bored with this lifeless town and the density of its people.
I love my new friends. SO so much.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
If only I had a scanner that worked with my computer
Then you could share the joy of analyzing the apathy and insincerity of my Senior pictures.
LOL @ life
4 bottles of water per day + one or two protein shakes + yogurt for breakfast/some sort of meat salad for lunch/meat and salad for dinner and snacks in between + great sleep + exercise morning and night = HEALTHY!
I feel better already.
It's only been two days though.
Out of four of us on this escapade, one has quit...she is fairly unreliable though.
Thinking about death a lot lately, it's so strange...health to death, bad transition...it depends on my mood...sometimes I'll start thinking about death and not give a rat's ass, sometimes I think about death and freak myself out. So I'm not too sure whether or not I've excepted the inevitable fact or not. Religion doesn't concern me, just the process of death...and the fall of my empire (metaphorically)...I mean, this is something we all think about. Most of us, I believe, want more than anything for their life to mean something. During your life, you accomplish, you fail, you endure, you "love" (whatever that means)...you create, you destroy, you experience, you experiment, and what happens to all that? What happens to your significance? I guess we'll find out. Or not. I said "thinking about death a lot lately." Death is actually on my mind daily, I would like to not dwell on things like that so much.
And people are so strange, how they rely so much on what others think. My ex-friend has made it pretty public that she "DOESN CARE" (her MySpace status). A...pal? has made it clear that she supports Obama and is indeed a Lib...although her actions and words definitely don't show that...nor is she the avid humanist she claims to be...it's a trend. My best friend and I call this recent humanist and hippie trend the "false peace movement." Our generation is sinking lower and lower. Peace signs are being advertised by the people who create drama and violence. The victory symbol is being thrown left and right by phonies whose personalities don't support their claims. Whatever, world. I won't contribute to this fake revolution.
I feel better already.
It's only been two days though.
Out of four of us on this escapade, one has quit...she is fairly unreliable though.
Thinking about death a lot lately, it's so strange...health to death, bad transition...it depends on my mood...sometimes I'll start thinking about death and not give a rat's ass, sometimes I think about death and freak myself out. So I'm not too sure whether or not I've excepted the inevitable fact or not. Religion doesn't concern me, just the process of death...and the fall of my empire (metaphorically)...I mean, this is something we all think about. Most of us, I believe, want more than anything for their life to mean something. During your life, you accomplish, you fail, you endure, you "love" (whatever that means)...you create, you destroy, you experience, you experiment, and what happens to all that? What happens to your significance? I guess we'll find out. Or not. I said "thinking about death a lot lately." Death is actually on my mind daily, I would like to not dwell on things like that so much.
And people are so strange, how they rely so much on what others think. My ex-friend has made it pretty public that she "DOESN CARE" (her MySpace status). A...pal? has made it clear that she supports Obama and is indeed a Lib...although her actions and words definitely don't show that...nor is she the avid humanist she claims to be...it's a trend. My best friend and I call this recent humanist and hippie trend the "false peace movement." Our generation is sinking lower and lower. Peace signs are being advertised by the people who create drama and violence. The victory symbol is being thrown left and right by phonies whose personalities don't support their claims. Whatever, world. I won't contribute to this fake revolution.
Monday, September 1, 2008
You're so vain, I bet you think this blog is about you
Instead, it's all about MEEEE and the happenins in my fun life!
**My sincere apologies for not updating this thing constantly, I've been as busy as a bee. Busy as a young, female, Chinese bee performing gymnastics in the Olympics.
I thought senior year would blow big, hairy testis since I rid myself of horrid friends. Instead, odds were incredibly in my favor and I'm happy as ever. I made new friends, and oddly each of them were previously friends with horrid people as well, and now we all have our own little sect (and so different from each other, we are). Each of us had terrible feelings about this year, and senior year began swimmingly well for us. (As for our ex-friends, theirs seemed to begin quite rocky. Smileyface.)
( Speaking of horrid friends, I've decided that in person, I wouldn't put anyone off. I'd still treat my ex-friends with respect. And I have. Here's a fact to lead into the next paragraph: I've always been the person they come to for advice. Unlike them, I listen and give my honest take on things, and their problems have always been fairly simple to deal with so I'd pull some rational Dr. Phils. Only, without the insane metaphors.
