And applesauce. That is my breakfast today.
Hello, everyone- I'm back! Since the people I know read this blog only come on every once and awhile, and blog arguments and discuss philosophical things I know it maybe wasn't noticed. I just wanted to add that I'd be continuing my life blogging on this blog, my picture blogging on a Tumblr account and recently, I thought of starting another Tumblr account for my writing. It's easier to get followers there and also, it;s just way more enjoyable. And I miss David Karp's creation.
I'll give you those links later.
Meanwhile....what's new? Let's see, with me, I'm writing more regularly, trying to co-write with a friend, doing schoolwork (although I'm behind and should be doing that right now instead), and I've been visiting a lot. A lot. I feel like I am once again popular, like when a middle-schooler gets invited to BOTH of the freshman parties of the year- that popular. I've visited one of my favorite places in the world- Minneapolis for a week, went to Mexico on Missions, painted a cabin up North, outings to lakes and running and lots of good food...My life is going nicely It's also Autumn, which might help. I feel like myself in Autumn. I love the colors of Autumn. The cool air. The crisp grass and leaves. The aroma. The harvest luncheons and fairs and town gatherings. Halloween, Thanksgiving, everything.
Also, it means the annual "Polar Bear Plunge" is coming up at the local lake in town, which I've made up my mind to do. In winter.
That's about it. Well, not really. But. All I'm going to post for now. Sorry, not very interesting; it's just an update. But, you know. Enjoy.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Friday, November 5, 2010
Oompaloompas and Undescribable Depression
So much for a daily blog; I feel like I'm neglecting my [1] readers.
So lately I feel horrible and out of place.
For starters; I'm sick, which is enough to make anyone feel bad. But then there's something else, too. I don't even recognize what it is. I feel tired; all the time, constantly. I feel fed up and I don't want to deal with people, I don't even want to talk 90 percent of the time. Nothing interests me; not electronics, homework, reading, philosophizing about random things that have no real significance, writing, listening to music, sleeping, not even just sitting there. Basically everything you can think of to do in a standard setting.
Nothing.
What is that, even? Depression? Detachment? Some rare form of a serious disease I can't pronounce? Normally, I love all of those things. Normally, I am just a lazy procrastinator who really only does things that interest me.
And I'm starting to get scared. I can't care about anything.
Moving on, my love life is getting more and more fabricated as the days go on. Perhaps it was me who started it; maybe I went too far with the stories of lovers past. But all of a sudden, people are coming at me with questions about their love lives, because I am "such and expert" and "sooo good with, like, people". I mean, really- I live like the infamous Meme "foul bachelor frog", and you want life and love advice? Please, half the time I don't even want to deal with people.
No. Just no.
Another thing about this love life of mine- It is not that interesting. Personally, I do not see the need in having a steady "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" 24/7, when all you're going to do is dump each other the next week.
It's tiresome, and frankly, really pointless. If you want such a short and easy relationship, date a call girl.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
NOW. What else can we cover in this post? I feel as if I talked about everything current; which is pretty sad because it lasted for about 2 paragraphs.
-I went to Lacrosse this past weekend. I'm not going to dwell on it though, it really isn't that much of a story.
And not to be repetitive on topics, but I do have a new love interest. Well, not new, exactly, more like a recurring thing; kinda like the twilight movies. Never really goes away..
..Really bad analogy, sorry.
One more thing. If you're going to get a tan for the winter, please don't follow other peoples lead and go to a tanning salon. It's just so un-natural looking,you know? Just buy that crap in the bottle.
Saves money, and you can still look like an oompaloompa. [I just watched Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory recently, it was fantastic.]
Attractive look, really. And so....Until next time.
So lately I feel horrible and out of place.
For starters; I'm sick, which is enough to make anyone feel bad. But then there's something else, too. I don't even recognize what it is. I feel tired; all the time, constantly. I feel fed up and I don't want to deal with people, I don't even want to talk 90 percent of the time. Nothing interests me; not electronics, homework, reading, philosophizing about random things that have no real significance, writing, listening to music, sleeping, not even just sitting there. Basically everything you can think of to do in a standard setting.
