King Me, Cut Me
So I was just blog surfing and now I'm upset. I was having lots of fun not wasting my time and learning and being entertained and things of that nature reading a blog called It's All in the Timing. This person's name is rook, who is a viola player, is ranked #1 in their class, spent a lot of time talking about friendships and has best friends who are female. So I had this picture of who they were, and in their profile it says he's a guy, as opposed to the opposite of a guy (a girl). So yes, I was completely wrong. And the voice I have in my head when I was reading their blogs was emanating from a feminine source, and after I learned Rook was a guy, I reread some stuff to see if it made any sense that he was indeed male, and my internal voice was masculine. I felt foolish, for I was 100% positive it was a female, until I checked the profile. So, she may be lying about gender, but why? Every stereotype I have of females was shot. The name, the viola, the class rank...it all fit perfectly into the category of female. So then I was thinking it was their fault for being so feminine in terms of talking about friendships. Seriously, if you read the posts, they are all things something a girl would write about. Dah. Anyways, I was of the mindset that I would compliment this person on their posts and thoughts, until I learned the terrible misfortune that is their gender. Guys don't compliment guys unless you know them. Otherwise it's classified as hitting on them. I read it somewhere. It's a scientific fact.
But I've just been sitting here at my desk for the last 2 hours reading. I woke up at 1230 for some reason and I'm not tired. I nearly destroyed my alarm clock this morning trying to turn it off with haste and fury, then returned to sleep. I woke up to Mark saying the F word repeatedly. His schedule got F***ed up, hardcore. One of his classes got the time changed, and now he can't take physics, and the classes just aren't being offered to accomodate his major, and now he'll probably have to take summer classes to stay on track. Last semester Microscopy got cancelled at the last second and that messed him up bad too. So mark isn't off to a good beginning. And nick's check didn't go through and today is just generally people running around getting everything fixed. Not me though! I'm lazily sitting here on my ass doing what I will. In fact, I'm actually starving and my stomach is eating itself. I haven't been this hungry in weeks. But if I was to eat I would have to get dressed, like put on socks and boots and coat and maybe even some pants, then trudge through multiple inches of snow for five minutes, only to arrive at a suboptimal eating facility during non-peak hours, so all they would have is cereal and bagels. I actually hadn't judged fairly how cold it was, but when Brian came in, he was covered in snow and his face was frozen red from cold, biting wind. I suppose I'll have to leave eventually though, to add a PE class I don't want, but need for the reason that it'll boost my GPA and that it's free. It won't even boost my GPA, it'll just be another A on a long list of A's, but since I'm allowed two more credits potentially, I'm going to take it since I paid for it anyways.
Recently I'm having this problem where I'll reach up to stretch or scratch my head and I'll have no hair on my head. I'll have a mini-heart attack, then realize I got my hair cut a few days ago. But I still expect to have hair on my head. It's really weird to think it's there then feel the truth. My hair is fun to play with though. I'm having fun doing it in between sentences. I thought about going all the way and going bald. It's nerf or nothing. I also thought I would be a lot colder without hair than I actually am. Or maybe it's just the fact that Alfred keeps these dorms in the 70's, and I can sleep comfortably with just a sheet. If I was at home, the walls are insulated poorly, and the downstairs wood fire isn't kept going on high all the time, so the house is frequently cold. The temperature fluxuates a lot on the farm. My sister was over yesterday, helping me pack, and she made the point that it was sad that her old room and my old room upstairs, are now being used as a refrigerator for alcoholic beverages. Speaking of alcoholic drinks, my mom a couple days ago was talking with my aunt, who was suggesting a recipe to cook. My mom: "oh that's okay, I don't really cook anymore." Aunt Gayle: "well you must cook sometime, so here." My mom: "No, John or Casey do all the cooking. We don't really have dinner anyway. My idea of a good dinner is beer and potato chips." My Aunt, thinking her joking: "hahaha, is that your idea?" My mom: "yeah, usually it's beer and potato chips. (pausing) and maybe a vegetable." I've seen my mom eat these things for dinner. The sad part is, when my dad was bringing it up as a comical conversation about my mom's comments, she proceeded to defend it! She said "no, beer is protein, chips are starch, vegetable is vegetable group, then all you need is a fruit." (I guess she neglected dairy). I pointed out that the calories in beer were from the alcohol, not from a healthy source, and potato chips were not healthy by any means, but it's hard to get through to her once she has an idea in her head. So if you one day find yourself eating chips and beer for a dinner, you're not alone, and it gets my mom's approval as per it's nutritional benefits.
