IPOD
RADIO
has anybody ever accidentally gone to suicidegirl.com instead of suicidegirls.com ?
a little bit of a surprise. ;p
anyway,
i just hung out with my south african neighbor.
i've been mildly lustful of him since our first meeting, he's nice, has a nice accent, tanned, blue eyes... etc.
but...
anyway. we spent like two hours together talking, he grabbed me a beer, we talked about everything.
he just confuses me. he went from flirtatious to 'i'm married' to intelligent to racist to charming to rude......
i feel uncomfortable. kinda.... dumb.
ugh. i have so much homework. i think my brain is going to explode.
i want to make some more friends.
anybody wanna hang out? god.
a little bit of a surprise. ;p
anyway,
i just hung out with my south african neighbor.
i've been mildly lustful of him since our first meeting, he's nice, has a nice accent, tanned, blue eyes... etc.
but...
anyway. we spent like two hours together talking, he grabbed me a beer, we talked about everything.
he just confuses me. he went from flirtatious to 'i'm married' to intelligent to racist to charming to rude......
i feel uncomfortable. kinda.... dumb.
ugh. i have so much homework. i think my brain is going to explode.
i want to make some more friends.
anybody wanna hang out? god.
i come up with titles and then i write articles .... thats my secret.
i guess that's why sometimes i judge a book by it's cover, literally, not metaphorically speaking.....
i want to write an article like "ugly is the new pretty" and "your neighbor: limp handshake a sign of limp dick?"
this is what goes through my head during statistics class.
so..........
i was at a friends house warming party and something strange happened... my heart apparently just decided to stop beating.
i woke up in the ER, some nurse had botched my IV and my arm was covered in blood, it was kinda "ugh".
no brain damage, which is good......
they did a chest x-ray, ct scan, brainwash, and an ekg.... = absolutely nothing is wrong with my heart, but they did find out that i have bronchitis before i knew i had bronchitis....thanks, dr... oh! and the dr's name was Dr. Strange. un-be-leeeeeeeeeaveeeee-able.
they discharged me pumped full of xanax and other "chill the fuck out" pills. i was out for like 24 hours after that.
in conclusion: i have no idea what the fuck is going on.
but.....
hopefully there is a cosmic list of health problems that everybody can get in their lifetime and "heart randomly stopping" has been crossed off mine..... i'm trying to see this in a positive light. otherwise i kinda feel like a human fainting goat.
fainting goats are specially bred and used in sheep herds with more expensive animals so that if a predator gets ready to attack, the goat will pass out and be eaten while the other livestock apparently flee to safety.
if i am a fainting goat, i'm kinda worried about what is going to eat me. i guess this is metaphorically speaking.
i'm gonna just shut up about that now.
SO ANYWAY!
i moved into this apartment saturday.
i'm still kinda unpacking and putting shit away. classes started monday.
i'm in 16 hours of psychology graduate-level classes (why do they insist on putting undergrads in grad level? wtffffffffffff)........ and the past few days every time i've come into my apartment it smells like someone has just lit up a big fatty blunt (and yes, i'm talking pot, not effing swisher sweets or phillies or whatever),
and finally tonight i walked in after a long day of brain work and there was LITERALLY -SMOKE- in my apartment. i walked in, didn't even shut the front door, and walked right out the back door, which connects to this hallway, which is shared by everybody on my floor (three other apartments), and a laundry room.
so.
last night i'd already asked one floor-mate if it was them (i left 'em a note!). he ended up knocking on my door and introducing himself. Damian, i think? So, i was expecting a complete and total frat boy-esque college student..... he's a 40 year old wine maker from South freaking Africa who has just moved here to pursue a new type of grape................... ok, so, he's 40, but, uhhhhmmmm, HOT.
i feel kinda dirty thinking about him like that but he invited me to a football game tomorrow (uhhhh, sure?) and said he'd invite me over "for a coffee" sometime....
when he found out how old i am he said i'm just a baby.
