Friday, January 29, 2010 0 comments

Look at that Russian up there. Woo! It means 'Hi.' I'm practically fluent, guys. No, not really. I'm just really bored before class. Can you guess which class is next? I bet you can, you smart people you. I like Russian a lot. It's so much easier than one would think. Then again, our professor is awesome. He always makes the class enjoyable. Make note of that, aspiring teachers.

Now, on a completely random note: Why doesn't anyone like the movie 'Slither?' Seriously, it's so funny! But everyone's like "It's gross." Well, in response to that I say, look at the title. Excuse me while I slam my head against this brick wall. Do people honestly think at all before they open their mouths? (And before you make snide little comments to yourself, I am guilty as charged, pard). But for serious, you should watch it. Because Nathan's in it and he has a hick accent, and it's adorable. Oh, hey! Speaking of, I totes bought the Collector's Edition of Serenity the other day. Tis awesome and yes, that burning feeling behind your eyes? It's jealousy. Or maybe you should get some sleep. I don't know. A doctor, I am not.

Semi-speakin of! This dude tried to psychoanalyze me over AIM the other day. He's like "I'm looking at this from a purely psychological point of view" and I'm like, "You dropped out of your freshman year of college."

Seriously, who does the dude think he is? I'd understand it more if I actually knew this person but come on. You don't know me. I'm all...deep and shit. Or I'm not. Point is: you don't know. And if you're reading this, random AIMer, yes, I'm still mad.

I wanna do something, but then I don't. But then, I need to actually go to class in six minutes. Either way, I've lost myself again in this quagmire of words. (spewing with eloquence, no doubt). And I'ma leave. Laters.

How many flies does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Two! But don't ask me how they got in there


Tuesday, January 26, 2010 1 comments

So, I'm sitting here, totally not wanting to go to Astronomy, because it's way the flip over there *points* and I'm here *gestures* and I just don't want to. But I will, eventually. Until that time, I shall post a meaningless bloggymajig!

I feel like I should put some kind of disclaimer on here.

1: Don't listen to me.

Seriously, anyone that can read on a second grade level and above knows that my 'arguments' are flawed. Why? Because they're not really arguments, guys. This is my rant! Do you feel it's fury, because it's there. Fo shiz, up the spout (you should so know what movie that's from). Anyway, yeah, don't listen to me. Don't take anything I have to say into consideration because, hey, I'm super flawed in everything. I don't like to write arguments, because I fail at them. Because I'm a hypocrite. To quote fiction: Let he who is without sin blah blah blah.

Anywho, yeah, there's that. I just felt like I should put it out there. Because I don't want people thinking that I think that I'm some sort of generation arugumentation badass. Tis just not so. I'm sure you knew that just by reading, but I just wanted to make sure. Because, I'm so...freakin...kind. :P

Oh! and hey, look at what I did! Look around you and see the color! Because I did that. It was hard, too, for the technological failure. It doesn't look half bad, methinks. I did have a little Australian tech support though, which I am grateful for. Who doesn't want to be Australians? Seriously. Well, if you want to be one, too bad! Because that have quite the angry immigration laws, I hear. Anyfreakinway, I'm done here. And I pity the fool that reads through all of this, haha. Word salad to the max.

"Follow Me" and everything is alright...or is it?

Friday, January 22, 2010 0 comments

So, I'm sitting here, completely in denial about the fact that I'm addicted to the computer and I look over at an ad. The ad has the Red M&M on it and the caption says "Follow Red on Twitter."

Now, take a moment to let that sink in.

Follow the Red M&M on Twitter. Did we all take shrooms? Are M&M's alive and no one told me? Last time I checked, sober, M&M's weren't alive. And yet we're supposed to follow them on Twitter? Seriously? I can't handle it. That was the M&M on the cake, so to speak. Twitter has got to stop, methinks. Honestly, who cares? Who really cares? Yes, I have a blog but as I've stated, it's just for rants. Yes, I totally plugged my blog on my FF account. But do I expect everyone to hang on my every word? To agree with everything I'm saying and laugh along with me and smile and cry and all that jazz with me? No! I just want someone to look at the thing. And hey, if they never come back, no skin off of my nose. If no one ever looks at this blog ever, I'm pretty sure I'll get over it. In fact, I am.

Back to Twitter. What do you think you would do if someone came up to you on the street and asked to "Follow you?" Would accept that? Or would you call the cops. If you had any sense at all, you'd call the cops. And yet loads and loads of people are following each other one Twitter.


What a wonderful choice of word. A bunch of followers, this society is. Now, I'm not going to lie: I do my share of following. I wear clothes (none of them but the Chucks on my feet are name brand, but I wear them.) I buy brand name shampoo because it makes my hair soft and smell good and I buy name brand food because I sometimes don't trust store brand. And, of course, I have many more following downfalls. But to hang on someone's 150 character plus "tweet?" I would never allow myself to stoop so low. If I wanted to know what someone had to say, I'd send them an email, letter, phone call, text, not check their Twitter. You know why? Because I care. Maybe not enough. Maybe not as much as I should. But I can definitely say that I'm being less lazy than those who check someone's tweet. Not to mention, the Tweets that I've seen are beyond boring.

"Just took a dump"

"Work was killer!"

"Breakfast, work, gym"

"I'm having a miscarriage during my meeting! Sure saves on abortion!"

Okay, so the last one isn't boring, but that was a legitimate tweet, albeit paraphrased by me. I mean, what has our society come to that we're so narcissistic to post things like that? Do you honestly think I care about that? Even when I ask you personally "Hey, what are you up to?" Do I really care or am I making conversation? I'd like to say that I really cared. But usually, I don't. And I think most people are the same way.

Now, that offers a counter argument: Are we narcissistic in the fact that we don't care? In the fact that we only ask what someone's up to if we have ulterior motives with them?

On another note: What's the big deal with being famous nowadays? Hey, I'd love the money too, but I'm being realistic. But no, everyone has to have a famous blog/vlog, everyone has to get their hit song out. Fame, fame, fame. It's all just flying over my head and I feel like...I don't know. I feel angered. Can ya tell? Anywho...rant over.


Wednesday, January 20, 2010 2 comments

I feel like I may have done something wrong here, with the title. But, I can't be bothered to fix it. Tis only a title after all. Here's an interesting question to pose: Are blogs merely for those that are conceited?

I mean, really, doesn't every reader ever thrive on my every word...ever? Or is that beside the point? Is it courageous or something to post what you feel for the world to see? Is it a cry for help? "Oh, please read and comment so I know that someone out there hears my screams of anguish!?" (I really am too good at angst.) /wrist.

Anywho, I thought I'd start a blog. No clue if I'll remember this tomorrow or not. And hey, you know what? You can totes read it if you want to. But you know what else? You totes don't have to. And I think that's the point of a blog, maybe. A blog is for the blogger. At least, that's how it should be, in my opinion. So, this might not even be a blog. I might just rant (then again, maybe it's a perfect example of a blog.)

But I feel like I have to write more original works. Lately it's just copied stuff. Granted, I do try my hardest to make it my own and I know that in the long run it will help me as a writer. No shame at all in re-writing what's already been written, right? As long as you make it your own? As long as you make it something? Speaking of, ever read geophf's blog? Hmm...consider it. I would post a link, but I'm pretty well a technological failure.

So, this blog will probably be for ranting, or for me to post lame jokes. Like right now. Ready? Are you watching? Because it's totes happening right...now:

Why is Edward Cullen so pale?
Because there are no lights in the closet!

(Yeah he is!)