Here’s the big question. How many times have you heard the phrase “I am not interested in you, leave?” If you answered 3-10 you’re way to needy. If you’ve never heard it you’re too pretentious, and if you’ve heard it once you need a date.
There are two ways to swim. Saturday, Apr 21 2007
Really Valuable Life Lessons 2:06 pm
It seems that life is too difficult to get through all by yourself. I got up really early this morning because I was thinking about a lot of random stuff. I thought about the Virginia Tech incident the most. The man that murdered everybody, he said he did it out of vengeance and hatred. I think he did it because he was lonely. I do detest the fact that he murdered 32 innocent lives, but I can’t help but pity him. There’s lonely and there’s being alone. This guy is lonely. So lonely that he began to develop crazy thoughts and dumb actions. That goes back to my point. When does loneliness takes over you? When does it drives you to the edge? When does it begins to cloud your judgment? Good rule of thumb: like a tumor, when it gets old enough to talk, get rid of it. Crazy people always use the excuse “Someone else is talking to me in my head.” That’s probably you, no duh. So learn a lesson here today. Go out and make friends. Don’t be lonely. Keep a cheerful attitude, and by all means don’t go out and massacre 32 random people just because you got a grudge against the world.
Eye rearlee nee 2 lurn hao too spelllll. Tuesday, Apr 17 2007
Really Valuable Life Lessons 11:04 pm
Last night I, for some reason, listened to (get this) Enya for about an hour. I never know how soothing her music was but it was also very…… odd. I warn you, do not listen to Enya for several hours, you will wake up finding yourself flying in the sky while dodging (get this) airplanes and ducks. I really forgot how good some songs are. I try to remember the songs that I sang when I was little but I just can’t remember them. Music is a wonderful tool, you can use it for almost anything. I remember in 1oth grade, when I was taking my mid-term I kept singing Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms. New Booty” in my head. There was one line “Get it right, get it right, get it tight!” and that line alone motivated me so much to “get it right.” I ended up passing that mid-term with flying colors. I believe music has the power of healing also. When my friend was ill, I remember sitting next to her bed and quite literally lifting her out of her pain with a ballad of romantic break-up songs. I remember starting out with “You Are Not Alone”, followed up with “Complicated Heart”, continued with “My Heart Will Go On”, added Diana Ross’s most needy song “Touch Me In The Morning”, and finally ended with an inspiration by the Bee Gees to help my friend keep “Staying Alive.” She threw hot soup at me. But nonetheless, the power of music prevailed and always. Save the music, don’t let it die, and whatever you do, never sing “The Mistake of Love” at a wedding.
Hey Kevin Spacey, Pay Me Back For K-Pax! Saturday, Mar 17 2007
Really Valuable Life Lessons 9:19 pm
I went to the movies yesterday to do what all normal teenagers do, watch 300. I thought the movie had so-so acting and an average storyline. In other words it wasn’t bad. The graphics, however, were incredible and astonishing. So that got me to thinking a question that is as old as ever. Do you go to see a movie for the storyline or the special effects? Yeah, yeah, surely I’ll get one of those indecisive answers like “Well, both kinda matters.” Oh shut up. Why can’t people just decide on one? I’ve finally concluded that all people are supremely insecure of themselves. They are so insecure that they have to pick an answer that falls into the thin line between the positive and the negative. That way others around will just see them as fitting in. Whatever happen to picking ONE thing and backing it up? “Do you like ice cream or yogurt?” “Um I don’t know I think I like both.” Here’s how that should have been “I like ice cream because that’s just me. Yogurt is just too ‘bacterially’ for me and I can’t bring myself to enjoy it without having a bucket nearby to regurgitate the atrocious taste out.” Now see, isn’t that much better than “Oh I don’t really have an opinion because I lack confidence and I am afraid others will see me as blah.” I don’t know, anyways I just realize that I have typed way to much so I will stop. Oooh another point, people are too lazy to read long things; they want it fast and simple. Lazy bums.
11 more months until Christmas!!! Wednesday, Jan 17 2007
Uncategorized 11:56 pm
There’s just so much negative things in this world that everybody is experiencing some form of depression. Husbands can’t look forward to go home after work and say “Honey, I’m home [and where's my dinner?(whisper)] because their wives are at work and she can’t cook. That sounds so feminist of me but it’s the truth. You’re probably thinking that my life sucks so much right now that the only thing I have to look forward to is Christmas. “You left out Valentine’s!” “What about Easter? Jesus died for our cause you know?!” “My birthday is coming up you insensitive pessimist!” these are probably some of the things you are saying to me right now, well, here are my answers. First of all I didn’t leave out Valentine’s, it didn’t come to me and my wallet can’t afford it without spontaneously combusting. Secondly, I’m not celebrating someone’s funeral you sicko. Lastly, your birthday is on the same day as Jesus’s funeral, I’m not celebrating someone’s death with someone’s baby. Now it’s time for the jokes. We, as humans (no we’re monkeys), always put our best face forward. We try our best to look as happy and cheerful as we could possible (unless you’re a 17 year-old like me then you just want to look depressed all the time to be “cool”) so that no one can see our pain. We all have pain that we endured day by day because we can’t drown it so we learned to live with it. I know of a woman who goes to work everyday with an attitude and a face that can life the post-partum depression right off of any woman. But that’s the only place she’s willing to be happy at. She lives at home with a husband who is secretly having an affair, a daughter who hates her because “I love him mom” (typical), a son who ran off with his girlfriend but then returned and is now a “recovering” cocaine addict, and she has cancer. I don’t really have a point to make because well, I just felt like writing this. Some days I just get these random thoughts in my head and I really just want to write them down. Okay, maybe there is a message behind this. If your life sucks, don’t cry and don’t pout. Look forward to new things even if they seem bleak and distant.