I'm not sure i've come to a conclusive opinion of him but he's definitely .... Mmmmm.
that was a sound, ya know? like "delicious"? anyway, hes definitely delicious....
so we'll see what transpires.
i have been typing on here for a few months now and i realized i've never really talked about what i do or given anything substance-worthy to talk about...
i'm a former art student turned psychology buff.... i'm good at both, but in one profession you get commissioned to spout bullshit and in the other they pay you through an insurance company........
all of my friends come to me for advice. it sounds kind of ridiculous because i'm always on here bitching about one thing or another, usually health problems or depression (yay)..... i have a hard time finding my median between being completely self deprecating and sound like a conceited little shit....
i was going to type more, but i really have to get to bed.
early class (N).
I have this teacher from poland named Jadwiga Dolzycki and i really can't afford to not be awake for her class. her accent is so thick you could cut it with a DOLZYCKI! badum bum bummmmmmmmm.
i guess that's why sometimes i judge a book by it's cover, literally, not metaphorically speaking.....
i want to write an article like "ugly is the new pretty" and "your neighbor: limp handshake a sign of limp dick?"
this is what goes through my head during statistics class.
so..........
i was at a friends house warming party and something strange happened... my heart apparently just decided to stop beating.
i woke up in the ER, some nurse had botched my IV and my arm was covered in blood, it was kinda "ugh".
no brain damage, which is good......
they did a chest x-ray, ct scan, brainwash, and an ekg.... = absolutely nothing is wrong with my heart, but they did find out that i have bronchitis before i knew i had bronchitis....thanks, dr... oh! and the dr's name was Dr. Strange. un-be-leeeeeeeeeaveeeee-able.
they discharged me pumped full of xanax and other "chill the fuck out" pills. i was out for like 24 hours after that.
in conclusion: i have no idea what the fuck is going on.
but.....
hopefully there is a cosmic list of health problems that everybody can get in their lifetime and "heart randomly stopping" has been crossed off mine..... i'm trying to see this in a positive light. otherwise i kinda feel like a human fainting goat.
fainting goats are specially bred and used in sheep herds with more expensive animals so that if a predator gets ready to attack, the goat will pass out and be eaten while the other livestock apparently flee to safety.
if i am a fainting goat, i'm kinda worried about what is going to eat me. i guess this is metaphorically speaking.
i'm gonna just shut up about that now.
SO ANYWAY!
i moved into this apartment saturday.
i'm still kinda unpacking and putting shit away. classes started monday.
i'm in 16 hours of psychology graduate-level classes (why do they insist on putting undergrads in grad level? wtffffffffffff)........ and the past few days every time i've come into my apartment it smells like someone has just lit up a big fatty blunt (and yes, i'm talking pot, not effing swisher sweets or phillies or whatever),
and finally tonight i walked in after a long day of brain work and there was LITERALLY -SMOKE- in my apartment. i walked in, didn't even shut the front door, and walked right out the back door, which connects to this hallway, which is shared by everybody on my floor (three other apartments), and a laundry room.
so.
last night i'd already asked one floor-mate if it was them (i left 'em a note!). he ended up knocking on my door and introducing himself. Damian, i think? So, i was expecting a complete and total frat boy-esque college student..... he's a 40 year old wine maker from South freaking Africa who has just moved here to pursue a new type of grape................... ok, so, he's 40, but, uhhhhmmmm, HOT.
i feel kinda dirty thinking about him like that but he invited me to a football game tomorrow (uhhhh, sure?) and said he'd invite me over "for a coffee" sometime....
when he found out how old i am he said i'm just a baby.
I'm not sure i've come to a conclusive opinion of him but he's definitely .... Mmmmm.
that was a sound, ya know? like "delicious"? anyway, hes definitely delicious....
so we'll see what transpires.
i have been typing on here for a few months now and i realized i've never really talked about what i do or given anything substance-worthy to talk about...
i'm a former art student turned psychology buff.... i'm good at both, but in one profession you get commissioned to spout bullshit and in the other they pay you through an insurance company........
all of my friends come to me for advice. it sounds kind of ridiculous because i'm always on here bitching about one thing or another, usually health problems or depression (yay)..... i have a hard time finding my median between being completely self deprecating and sound like a conceited little shit....
i was going to type more, but i really have to get to bed.
early class (N).
