school, and even enjoy work more than school--that's when you know something is fucked up somewhere.

Well, guess I should try to focus on my homework now...

Minor Revisions: Ethnic Fiction: Modern Vision Quest: Past, Present, and Future

Kevin M. Scrima

Ethnic Fiction—Professor Murabito

2/9/15 

Visions of The Past and Visions of the Future in the Present Moment

   The Native American girl told him that she wanted him to go on a Vision Quest with her. He liked the girl. Eh, he more than liked her. That’s why he decided to go. If he learned that emotions are stupid and had a Real Social Dynamics mentor, like someone who taught guys how to get girls by showing the most effective techniques behind interactions, then he would have had a vision that this Vision Quest was a mistake, and beyond foolish.

   The girl wanted company. That’s all. She didn’t necessarily like him romantically, though she did; it was complex. She didn’t want to go on this Vision Quest alone. She doesn’t like to be alone. Her family were really adamant about her going through this rite of passage, despite her not believing in it. Maybe she would lie about it and say some things, form some story about following a rabbit to a hole in a dream, kind of like Alice in Wonderland, and try to discover some deep philosophical meaning to it.

   He, Connor, was hoping to find a way to get closer to her. Maybe she did want to get close to him, too, instead of it being just company. She seemed like a needy person, always needing someone to hang around with. Girls are needy in general, he thought.

   As they walked into the woods, they chitchatted about trivial things. His blue backpack bounced up and down as Connor made his way down the path. He wore a red, plaid shirt and blue jeans. He glanced at his friend, Aiyanna, her two long, black braids bouncing and swaying, her tan, smooth skin, her brown eyes focused straight ahead. She wore a tan-colored Native American costume, one he thought he saw in the costume section during Halloween, or something that perhaps she bought off Amazon. He thought she was so beautiful, that if there were a Native American magazine, she’d be the model on the front cover, or probably could be for any other women magazine. At least he thought.

   “So… we’re going out here to a random spot in the woods, and we’re going to sit and talk, you know, eat, sleep, like we usually do, and suddenly a vision is gonna come out of nowhere, right?” Connor asked.

   Aiyanna giggled. “Yeah, pretty much. I mean, maybe we’ll see something or discover something about ourselves, who knows?”

   Connor made his way over a fallen tree, and his shoes crunched on the leaves as his shoes made contact with ground. Aiyanna added, “All a Vision Quest really is, is a deep insight to one’s life.”

   Connor turned to help her over the fallen tree and held her hand—“Thanks,” she said—and didn’t let go of it, wanting to keep holding on to it, but reluctantly let go. That brief touch excited him, because he was so inexperienced with girls, but her hand was also warm.

   “Like…” Connor began. “Like you believing you’re meant to be together with someone?” He glanced at her with that smirk of his.

   She laughed. “Something like that. I guess that could be one example.”

   “Or realizing that you’ll never find yourself!” Connor exclaimed. Feeling as if he was on to something, he continued, “Because you’re always changing as a person and can barely hold on to who you are. It’s more like catching yourself instead of finding yourself.” When Connor was excited with an idea, he rarely could hold back from talking. This was one of those times. “It’s almost like a game of hide-and-seek. Who you really are is hiding, but it’s your job to play the seeker. But the problem is, everyone else is playing the same game, and also trying to find each other. Everyone wants them to find them, which makes it problematic for other people being able to find themselves.” Light poured in between a few trees, blinding Connor momentarily as he instinctively brought up his hand to shield his eyes. That sun was bright.

   Aiyanna pondered his thought, biting her mouth in such a way that it looked like she paused halfway while chewing a piece of bubble gum, maybe wondering if she liked the taste or not, or if the flavor suddenly left. “I’ve never thought about it like that before. Interesting.”

   “Yep!” Connor said. “There’s your vision right there. For the both of us. Neither have I.”

   She gave a slight smile.

   As they continued walking, silence hung in the air. A sound from some weird bird became noticeable. “So…” he said again, trying to make light conversation. “Did you bring cannabis or something?”

   She laughed again, as he knew she would. “No, my parents would kill me. And I’ve never done drugs.”