Nothing.
What is that, even? Depression? Detachment? Some rare form of a serious disease I can't pronounce? Normally, I love all of those things. Normally, I am just a lazy procrastinator who really only does things that interest me.
And I'm starting to get scared. I can't care about anything.
Moving on, my love life is getting more and more fabricated as the days go on. Perhaps it was me who started it; maybe I went too far with the stories of lovers past. But all of a sudden, people are coming at me with questions about their love lives, because I am "such and expert" and "sooo good with, like, people". I mean, really- I live like the infamous Meme "foul bachelor frog", and you want life and love advice? Please, half the time I don't even want to deal with people.
No. Just no.
Another thing about this love life of mine- It is not that interesting. Personally, I do not see the need in having a steady "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" 24/7, when all you're going to do is dump each other the next week.
It's tiresome, and frankly, really pointless. If you want such a short and easy relationship, date a call girl.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
NOW. What else can we cover in this post? I feel as if I talked about everything current; which is pretty sad because it lasted for about 2 paragraphs.
-I went to Lacrosse this past weekend. I'm not going to dwell on it though, it really isn't that much of a story.
And not to be repetitive on topics, but I do have a new love interest. Well, not new, exactly, more like a recurring thing; kinda like the twilight movies. Never really goes away..
..Really bad analogy, sorry.
One more thing. If you're going to get a tan for the winter, please don't follow other peoples lead and go to a tanning salon. It's just so un-natural looking,you know? Just buy that crap in the bottle.
Saves money, and you can still look like an oompaloompa. [I just watched Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory recently, it was fantastic.]
Attractive look, really. And so....Until next time.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Arts, Angelina Jolie, and Coffee Drive-Thru's.
Well, hello again.
Today, I got up, thinking "today is the day". The day I get stuff done.
But nothing ever goes the way I plan. To start with, I woke up much to early, thanks to my abnormally morning-happy mother. Then, we had a heated discussion.
The highlight of my day though,[even though it's not yet over,] was when we hit the drive through coffee shop.
Picture this.
A really small, one room cabin, about 6 feet by 6 feet, standing in the middle of a parking lot. Yep, that is what this looked like. Anyways, I got a 4 dollar mocha [Okay, really, 4 dollars? I could buy the whole damn coffee bean tree for that price] and this made me generally happy.
Moving on to Walmart, which happens to be the only store other than Dollar General within a 40 mile radius of our town. This is where I bought my two dogs each a sweater, a black hoodie, and a pair of Superman boxer briefs. Because it has always been my dream to have one of those.
And food. A lot of food, because I eat like a 300 pound woman. [No offense.]
That is how my day went. The only other thing to add would be my procrastination regarding coursework, because, let's face it: It's not getting done. Even though I really need those credits to get my degree in philosophy.
Next subject: Arts. Which is gradually decreasing in this country. I'm completely serious.
How many teenagers, let alone adults do you know that truly appreciate these things? Art in any form; music, paintings, sculptures, heck, even poetry. Most people think of it as just that: music, paintings, sculptures, etc. And it really bothers me. No one seems to care anymore. But I wish they did. It's so under-appreciated; and there are so many talented people out there that could excel; but can't because there aren't jobs for it, or it doesn't pay well to be a musician or a traditional artist unless you're a famous rock-star or your name is Van Gogh.
It's ridiculous. Furthermore, why is culture so fricken stereotypical now?
When I ask people what they think culture is [Because, like I said, I fail at upholding social interactions and therefore bring up completely random subjects,] they say, "Oh. Well, like, you know..black people and what they used to wear in Africa, and what the traditions are of everyone..?"
Yeah, someone said that to me once, I was just in awe..standing there with my mouth open until I choked on a piece of gum.