So, here's what's up. One of my ex-friends makes a stupid decision and can't own up to the consequences, so she's crying, and I'm like...you know, I'll help her. I hate to be any form of a pseudo-intellectual or a conceited douche, but I know for a fact that they wouldn't be as mature as they are without the advice I've given them in the past. So I text my ex-friend, ask her if she wants to talk about it, and she gives me a problem and I give her the whole "Accept that it's your fault and own up to it, take it as prep for the future" lecture. And some other words to soothe her sadness. So, at least she thanked me. Pretty much all my "Being there for people" has been disregarded and unappreciated except for by one of my ex-friends (not the one I'm discussing in this story). So I figured, she'll probably want to talk to me a little more, she'll probably treat me like I'm more of a person. Well, she didn't. Things are still the same, and I need to stop expecting any more from people, especially the hopeless ones, and I refuse to lend anymore help no matter how unfortunate the case. I mean, seriously, they were NEVER EVER EVER EVER, and I mean this, EVER there for me. They've never treated me with respect, not that they're "super duper lucky to have been my friend," but I was their friend, and I deserved better. I just can't be friends who make me feel miserable. I don't know what the hell took me so long to figure that out. But I'm relieved now, and I have a new "group," and we treat each other like gold.)
And Je'uth Chrith, I can't give one god damn opinion without getting jumped on for it. Seriously, wanna hear something silly? My acquaintance says she's going hunting today (my acquaintance who is an avid PETA supporter, not kidding) and I say, "I just lost a little respect for you! (Obviously in a playful way.) Not only are you murdering animals, but you're supporting the gun laws!" Then I went on SUCH a small Twilight rant because she claims to be obsessed with the novels. And I know why she claimed that, it's rather immature, and I won't post the reason as to avoid embarassment for her AND myself. All I said in my tiny rant was that Twilight is poor literature and Meyer's take on vampires licks balls. I even added that it was just her opinion and that I'd leave that alone from then on. And, fuck me in the butt, she replies, so pathetically, "Um...okay...I don't criticize what you read, I only went hunting for the outside experience...thanks for being honest, but sometimes it's just best if you leave things alone." Like...what does that even mean? Even MORE reason for me to not leave things alone. Like, really? Was she really offended by this? Please suck my tit, you fucking baby. I always give my take on things. Don't get your selfish little panties in a wad. Or just don't talk to me. (Why do I say selfish? Because here's a problem with people. It's always about THEM and if someone else's views don't suit THEM, they whine like kitties in heat. Another reason our country is not progressing: People won't give anyone else's opinions the time of day.) Cuuunt. And in all honesty, I couldn't give TWO SHITS if someone criticized my decisions. Will I hear them out? Yes. Are my decisions based on thorough reasoning, so I usually have a case to argue with if need be? Yes.
Moving on to better things...
My Lomo is now filled with pictures that need to be developed, need to go to Wal-Mart stat. A friend from Colorado introduced me to a 365 day photography-blog thing, where you take one picture every day for a year, and post them on a blog. Which, I might do, if I find a working camera / scanner that will hook up to my computer. (I always have petty, insignificant problems like those, it's rather frustrating. I feel as though nothing ever fully works out for anyone, ever. We humans just can't have everything to go perfect, just for a day.)
Remember when I said I'm dieting? Well, I exaggerated a little.
Okay, I completely LIED. Call me a liar, a backstabber, untrustworthy, unloyal...
Well, now, I'm FOR REAL dieting. Seriously. Not because I'm a super-mega-fatty, but because I'm lazy and gluttonous (whether it appears to be so or not) and I need to be healthier. And I'm serious about it this time, others are on the adventure with me. No kidding. Call my lawyer.
Also, I've developed an almost obsessive hatred for the Twilight series. Just the name makes me cringe. Stephenie Meyer has defaced tasteful literature and Dracula's reputation. VAMPIRES WILL NEVER FUCKING SPARKLE IN MY WORLD. Not only does the poor writing infuriate me, but the FANS. God the FAAANS. They're ridiculous. Not once have I met a remotely sophisticated fan of the series. (Please entice me, if you're a fan. And give me reasons to appreciate Meyer's work. I've already read the first book, found it excrutiating to bear and incredibly tedious and felt an urge to vomit in my mouth several times. And the characters??? SOOO unlikable!) The most die-hard fans are so primitive. I stumbled across this fan (click here), mildly entertaining and mildly retarded.
So there's that. And I don't want to type about much else. So enjoy.
**My sincere apologies for not updating this thing constantly, I've been as busy as a bee. Busy as a young, female, Chinese bee performing gymnastics in the Olympics.
I thought senior year would blow big, hairy testis since I rid myself of horrid friends. Instead, odds were incredibly in my favor and I'm happy as ever. I made new friends, and oddly each of them were previously friends with horrid people as well, and now we all have our own little sect (and so different from each other, we are). Each of us had terrible feelings about this year, and senior year began swimmingly well for us. (As for our ex-friends, theirs seemed to begin quite rocky. Smileyface.)