I have this teacher from poland named Jadwiga Dolzycki and i really can't afford to not be awake for her class. her accent is so thick you could cut it with a DOLZYCKI! badum bum bummmmmmmmm.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
in case you find yourself in TROY, ILLINOIS on a nice monday evening out and about after dark taking photos on a secluded frontage road, BEWARE,
-ESPECIALLY- if you are accompanied by an ENGLISH MAN who isn't dumb enough not to tote around his passport wherever he goes BECAUSE:
YOU COULD BE ARRESTED FOR TRESPASSING even though you're on PUBLIC PROPERTY!
your ENGLISH friend might even be asked if he SPEAKS FUCKING ENGLISH!
and those PICTURES you're taking? a guy on his knees in front of a car? it's OBSCENE! nobody has the right to take such pictures! FUCK YOUR FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS!
SOMEBODY kick the power-hungry impala driving scum in the teeth because apparently asking a woman the same question three times and her final response being the refusal to answer a fourth is grounds for THREATENING her.
-a year ago- i was FUCKING a cop, and NOW? now i'd say something like "now i can't even get arrested" but UNFORTUNATELY that's not true.
watch out everybody!
Baboons with badges on the loose in Troy!
heaven forbid they actually respond to a real 911 call!
to serve and protect? how about to infringe and abuse!
horray for idiots ruining my night
horray for me letting idiots ruin my night
big fucking sigh.
and they ASKED if NELSON spoke ENGLISH, right after we said 'no his passport is at the house, he's from england".
SHOOT ME.
in case you find yourself in TROY, ILLINOIS on a nice monday evening out and about after dark taking photos on a secluded frontage road, BEWARE,
-ESPECIALLY- if you are accompanied by an ENGLISH MAN who isn't dumb enough not to tote around his passport wherever he goes BECAUSE:
YOU COULD BE ARRESTED FOR TRESPASSING even though you're on PUBLIC PROPERTY!
your ENGLISH friend might even be asked if he SPEAKS FUCKING ENGLISH!
and those PICTURES you're taking? a guy on his knees in front of a car? it's OBSCENE! nobody has the right to take such pictures! FUCK YOUR FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS!
SOMEBODY kick the power-hungry impala driving scum in the teeth because apparently asking a woman the same question three times and her final response being the refusal to answer a fourth is grounds for THREATENING her.
-a year ago- i was FUCKING a cop, and NOW? now i'd say something like "now i can't even get arrested" but UNFORTUNATELY that's not true.
watch out everybody!
Baboons with badges on the loose in Troy!
heaven forbid they actually respond to a real 911 call!
to serve and protect? how about to infringe and abuse!
horray for idiots ruining my night
horray for me letting idiots ruin my night
big fucking sigh.
and they ASKED if NELSON spoke ENGLISH, right after we said 'no his passport is at the house, he's from england".
SHOOT ME.
howdy 
i'm back from iceland and the uk....
extremely unhappy about that.
yesterday i was at a pub watching a kickass band and snuggling up next to a supremely english hottie, and then today, boom, here i am. america.
my heart aches.
stab stab stab.
here'ssomepicturestoeasethepain
i'm back from iceland and the uk....
extremely unhappy about that.
yesterday i was at a pub watching a kickass band and snuggling up next to a supremely english hottie, and then today, boom, here i am. america.
my heart aches.
stab stab stab.
here'ssomepicturestoeasethepain
last night was bad...
i guess bad in minute standards in comparison to what 'bad' meant to me last year.
bad last year was like 'i got kicked out of school, my boyfriend is cheating on me, i'm pregnant, i'm homeless, and i suck at everything". i guess with the comparison at hand, i shouldn't even be bitching.