Anyways, no one can really define culture anymore. Culture is "Excellence of taste in the fine arts and humanities, also known as high culture, An integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behavior that depends upon the capacity for symbolic thought and social learning, and The set of shared attitudes, values, goals, and practices that characterizes an institution, organization or group." It includes a lot of things, but it doesn't really say anything about black people, and where they come from.
How surprising.
On to another subject; I wish I could be a highly trained CIA cooperative. Yes, because I watched too many James Bond movies and crap as a child.
I'd be just like Angelina Jolie in that movie, "Wanted", only I would have more resources like Angelina Jolie in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith". Come to think of it, she is in almost every action movie I've seen...
Scratch that, I just want to be Angelina Jolie.
But forget Brad Pitt, I'd go for Jake Gyllenhaal. Because he's hot, and everyone knows that.
Now,I think I'm going to go play old-school Pacman on facebook, even though I can never pass level one. Even though I hate Facebook. But that's for another time.
Until next post..
Today, I got up, thinking "today is the day". The day I get stuff done.
But nothing ever goes the way I plan. To start with, I woke up much to early, thanks to my abnormally morning-happy mother. Then, we had a heated discussion.
The highlight of my day though,[even though it's not yet over,] was when we hit the drive through coffee shop.
Picture this.
A really small, one room cabin, about 6 feet by 6 feet, standing in the middle of a parking lot. Yep, that is what this looked like. Anyways, I got a 4 dollar mocha [Okay, really, 4 dollars? I could buy the whole damn coffee bean tree for that price] and this made me generally happy.
Moving on to Walmart, which happens to be the only store other than Dollar General within a 40 mile radius of our town. This is where I bought my two dogs each a sweater, a black hoodie, and a pair of Superman boxer briefs. Because it has always been my dream to have one of those.
And food. A lot of food, because I eat like a 300 pound woman. [No offense.]
That is how my day went. The only other thing to add would be my procrastination regarding coursework, because, let's face it: It's not getting done. Even though I really need those credits to get my degree in philosophy.
Next subject: Arts. Which is gradually decreasing in this country. I'm completely serious.
How many teenagers, let alone adults do you know that truly appreciate these things? Art in any form; music, paintings, sculptures, heck, even poetry. Most people think of it as just that: music, paintings, sculptures, etc. And it really bothers me. No one seems to care anymore. But I wish they did. It's so under-appreciated; and there are so many talented people out there that could excel; but can't because there aren't jobs for it, or it doesn't pay well to be a musician or a traditional artist unless you're a famous rock-star or your name is Van Gogh.
It's ridiculous. Furthermore, why is culture so fricken stereotypical now?
When I ask people what they think culture is [Because, like I said, I fail at upholding social interactions and therefore bring up completely random subjects,] they say, "Oh. Well, like, you know..black people and what they used to wear in Africa, and what the traditions are of everyone..?"
Yeah, someone said that to me once, I was just in awe..standing there with my mouth open until I choked on a piece of gum.
Anyways, no one can really define culture anymore. Culture is "Excellence of taste in the fine arts and humanities, also known as high culture, An integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behavior that depends upon the capacity for symbolic thought and social learning, and The set of shared attitudes, values, goals, and practices that characterizes an institution, organization or group." It includes a lot of things, but it doesn't really say anything about black people, and where they come from.
How surprising.
On to another subject; I wish I could be a highly trained CIA cooperative. Yes, because I watched too many James Bond movies and crap as a child.
I'd be just like Angelina Jolie in that movie, "Wanted", only I would have more resources like Angelina Jolie in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith". Come to think of it, she is in almost every action movie I've seen...
Scratch that, I just want to be Angelina Jolie.
But forget Brad Pitt, I'd go for Jake Gyllenhaal. Because he's hot, and everyone knows that.
Now,I think I'm going to go play old-school Pacman on facebook, even though I can never pass level one. Even though I hate Facebook. But that's for another time.
Until next post..