   “Nether have I either. It was a joke anyway,” Connor said. “Or maybe we could be playing a video game or watching a YouTube video? There’s this one game, called Destiny, where you enter this portal to the Black Garden, and the whole screen has this weird, rainbow psychedelic effect. It’s pretty weird. I recorded my reaction on YouTube. You totally have to check it out sometime. Oh, did I tell you I have a YouTube channel? Google ‘Destiny Psychedelic Experience.’ It’s hilarious.” Wait, didn’t this mean he already had a Vision Quest? If finding the place where the protagonist had to go counted as a Vision Quest.

   Aiyanna laughed again. “Okay.” Video game analogy, really? she thought. “But you really can’t get any insights from that.”

   “Well,” Connor began. “It transports you to unknown territory, and you have to destroy the Heart of Darkness. I’m sure that means something, somewhere.” Coincidentally, he linked that heart to Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness story. “Then the player finds out that the game sucked, there’s no more content, and that the game developers removed that content to sell it to you as future DLC, content you have to pay for that should already be in the game. In other words,” he said, “life’s about the money, not what you produce, necessarily. Or, it means that there are two kinds of people in this world: The people who screw you over, and those who get screwed over.”

   “Hmm,” Aiyanna merely said. She wasn’t used to all this intellectual talk, though she did find it interesting. “I should just talk to you all day, and that could be my vision quest,” she said, then laughed.

   Connor laughed. “Yeah. I always talk like this, sorry,” he said. And as soon as he did, he added, “Or it means there are those who you feed off of, and those that feed off you. It’s like this weird, fucked up, parasitic dance.”

   “Okay, that’s a creepy thought,” Aiyanna said, and slapped his shoulder, telling him to quit. “You’re going to give me nightmares.”

   “If that helps you have your vision faster,” Connor said, and laughed. “Okay, well. What else can I talk about? My friend did shrooms once. Actually, he did a lot of drugs. He once showed me some trippy YouTube videos, and recommended certain things to watch when you’re high. I think he told me he stared at the same thing for one hour or something. But we’re not friends anymore.”

   Aiyanna gave a short laugh. “Aw, I’m sorry. And Connor, I think we’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

   The air was cool. A creek rushed water between two large trees nearby. Connor stepped on a stone, and another, the water forming around it. One was round, so he had to keep his balance, but the rest were flat, as if they were made for being walked on. Once he made it to the other side, he helped her over. “I hope so,” he said, then reluctantly gave her hand back to herself. “I’m starting to get tired. How much further to walk?” He really wasn’t tired. From a logical standpoint, he didn’t see the point in walking further, or what a specific location a mile away could do compared to one nearby it.

   “Not too far,” she said. “The area is more safe and secluded. I’ve come here before sometimes as a kid. I always liked adventure and going to new places.”

   Connor smiled and looked at her beautiful face, her long eyelashes, her crooked, upturned nose. “I can tell. I’ve… been more interested in staying put.” He liked the familiar, but always tried to put himself in novel situations.

   “Here,” Aiyanna finally said.

   Thank God, Connor thought, as if He granted his desire to stay put, even though he didn’t believe in God, or any supernatural thing. Evolution and past events brought everything to this point. The thought made everything weird and his mind hurt, so he tried not to think about any of that. “Cool,” he simply said, and looked around. It was a round and wide, spacious area. Thick grass on the ground. Wide trees surrounding the area. A cliff jetting over that had a tree on top, but underneath was a huge hole, like a mini-cave, which might be good to sleep in, if need be, he guessed.

    “I’ve never camped before,” Connor said, even though he has told her this. “So you may need to help me with the set up. But I Googled it, so I should be fine, for the most part”

   Aiyanna smiled as she set her beige backpack down. “Alright, Modern-Boy.”

   Modern Boy? He wondered. “Okay Out-Of-Date-Past-Girl,” he decided to say, then smiled.

   Aiyanna giggled. She pulled the tent from a bag and began setting it up.

   Connor took his out and tried to follow how she did hers. But for some reason, his kept falling down. “Ugh!” he shouted in frustration.