i'm lonely. i'm second-guessing shit. i've threatened myself with mariah carey if i don't perk the shit up, but it's not working.
i called people. it was like drunk dialing but worse because there was no alcoholic justification for being so fucking dumb, it was just me, calling people, reaching out.
well, it was a waste.
no one answered.
the one person i've wanted to talk to doesn't answer his phone. he doesn't actually talk to me but once every six months, i guess just enough to keep me hanging on and reminding me of why i love him so much. Michael is his name. Michael is nonexistent in my life. a good ten years older than me and he knowingly reserved the right to be my big teddy bear friend....the guy that can say anything to me as long as he's honest and ends it with 'sweetheart' because when he says it, my heart still melts.
when things started with him it was much different than it is now, and yet i write him emails every few weeks just to go to my sent messages and see that he read it... someone read it.
his girlfriend lives with him now. i want him to be happy. he's kind of my dream guy.... but... a little less faithful.
i should talk.
so if he's trying then i should drop it,
but, he hasn't dropped me.
we're still on eachothers myspaces... like that's such a defining factor in any relationship friendship ness...
ugh. this is where i let out a big sigh.
anyway....
i never really figured out if this is some kind of adult version of life that i am destined to be involved in, living, functioning in. having the type of relationships that are distant because they can be. i guess if he felt compelled to talk to me he would. this sounds so pathetic, doesn't it? like i'm just some sappy girl that isn't getting the message. i don't think it's like that, because when we do talk, we talk for hours. last phone conversation we had was a year ago and we talked for about six hours.......
but, a year ago. wtf.
and the emails? i haven't heard from him in months, but he always does this nowadays.
are these the rules of engagement or is he shoving me off? you'd think shoving me off would entail quite a lot more proactive 'stop talking to me' motions than just being 'busy' like he says. i try not to care, because he doesn't.
he's my mr. big.
yeah i just said that.
aklsjdfklajsdf.
anyway,
lonely.
i didn't even call Michael, but i really fucking wanted to.
i didn't even bother because A) he wouldn't answer at 2am and B) he doesn't usually answer anyway. so. what's the point.
the second i'm not in a relationship it's like i'm looking for one.
i don't want to just have random sex anymore,
and for lots of freaking reasons,
but what am i supposed to do?
celibacy.
hmpf.
so, in my state of "its 5am and i am trying to fall asleep and i'm whiney and lonely" bullshit, i ended up falling asleep and dreaming of my ex in a pretty accurate manner.
it was sexual, but, he had a vibrating butt plug in, and if you know anything about the piece of shit that i once called my boyfriend, he's extremely homophobic but with a little alcohol will freely admit that he wants it in the ass more than pretty much anything.
i don't really know how that's relevant but it was just funny.
i guess mentally if i saw him again i would have expected to see him changed a little bit, but i guess my subconscious took that to a whole different level.... it's been over a year, so you accept that you like it in the ass and got a butt plug! congratulations. i know the reality, though. John's exactly where he was a year ago, only probably a little bit lonelier, because all of his resources from friends stemmed from high school and since he dropped out at 16 and never bothered to attend classes at his local community college, the places where he could go about making and meeting friends have greatly decreased to such locations as! A) the random job he can hold down for up to a month B) convincing his old friends not to hate him long enough for his loneliness to go away and for him to do something catchy and great to make them hate him again... and C) people his psychotic mother introduces him to.
so i guess to a degree there's pity for him.
i wish i could say that i never think of him, but it's untrue.
he's the kind of heart-wasting mistake that pops into my head only on location... which means, i only think about him when there's something to remind me of him. however, those thoughts only last long enough for me to mentally spell out his name, and then i'm over it. howwwwever#2, last night in my state of self-pity i guess i managed to think of him long enough to wind up having awkward sex dreams about him.
but,
just like our real past sex life,
his mother was a little too present.
weeeeeirdo.
so to clarify that statement,
i may not NEVER think of him, but i think of him rarely enough that after all the shit he did to me, he's getting a generous amount of brainwave airtime, however minuscule and nearly nonexistent that it may be.
