Recap

So a while ago I decided I wanted great amounts of mediocrity in my life, so as to karmically counterbalance so I didn't have to deal with great highs or lows.
aaaaand it kinda worked
For a while.

Until people started coming back home from college. I have had some really good times, and some really not good times since then. When did people turn into pricks? What prompted people to turn into assholes? Is it just me that is the asshole and everyone else stayed the same? And what the hell, right?

So if I am unpleasant to you/someone around you, just realise it's because you/someone around you is being a dick and I don't want to have to deal with that so I am trying to get you to
a- shut up
and b- go away.
Nothing personal.
People change.
And I am rather annoyed with karma that it is usually for the worse.
Although when they change for the better... wow, do they change for the better.

Were You Aware...

the Batman theme from the '60's is just a surf-blues I-IV-I-V-IV-I pattern with people going "Nanna nanna nanna nanna nanna nanna nanna nanna BATMAN!"?

Where I end and you begin

So I decided today that LIFE cereal is a metaphor for life. I mean, there are a ton of cereals out there, but only LIFE is really fulfilling, good for you, and pretty good too. I mean, don't get me wrong, there are plenty of other cereals that are hella better than life. The cinnamon bun Swirlz, Waffle Crisp, Blueberry Morning, the Oreo cereal before they made it all craptacular by adding the marshmallow bits. But really, if you think about it, do you need more than the stuff in LIFE? Do you need those attractive marshmallow bits that turn your milk blue? Do you need the lumps of sweet oats? the freeze dried fruit? the 400%DV of fiber?

Also, Cinnamon Life is a metaphor for awesome.

Only without that metaphor bit.

Calming down

You know, after last night, I realised that I don't really care whether you people call me or not. Nine times out of ten, I just end up embarrassed to know you and ultimately annoyed.

Seriously, if you're going to repeat stuff, stop. Try NOT talking entirely in inside-jokes. Don't sit quiet until right after one of your friends talks, to reminisce about a time the joke they just said was actually relevant.

Lets try that, assholes.

What do trees have with their hot wings?

So today pretty much sucked. On the back end of a cold, but had to go to work. I mean, really. I still have to deal with a bunch of the symptoms, but have to function like a normal person. The zoo. fuck that.
And then the coming home, hoping someone would have a plan layed out for discing (it was gorgeous out) or B-Dubs or something. At least B-Dubs. Nope. No one called me. No one AIM'd me. God fucking damn it I feel like just because I dropped out of college, none of my friends who are going to college want to be around me. Whatever. Fuckin deer. Didn't wanna talk to you anyway.

So here I am, waiting for the internet to entertain me. fat chance. It's a tuesday.

I just really wish people would a- stop being flakes b- stop judging and c- Call me you fucking pieces of fucking shit. Goddamn i am bored.


Oh, and the answer to the titular bad joke is "Branch Dressing"

interplanetary exploration

Wow i feel like shit.
Seriously.
Whatever I caught (i'm pretty sure i caught it- pretty sure it's not allergies)
has knocked me on my ass pretty good.

So if ia m not around or tuyping will, just know that it is the mirafculous vawesomev cold i have.

bitches

linkxorz

Watch this and wish it was real

Radio Silence, again

have you ever achieved a dream? how many dreams have you abandoned?
How much money do you spend on mass marketed mind numbing gossip, trash, prolefeed?
why should other people decide what set of morals are right? Morality is not objective.
What have you accomplished in life? Will you ever be written about? Why not?
Do you have any dreams? Why haven't you accomplished them?
Do you sleep well at night? Do you consider yourself better than anyone else?
Have you ever sat with the TV off, no music playing, no lights, no external stimuli?
In death we trust for only death is a certainty. Are you afraid of death?
Do you ever live? Do you ever shut up?
How many of the people you surround yourself with do you trust? How many do you love? How many lies have you told? How many lies will you tell before you die? How much of what you own do you need?
Who decides what the right thing to do is? You? Me? If you dropped dead today, whould anyone care? Would anyone attend your funeral just out of pity?
What is stopping you from donating a dollar to a charity? Would you really miss one dollar so bad?
What is inside us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering? Have you accomplished any of the dreams you've ever had?
Do you ever need solitude, quiet contemplation? Not white noise, but pure silence? No loneliness, but gentle solitude? Thinking on your own rather than teacting to stimuli? Is it hard to look away?
Who decides what truth is? What gives them this right? Because they have seen it occur? Have they ever lied in their life? Does this put their credibility in question? What gives you the right to decide for others what is right or wrong? Why?
You will die eventually. Everyone will eventually and you cannot stop it.
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.
Judge lest you be judged
not

Hey kids! Collect enough pictures of Mr Washington and you can buy happiness!
Pick and choose which rules you break. Is one who speeds while driving a better or worse person than one who evades taxes or cheats on their spouse or kills someone?
MORALS are not a universal code. Only by following your own can you be truely happy.
All opinions are created equal, and none should be forced on others.







Thank you, hopefully this was pseudoemo enough for all you five people that check this.