   Aiyanna looked at him as she finished putting hers up, a teepee, beige and white. “Need help?” she asked with a smile.

   Connor, stubborn, wouldn’t give in. “Nope, I…” his blue tent collapsed. “Yes, fine.”

   Aiyanna chuckled as she came over. “Look, like this…” then she proceeded to show him how to put up a tent, which turned into a big rectangle. Connor observed, sulking, his arms across his chest. “How did you learn how to pitch a tent so well?” And as soon as he asked, his mouth contorted into a smile, and he made a weird sound with his mouth and nose as he tried to hold his laughter in, then quickly brought a hand to his mouth.

   “Well, I…” she looked up at him. “What’s so funny?”

   “Um, nothing,” he said, contorting his face back to normal and biting his lip.

   Her eyebrows narrowed. “Ew. Gross.”

   Then he burst out laughing, his hand on his stomach. “Sorry.”

   They carried and rolled their sleeping bags in their own individual tents, laid a few thick, wool blankets outside so they wouldn’t be sitting on the ground. As he sat with her, he said, “Okay,” and clapped his hands together. “Let’s have this vision!”

   Aiyanna tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, as if to say, seriously?

   Connor put his hands up in front of his chest in surrender. It got quiet. That weird-sounding bird could be heard again, singing its weird song. But it was the bird’s own, unique song, after all, Connor thought, which was why it sounded weird. It probably sounds natural to the bird, though.

   

Freewriting Ethnic Fiction: Visions of The Past and Visions of the Future in the Present Moment

Kevin M. Scrima

Ethnic Fiction—Professor Murabito

2/6/15 

Visions of The Past and Visions of the Future in the Present Moment

 (I wrote a bunch of bullshit to get this assignment done. Freewriting, or throwing up, as they’d call it. Enjoy my bullshit).

   The Native American girl told him that he had to go on a Vision Quest. He liked the girl. Eh, he more than liked her. That’s why he decided to go. If he learned that emotions are stupid and from some Real Social Dynamics instructor, like someone who taught guys how to get girls and the techniques behind it, he would have had a vision that his mistake was foolish, beyond foolish.

   The girl wanted company. That’s all. She didn’t want to go on this Vision Quest alone. Her family were really adamant about it, despite her not believing in it. Maybe she would lie about it and say some things, form some story about following a rabbit to a hole in a dream, kind of like Alice in Wonderland, and try to discover some deep philosophical meaning to it.

   He, Connor, was hoping he could find a way to get closer to her. Maybe she did want to get close to him, too, instead of it being just company. She seemed like a needy person. She always needed someone to hang around with. Girls are needy in general, he thought.

   As they walked into the woods, his blue backpack bounced up and down. He wore a red, plaid shirt and blue jeans. He glanced at his friend, Aiyanna, her two long, black braids bouncing and swaying, her tan, smooth skin, her brown eyes focused straight ahead. She wore a tan-colored Native American costume, one he thought he saw in the costume section during Halloween, or something that could be bought off Amazon. He thought she was so beautiful, that if there were a Native American magazine, she’d be the model on the front cover, or she probably could for any other women’s magazine. At least he thought.

   “So… we’re going out here to a random spot in the woods, and we’re going to sit and talk, you know, eat, sleep, like we usually do, and suddenly a vision is gonna come out of nowhere, right?” Connor asked.

   Aiyanna giggled. “Yeah, pretty much. I mean, maybe we’ll see something, who knows?”

   Connor made his way over a fallen tree, and his shoes crunched on the leaves as his shoes made contact with ground. He turned to help her over, held her hand—“Thanks,” she said—and didn’t let go of it, wanting to keep holding on to it, but reluctantly let go of it. That brief touch excited him, because he was inexperienced, but her hand was also warm.

   “So…” he said again. “Did you bring cannabis or something?”

   She laughed again, as he knew she would. “No, my parents would kill me.”

   “It was a joke, anyway. Or maybe a video game or a YouTube video? There’s this one game, called Destiny, where you enter this portal to the Black Garden—racist name, I thought—and the whole screen has this weird, rainbow psychedelic effect. It’s pretty weird. I recorded my reaction on YouTube. You totally have to check it out sometime. Google “Destiny Psychedelic Experience.” It’s hilarious.”

