--> We listen to them because the human race has a morbid fascination with the negative.
I wonder if optometrists could invent transitions contact lenses.
Sometimes I think gay people are more homophobic than straight people.
I also sometimes think minorities are more racist than the white people they accuse.
If I moved to Spain to work, I would learn to speak Spanish.
Occasionally I wonder if I'm the only person who thinks I have good things to say.
If you read my blog, please comment so I know I'm not just writing this to myself like the loser I try to convince myself I'm not. It doesn't even have to be a full sentence. A period or some other mark of punctuation will be sufficient. I just want to know you're there.
There was an Altoid avalanche on the stairs by the mailroom.
I think I'm really going to love it here. I think there are people who really just get it. Get what it's like for no one to get it and understand that it's not just okay to struggle, but natural even. That things that come naturally to some people just don't to others. That we're all just on this journey together and although our ups and downs are all going to be different, the point is we're all going to have ups and downs. I'm ready to be creative. Let me at 'em.
These are just random thoughts that passed through my head today.
I also sometimes think minorities are more racist than the white people they accuse.
If I moved to Spain to work, I would learn to speak Spanish.
Occasionally I wonder if I'm the only person who thinks I have good things to say.
If you read my blog, please comment so I know I'm not just writing this to myself like the loser I try to convince myself I'm not. It doesn't even have to be a full sentence. A period or some other mark of punctuation will be sufficient. I just want to know you're there.
There was an Altoid avalanche on the stairs by the mailroom.
I think I'm really going to love it here. I think there are people who really just get it. Get what it's like for no one to get it and understand that it's not just okay to struggle, but natural even. That things that come naturally to some people just don't to others. That we're all just on this journey together and although our ups and downs are all going to be different, the point is we're all going to have ups and downs. I'm ready to be creative. Let me at 'em.
These are just random thoughts that passed through my head today.
"Then the clouds opened up and God said, 'I hate you Alfalfa.'"
Update: I guess I wasn't done thinking for the day.
I think this bee thinks my computer is a flower.
If you stumbled upon me right now, you might think me very collegiate. I feel collegiate. I'm sitting under a tree with my back against the trunk. The sky is blue. My laptop computer is sitting in my lap (go figure) and here I am typing away at it while occasionally eating part of the scone I just bought from the food court. If you saw me right now, you'd probably also think I was listening to music but the truth is I really just have my headphones on so no one will bother me. I'm not actually listening to anything at all (although I plan to). What you'd never know though, is that I'm actually looking for ants. Yes ants. The little black things that can carry 100 times their weight and seem to be attracted to red and white checkered picnic blankets. It's for an art assignment.
Oh my god. I just found ants with wings!
...
They flew away. -insert sad face here-
I don't think anyone gives a damn about what I have to say on here. Knock knock. Hello. Cricket. Pen drop. Etc.
I hope no one else saw that...
This tree root is starting to put my butt to sleep.
OH! What I originally started to edit this blog for besides telling you (if there is a you out there) about the ants. What I wanted to say is that I hate automatic flush toilets. Yes, I understand that they help prevent the spread of germs. But holy crap (no pun intended) today I was in a restroom with an automatic flush toilet and it flushed like, 4 times. I flushed when I sat down. It flushed when I leaned over to grab toilet paper. It flushed when I stood up (the only time it was actually supposed to). And then it flushed when I turned around to get the stall door open and leave. So, while that toilet may prevent the spread of germs that I would have killed 30 seconds later anyway by washing my hands like I'm supposed to, it wasted a lot of water in the process. Plus, it still didn't protect me from all of the germs that are on the handle to the stall door that I had to touch to get it open on my way out.