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
First posts are always the worst.
I have no clue why I start what I can't finish. I always desert these types of things.
It's not like I actually enjoy blogging that much, or that I can even put my thoughts into words that easily. I mean, can anyone put thoughts into the correct words? Really? But I figured, Why not? I had actually started a blog, way back, but I only got up to 3 posts and that was that.
I sincerely prefer Tumblr actually; pictures describe things almost as good as words.
But I said I would try.
What to talk about....I don't really have any sort of clue. I seem to fail at all types of social interactions, ever since about 5th grade. I don't know what it is; maybe it's just the enjoyment from solitude I seem to receive. And all my closest friends seem to be on the internet, which distresses me beyond belief.
How am I possibly supposed to succeed at anything if I don't even like talking to people, let alone being with them.
I prefer cats.
The weird thing is, is that while I love solitude and drowning in my own thoughts and theories, and I really dislike human company, I am nearly terrified in open spaces.
Yes, I have a fear of open spaces; not that there's a definite word for that. If you google it, it says "agoraphobia", but if you physically google "agoraphobia", it says "the fear of being someplace where help is not available; of having a panic attack in a place with no means of escape."
That definition does not help anyone, to say the least. Personally, I think it is ridiculous that they can have a definite word for the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth, but not open spaces.
But maybe I am worked up over nothing, perhaps their brains were too overloaded to think of another word for it.
Moving on.
I have recently taken to procrastination at an extreme. It is not even funny how extreme my procrastination is. At this point, I don't even bother studying, much less doing the actual coursework I am assigned. I have not touched homework in a month.
Which is really contradictory in a way; because I also have this fear of failure, and not being intellectual enough.
And you have to do coursework to be ahead, and to learn [certain things]..
Any tips for my procrastination difficulties??
NOTE:: You will come to find, if you actually take to reading this regularly, that I am a very complicated person, on many different levels. Probably some that you can relate to, I should hope.
This went on longer than expected. Sorry for the complete aimless-ness of this post.
Same time, tomorrow.
It's not like I actually enjoy blogging that much, or that I can even put my thoughts into words that easily. I mean, can anyone put thoughts into the correct words? Really? But I figured, Why not? I had actually started a blog, way back, but I only got up to 3 posts and that was that.
I sincerely prefer Tumblr actually; pictures describe things almost as good as words.
But I said I would try.
What to talk about....I don't really have any sort of clue. I seem to fail at all types of social interactions, ever since about 5th grade. I don't know what it is; maybe it's just the enjoyment from solitude I seem to receive. And all my closest friends seem to be on the internet, which distresses me beyond belief.
How am I possibly supposed to succeed at anything if I don't even like talking to people, let alone being with them.
I prefer cats.
The weird thing is, is that while I love solitude and drowning in my own thoughts and theories, and I really dislike human company, I am nearly terrified in open spaces.
Yes, I have a fear of open spaces; not that there's a definite word for that. If you google it, it says "agoraphobia", but if you physically google "agoraphobia", it says "the fear of being someplace where help is not available; of having a panic attack in a place with no means of escape."
That definition does not help anyone, to say the least. Personally, I think it is ridiculous that they can have a definite word for the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth, but not open spaces.
But maybe I am worked up over nothing, perhaps their brains were too overloaded to think of another word for it.
Moving on.
I have recently taken to procrastination at an extreme. It is not even funny how extreme my procrastination is. At this point, I don't even bother studying, much less doing the actual coursework I am assigned. I have not touched homework in a month.
Which is really contradictory in a way; because I also have this fear of failure, and not being intellectual enough.
And you have to do coursework to be ahead, and to learn [certain things]..
Any tips for my procrastination difficulties??
NOTE:: You will come to find, if you actually take to reading this regularly, that I am a very complicated person, on many different levels. Probably some that you can relate to, I should hope.
This went on longer than expected. Sorry for the complete aimless-ness of this post.
Same time, tomorrow.
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