   Aiyanna laughed again. “Okay.”

   Wait, didn’t this mean he already had a Vision Quest? If finding the place where the protagonist had to go counted as a Vision Quest. “My friend did shrooms once,” Connor said. “Actually, he did a lot of drugs. He once showed me some trippy YouTube videos, and recommended certain things to watch when you’re high. I think he told me he stared at the same thing for one hour or something. But we’re not friends anymore.”

   Aiyanna gave a short laugh. “Aw, I’m sorry. And Connor, I think we’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

   The air was cool. A creek rushed water between two large trees nearby. Connor stepped on a stone, and another, the water forming around it. One was round, so he had to keep his balance, but the rest were flat, as if they were made for being walked on. Once he made it to the other side, he helped her over. “I hope so,” he said, then reluctantly gave her hand back to herself. “I’m starting to get tired. How much further to walk?”

   “Not too far,” she said. “The area is more safe and secluded. I’ve come here before sometimes as a kid. I always liked adventure and going to new places.”

   Connor smiled and looked at her beautiful face, her long eyelashes, her crooked, upturned nose. “I can tell. I’ve… been more interested in staying put.”

   “Here,” Aiyanna finally said.

   Thank God, Connor thought, as if He granted his desire to stay put, even though he didn’t believe in God, or any supernatural thing. Evolution and past events brought everything to this point. It made everything weird and his mind hurt, so he tried not to think about any of that. “Cool,” he simply said, and looked around. It was a round and wide, spacious area. Thick grass on the ground. Wide trees surrounding the area. A cliff jetting over that had a tree on top, but underneath was a huge hole, like a mini-cave, which might be good to sleep in.

    “I’ve never camped before,” Connor said, even though he has told her this. “So you may need to help me with the set up. But I Googled it, so I should be fine.”

   Aiyanna smiled as she set her beige backpack down. “Alright, Modern-Boy.”

   Modern Boy? He wondered. “Okay Out-Of-Date-Past-Girl,” he decided to say.

   Aiyanna giggled. She pulled the tent from a bag and began setting it up.

   Connor took his out and tried to follow how she did hers. But for some reason, his kept falling down. “Ugh!” he shouted in frustration.

   Aiyanna looked at him as she finished putting hers up. “Need help?” she asked with a smile.

   Connor, stubborn, wouldn’t give in. “Nope, I…” his tent collapsed. “Yes, fine.”

   Aiyanna chuckled as she came over. “Look, like this…” then she proceeded to show him how to put up a tent. Connor observed, sulking, his arms across his chest. “How did you learn how to pitch a tent so well?” And as soon as he asked, his mouth contorted into a smile, and he made a weird sound with his mouth and nose as he tried to hold his laughter in, then quickly brought a hand to his mouth.

   “Well, I…” she looked up at him. “What’s so funny?”

   “Um, nothing,” he said, contorting his face back to normal and biting his lip.

   Her eyebrows narrowed. “Ew. Gross.”

   Then he burst out laughing. “Sorry.”

   They put their sleeping bags in their own individual tents, laid a few thick, wool blankets outside so they wouldn’t be sitting on the ground. As he sat with her, he said, “Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “Let’s have this vision!” 

Facebook Conversations: Ranting about Education to My Friend

i thought i knew what i wanted before going to college. I knew i wanted to be a better writer and a published author, so i went for that. i also thought i wanted to be a teacher. And one day a professor. College showed me i didnt. I didnt want to be part of the bullshit. I'd never want to be a professor. Now i just need to know what job i want to do with my writing.

And seeing all the college bullshit, it influenced me to go to YouTube and see how well id do at YouTubing. i love it, regardless of what happens. Ive made no friends there. I really didnt grow socially at college, though ive grown socially through other means and since high school.

College showed me i may want to be a programmer, too, so id maybe try that down the road. So ive found out a lot about myself through college and grown through it. It's been rough, though. None of this came easy. A lot of tears and sweat and pain involved.