Anyways, if ever you're bored and aren't opposed to reading, blog surf to your mind's desire. It truly is the most fun and worthwhile thing to read in my mind. I suppose it's a plus that reading about other people's lives doesn't make me feel like I have no life. It may or may not be true. But even those with no lives still have a life they live, so does it matter? As always, my belief is that generally things aren't as important as others make them out to be. You say huge catastrophic failure, I say it didn't work. Life's just easier to live if you have tough skin. Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all the small stuff. That a book title by the way. Don't overdue it and live like the author of The Power of Now. He lives almost exclusively in the present at all times, neglecting emotions, as they stem from something in the past or future. For eight years of his life he did absolutely nothing. It amazes me he's still alive. I'll give you the book if you're interested. Anyways, I'm debating whether I want to increase my traffic to this site. Nobody ever reads my words! I know how I could do it, and do it really well, but I also kinda like having an exclusive audience, even though I don't know what that audience is. I assume it consists mainly of people I know and who visit my profile, because I don't know how else you'll stumble upon it. Yes, the lack of comments saddens me. Do people have no thoughts on the things I say? Do I leave them speechless? Am I so far gone, that debate is futile? Am I not worth the effort it takes to respond? Questions plague my mind then quickly get exterminated by the resolution that laziness prevails over all. Elyse told me I was crazy today, and that made me happy. It's getting tougher and tougher to remain insane, as the number of insane around you increases, and you start looking saner by comparison. Yes, it's tough work to remain at the top of the chain of insanity, but sometimes I feel I'm up to it. Six months ago, I had no idea who I would become, what I would do. I was at the lenient stage where I could have turned into anyone. Luckily, people like neal have morphed me into a loon I can feel confident being. On the other hand, on many issues, I'm getting a lot more mature about. So I guess I feel like I'm getting wisened and mature, yet simultaneously turning insane and far more social. Anyways, until I repost, probably later today, I'll leave you with a question: what's a good question to end a blog entry with?
But I've just been sitting here at my desk for the last 2 hours reading. I woke up at 1230 for some reason and I'm not tired. I nearly destroyed my alarm clock this morning trying to turn it off with haste and fury, then returned to sleep. I woke up to Mark saying the F word repeatedly. His schedule got F***ed up, hardcore. One of his classes got the time changed, and now he can't take physics, and the classes just aren't being offered to accomodate his major, and now he'll probably have to take summer classes to stay on track. Last semester Microscopy got cancelled at the last second and that messed him up bad too. So mark isn't off to a good beginning. And nick's check didn't go through and today is just generally people running around getting everything fixed. Not me though! I'm lazily sitting here on my ass doing what I will. In fact, I'm actually starving and my stomach is eating itself. I haven't been this hungry in weeks. But if I was to eat I would have to get dressed, like put on socks and boots and coat and maybe even some pants, then trudge through multiple inches of snow for five minutes, only to arrive at a suboptimal eating facility during non-peak hours, so all they would have is cereal and bagels. I actually hadn't judged fairly how cold it was, but when Brian came in, he was covered in snow and his face was frozen red from cold, biting wind. I suppose I'll have to leave eventually though, to add a PE class I don't want, but need for the reason that it'll boost my GPA and that it's free. It won't even boost my GPA, it'll just be another A on a long list of A's, but since I'm allowed two more credits potentially, I'm going to take it since I paid for it anyways.