Speaking of toilets that waste water, my dorm here has "green handles." Yes, they are called "green" because they're supposedly good for saving water and helping the environment, but they're also literally the color green. Anyway, the point is that if you only go #1 (liquid waste - as it descriptively says on the accompanying plaque) you lift up on the handle and it only uses however much water one clipart water droplet represents. If you go #2 (solid waste - again, thank you plaque) you push down on the handle and it uses three clipart water droplets' worth of water. That sounds really good in theory. The only problem with it is, when you only go number #1 and you pull up on the handle to try to conserve water, it never gets it all down. The stream just jets out really fast and I'm convinced it just opens and closes quickly because all it does is tear up the toilet paper so you have all these fragments of used TP in the bottom of the bowl now, plus the water in the bowl is always, always, still tinged slightly yellow. So you have to flush it again. And then sometimes a third time. And by the time you've flushed it three times it's used the exact same amount of water as if I had just flushed #1 using the #2 method, so it's really not saving water at all. So that's that.
I'm going to post this again and look for more ants and maybe actually play some music. I might update again tonight. If I think some more.
Oh! There's an ant. Gotta go!
Update (Again): I know. How did I come up with even more to say?
I guess in a really narcissistic way, I want to be the only one who gets it. And when I come across someone who makes me know I'm not, I kind of flip out. I know how stupid that sounds. I should be excited, right? That someone else gets it? But I'm not. Because that means there's just one more thing that isn't unique about me. I keep trying to find something about me that makes me different. And every time I think I do, I see someone or hear something that tells me someone already wrote my words or thought my thoughts or whatever it may be. And then I feel like shit.
I hate having to go to the bathroom. I was completely comfortable outside. But then I had to pee. And I had to pick up all of my stuff and come inside to go to the bathroom and use that dumb "green" toilet handle. And even though I was enjoying sitting outside under that tree and looking all collegiate, I'm inside now and I don't feel like dragging all my stuff out there again.
I actually did start listening to some music in case you were wondering (you probably werent'). Bo Burnham (Go figure.) Maybe it's just Bo I want to feel like gets it. If he says something that makes me feel he gets it, I feel like we could be friends. But other people get what he gets and what I get and then I'm not important any more. And I can't be.
And this makes me feel sorry for myself. And I hate that. And I just...
It's all a hot mess.
You know what else? I have a lot of friends and people who care about me. But I always feel like there's someone they care about more. Like, let's just say there's Friend A, B and Me. And if all three of us had to choose one person, A would choose B and B would choose A and then there would be me.
I'm so glad our gym teachers always assigned us teams in school.
Maybe I should stop thinking for the day.
I think that's a good idea for now.
Love,
A Spastic Fat Chick
Update (Again): I know. How did I come up with even more to say?
I guess in a really narcissistic way, I want to be the only one who gets it. And when I come across someone who makes me know I'm not, I kind of flip out. I know how stupid that sounds. I should be excited, right? That someone else gets it? But I'm not. Because that means there's just one more thing that isn't unique about me. I keep trying to find something about me that makes me different. And every time I think I do, I see someone or hear something that tells me someone already wrote my words or thought my thoughts or whatever it may be. And then I feel like shit.
I hate having to go to the bathroom. I was completely comfortable outside. But then I had to pee. And I had to pick up all of my stuff and come inside to go to the bathroom and use that dumb "green" toilet handle. And even though I was enjoying sitting outside under that tree and looking all collegiate, I'm inside now and I don't feel like dragging all my stuff out there again.
I actually did start listening to some music in case you were wondering (you probably werent'). Bo Burnham (Go figure.) Maybe it's just Bo I want to feel like gets it. If he says something that makes me feel he gets it, I feel like we could be friends. But other people get what he gets and what I get and then I'm not important any more. And I can't be.
And this makes me feel sorry for myself. And I hate that. And I just...
It's all a hot mess.
You know what else? I have a lot of friends and people who care about me. But I always feel like there's someone they care about more. Like, let's just say there's Friend A, B and Me. And if all three of us had to choose one person, A would choose B and B would choose A and then there would be me.
I'm so glad our gym teachers always assigned us teams in school.
Maybe I should stop thinking for the day.
I think that's a good idea for now.
Love,
A Spastic Fat Chick
Ding-dong. You make me laugh.
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