Stupid thumbs up button...

I started learning from YouTubers and TED talks because i realized shool wouldnt teach me everything. They had their own agenda. They wont teach me everything i need to know or any useful skills.

lmao

i saw that and i was like... wtf. lol

xD

Sorry

lol its ok

it amde me wonder, why didnt i learn more about animation, or programming, or playing instruments, or writing a novel. Because of tests and how things were done in the past, that's why. They also dont teach self-development or about relationships. I couldnt trust the education system, i realized.

People made money playing video games and doing all this other fun shit. They didnt go to college. I mean you need a plan if you dont. College also doesnt teach you independent thinking. All a bachelor's degree is, is a promise to the middle class, essentially.

Even though i love learning, want to learn more, and better myself, i probably want to take a year off after graduating, and just work, do something with my degree, make youtube videos, try to get published. I need a year out of school, at the very least, because upg's environment instills so many negative emotions into me. Im burnt out. I dont want anymore bullshit. Listening to people talk, words i wont remember. Tests to assess that you did the work and remembered the information. I'm done with it all.

Personality, money, power, relationships, your culture, race, dna, drive/ambition, and maybe stupidness and intelligence, pretty much decides how well youll do in school and in life. I figured, no matter my grades or what i do now, my future is set. A B to an A won't change my future. All i need is the piece of paper saying i graduated, etc.

Yea. Exactly

I figure, ill never know everything or ill i need to know. I could try. I'd have to go to schooling for 1,000 years for tha to happen. But life is short. I dont want to spend my life this way.

Even grammar. Grammar doesn't need to be perfect. I mean, people should get the basics and most of it right, but if a few "rules" are broken, then so fucking what.

We learn information that doesn't help us make fucking money. But the teachers and the school makes money by just knowing information. That's what schools are: They make money off information.

Schools dont teach you how to make money. They prepare you to be passive and for your future job. Im just tired of all of it. Schools should teach you something useful. lol.

Money isn't everything you know

I definitely know that

I think what we all need to strive towards is figuring out what our happiness is.

Because it's different for everyone

google positive psychology. there's a lot of good tips

very true. i mean i go to school but... im not happy there. not happy with any of it anymore.

I can tell.

I feel like you need to just let yourself live a little. Stop trying so hard to work for your happiness and just let yourself experience it yknow?

Life isn't all about how much you can learn or how much power you can gain. It's about experiences. People. Relationships. That's what defines us. Everything else is just extra.

That's what I feel, anyway.

thats true.

maybe just let the learning and power come as it goes.

Exactly.

Don't be so concerned with that you can gain from life, and more what you can give by the way you live it.

i do look at what i can give. that's why i make videos and write

im not only looking to gain. I also want to gain so i can give more.

I just mean in general.

true

This is all stuff I'm still learning too.

it's weird at my age, everyone's still sucky at human relationships. lol. people arent good at learning stuff about that. maybe because it's too complex or people are too greedy. idk

Humans are complex. We change By the day. It's hard to learn about someone else when you have to keep up with learning yourself.

That's why dating is so hard.

yeah we learn about ourself and another person, but that self changes as the days go by

Exactly.

And relationships fail because we are, by our nature, pretty selfish beings. So we focus on ourselves and how we can improve instead of building each other up. The ideal couple grows together. Figures out new things about themselves, and shares it with the other so they can grow.

Yeah. True. People should come together, but they dont.

Yea.

i want to sleep. but i have to write a stupid story something involving ethnicity. ethnic fiction . see ,fuck school

xD

You'll be okay

You could always drop out.

i have two months left. id be a fucking dumbass if i did that

lol

and all that previous work would have been for nothing

lol

I know. I'm teasing you

lol

fuck this story

Do it tomorrow.

i cant. i have my ten thirty class

have any pages of story that involve ethnicity? lmao

Uh... No. Lol

im gonna google free ethnic stories.

lmao

got notin

Hahaha

why the hell dont i havea YouTUbe class?

I'd already be done with that class.

Haha. Yea you would.

im gonna complain tomorrow that there's no youtube class

You should! File a complaint. Make it official.

haha

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