Recently I'm having this problem where I'll reach up to stretch or scratch my head and I'll have no hair on my head. I'll have a mini-heart attack, then realize I got my hair cut a few days ago. But I still expect to have hair on my head. It's really weird to think it's there then feel the truth. My hair is fun to play with though. I'm having fun doing it in between sentences. I thought about going all the way and going bald. It's nerf or nothing. I also thought I would be a lot colder without hair than I actually am. Or maybe it's just the fact that Alfred keeps these dorms in the 70's, and I can sleep comfortably with just a sheet. If I was at home, the walls are insulated poorly, and the downstairs wood fire isn't kept going on high all the time, so the house is frequently cold. The temperature fluxuates a lot on the farm. My sister was over yesterday, helping me pack, and she made the point that it was sad that her old room and my old room upstairs, are now being used as a refrigerator for alcoholic beverages. Speaking of alcoholic drinks, my mom a couple days ago was talking with my aunt, who was suggesting a recipe to cook. My mom: "oh that's okay, I don't really cook anymore." Aunt Gayle: "well you must cook sometime, so here." My mom: "No, John or Casey do all the cooking. We don't really have dinner anyway. My idea of a good dinner is beer and potato chips." My Aunt, thinking her joking: "hahaha, is that your idea?" My mom: "yeah, usually it's beer and potato chips. (pausing) and maybe a vegetable." I've seen my mom eat these things for dinner. The sad part is, when my dad was bringing it up as a comical conversation about my mom's comments, she proceeded to defend it! She said "no, beer is protein, chips are starch, vegetable is vegetable group, then all you need is a fruit." (I guess she neglected dairy). I pointed out that the calories in beer were from the alcohol, not from a healthy source, and potato chips were not healthy by any means, but it's hard to get through to her once she has an idea in her head. So if you one day find yourself eating chips and beer for a dinner, you're not alone, and it gets my mom's approval as per it's nutritional benefits.
Anyways, if ever you're bored and aren't opposed to reading, blog surf to your mind's desire. It truly is the most fun and worthwhile thing to read in my mind. I suppose it's a plus that reading about other people's lives doesn't make me feel like I have no life. It may or may not be true. But even those with no lives still have a life they live, so does it matter? As always, my belief is that generally things aren't as important as others make them out to be. You say huge catastrophic failure, I say it didn't work. Life's just easier to live if you have tough skin. Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all the small stuff. That a book title by the way. Don't overdue it and live like the author of The Power of Now. He lives almost exclusively in the present at all times, neglecting emotions, as they stem from something in the past or future. For eight years of his life he did absolutely nothing. It amazes me he's still alive. I'll give you the book if you're interested. Anyways, I'm debating whether I want to increase my traffic to this site. Nobody ever reads my words! I know how I could do it, and do it really well, but I also kinda like having an exclusive audience, even though I don't know what that audience is. I assume it consists mainly of people I know and who visit my profile, because I don't know how else you'll stumble upon it. Yes, the lack of comments saddens me. Do people have no thoughts on the things I say? Do I leave them speechless? Am I so far gone, that debate is futile? Am I not worth the effort it takes to respond? Questions plague my mind then quickly get exterminated by the resolution that laziness prevails over all. Elyse told me I was crazy today, and that made me happy. It's getting tougher and tougher to remain insane, as the number of insane around you increases, and you start looking saner by comparison. Yes, it's tough work to remain at the top of the chain of insanity, but sometimes I feel I'm up to it. Six months ago, I had no idea who I would become, what I would do. I was at the lenient stage where I could have turned into anyone. Luckily, people like neal have morphed me into a loon I can feel confident being. On the other hand, on many issues, I'm getting a lot more mature about. So I guess I feel like I'm getting wisened and mature, yet simultaneously turning insane and far more social. Anyways, until I repost, probably later today, I'll leave you with a question: what's a good question to end a blog entry with?
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