( Speaking of horrid friends, I've decided that in person, I wouldn't put anyone off. I'd still treat my ex-friends with respect. And I have. Here's a fact to lead into the next paragraph: I've always been the person they come to for advice. Unlike them, I listen and give my honest take on things, and their problems have always been fairly simple to deal with so I'd pull some rational Dr. Phils. Only, without the insane metaphors.
So, here's what's up. One of my ex-friends makes a stupid decision and can't own up to the consequences, so she's crying, and I'm like...you know, I'll help her. I hate to be any form of a pseudo-intellectual or a conceited douche, but I know for a fact that they wouldn't be as mature as they are without the advice I've given them in the past. So I text my ex-friend, ask her if she wants to talk about it, and she gives me a problem and I give her the whole "Accept that it's your fault and own up to it, take it as prep for the future" lecture. And some other words to soothe her sadness. So, at least she thanked me. Pretty much all my "Being there for people" has been disregarded and unappreciated except for by one of my ex-friends (not the one I'm discussing in this story). So I figured, she'll probably want to talk to me a little more, she'll probably treat me like I'm more of a person. Well, she didn't. Things are still the same, and I need to stop expecting any more from people, especially the hopeless ones, and I refuse to lend anymore help no matter how unfortunate the case. I mean, seriously, they were NEVER EVER EVER EVER, and I mean this, EVER there for me. They've never treated me with respect, not that they're "super duper lucky to have been my friend," but I was their friend, and I deserved better. I just can't be friends who make me feel miserable. I don't know what the hell took me so long to figure that out. But I'm relieved now, and I have a new "group," and we treat each other like gold.)
And Je'uth Chrith, I can't give one god damn opinion without getting jumped on for it. Seriously, wanna hear something silly? My acquaintance says she's going hunting today (my acquaintance who is an avid PETA supporter, not kidding) and I say, "I just lost a little respect for you! (Obviously in a playful way.) Not only are you murdering animals, but you're supporting the gun laws!" Then I went on SUCH a small Twilight rant because she claims to be obsessed with the novels. And I know why she claimed that, it's rather immature, and I won't post the reason as to avoid embarassment for her AND myself. All I said in my tiny rant was that Twilight is poor literature and Meyer's take on vampires licks balls. I even added that it was just her opinion and that I'd leave that alone from then on. And, fuck me in the butt, she replies, so pathetically, "Um...okay...I don't criticize what you read, I only went hunting for the outside experience...thanks for being honest, but sometimes it's just best if you leave things alone." Like...what does that even mean? Even MORE reason for me to not leave things alone. Like, really? Was she really offended by this? Please suck my tit, you fucking baby. I always give my take on things. Don't get your selfish little panties in a wad. Or just don't talk to me. (Why do I say selfish? Because here's a problem with people. It's always about THEM and if someone else's views don't suit THEM, they whine like kitties in heat. Another reason our country is not progressing: People won't give anyone else's opinions the time of day.) Cuuunt. And in all honesty, I couldn't give TWO SHITS if someone criticized my decisions. Will I hear them out? Yes. Are my decisions based on thorough reasoning, so I usually have a case to argue with if need be? Yes.
Moving on to better things...
My Lomo is now filled with pictures that need to be developed, need to go to Wal-Mart stat. A friend from Colorado introduced me to a 365 day photography-blog thing, where you take one picture every day for a year, and post them on a blog. Which, I might do, if I find a working camera / scanner that will hook up to my computer. (I always have petty, insignificant problems like those, it's rather frustrating. I feel as though nothing ever fully works out for anyone, ever. We humans just can't have everything to go perfect, just for a day.)
Remember when I said I'm dieting? Well, I exaggerated a little.
Okay, I completely LIED. Call me a liar, a backstabber, untrustworthy, unloyal...
Well, now, I'm FOR REAL dieting. Seriously. Not because I'm a super-mega-fatty, but because I'm lazy and gluttonous (whether it appears to be so or not) and I need to be healthier. And I'm serious about it this time, others are on the adventure with me. No kidding. Call my lawyer.
Also, I've developed an almost obsessive hatred for the Twilight series. Just the name makes me cringe. Stephenie Meyer has defaced tasteful literature and Dracula's reputation. VAMPIRES WILL NEVER FUCKING SPARKLE IN MY WORLD. Not only does the poor writing infuriate me, but the FANS. God the FAAANS. They're ridiculous. Not once have I met a remotely sophisticated fan of the series. (Please entice me, if you're a fan. And give me reasons to appreciate Meyer's work. I've already read the first book, found it excrutiating to bear and incredibly tedious and felt an urge to vomit in my mouth several times. And the characters??? SOOO unlikable!) The most die-hard fans are so primitive. I stumbled across this fan (click here), mildly entertaining and mildly retarded.
So there's that. And I don't want to type about much else. So enjoy.
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