so, sex.
i haven't had sex since the beginning of april.
drought.
i think it's harder for guys, they have to go longer because women have so many rules...
it's almost easier for women to take men home than it is for men to take women home, because what if we don't reeeeeeeally want it? what if i change my mind?
but sex is different on a woman's terms.
her place, where she's comfortable.
she's not the one who has to leave in the morning, she can stay in bed as long as she likes.
i only partially experienced that this last semester in my -dorm- room, and that's why i say partially, because it was a dorm...but,
this year i'm in an apartment off campus.
the only thing really determining my sexual activity is my class load and the size of mattress that i will be buying. (i'm a snuggly person, but, two-person mattresses are still more expensive than single... but it's practically not even an issue because i can't imagine not having enough room for me and someone else. that would just suck unbearably).
i'm leaving FRIDAY, yes FRRRIIDDAAAYYYY to go back to the UK.
i think i'm going to end up sleeping with Nelson. it always happens the first night i'm there, or he's here, we fuck like crazy and it's over too fast and we both feel dumb and go to sleep.
i'm going to hold out this time.
maybe i should just hold out completely.
i love him very much but i just don't wanna...
well.
if my heart isn't there than it's not right (for me).
anyway, i need to fucking exercise before my brain just stops working.
i miss the endorphins like it's chocolate or something....which i also havent had in a while, ugh!
i'm going to be away from the computer pretty much the whole time i'm gone, unless i get bored and get on, or i write once again before i leave.
i'm nervous about flying, i hate it.
i know this blog is probably too much for anyone to read, but, if you do read it, i'm interested in what you think.
i don't want to say" i feel like i need someone to tell me what to do" because i don't, but...i do feel like i need help learning things, even things about myself.
i hope everybody has a good few weeks,
i'll be back in july, and that will be a sad reality wake up call.
this was the only thing i had to look forward to this summer, and i know it will be over just as soon as it begins.
i guess bad in minute standards in comparison to what 'bad' meant to me last year.
bad last year was like 'i got kicked out of school, my boyfriend is cheating on me, i'm pregnant, i'm homeless, and i suck at everything". i guess with the comparison at hand, i shouldn't even be bitching.
i'm lonely. i'm second-guessing shit. i've threatened myself with mariah carey if i don't perk the shit up, but it's not working.
i called people. it was like drunk dialing but worse because there was no alcoholic justification for being so fucking dumb, it was just me, calling people, reaching out.
well, it was a waste.
no one answered.
the one person i've wanted to talk to doesn't answer his phone. he doesn't actually talk to me but once every six months, i guess just enough to keep me hanging on and reminding me of why i love him so much. Michael is his name. Michael is nonexistent in my life. a good ten years older than me and he knowingly reserved the right to be my big teddy bear friend....the guy that can say anything to me as long as he's honest and ends it with 'sweetheart' because when he says it, my heart still melts.
when things started with him it was much different than it is now, and yet i write him emails every few weeks just to go to my sent messages and see that he read it... someone read it.
his girlfriend lives with him now. i want him to be happy. he's kind of my dream guy.... but... a little less faithful.
i should talk.
so if he's trying then i should drop it,
but, he hasn't dropped me.
we're still on eachothers myspaces... like that's such a defining factor in any relationship friendship ness...
ugh. this is where i let out a big sigh.
anyway....
i never really figured out if this is some kind of adult version of life that i am destined to be involved in, living, functioning in. having the type of relationships that are distant because they can be. i guess if he felt compelled to talk to me he would. this sounds so pathetic, doesn't it? like i'm just some sappy girl that isn't getting the message. i don't think it's like that, because when we do talk, we talk for hours. last phone conversation we had was a year ago and we talked for about six hours.......
but, a year ago. wtf.
and the emails? i haven't heard from him in months, but he always does this nowadays.
are these the rules of engagement or is he shoving me off? you'd think shoving me off would entail quite a lot more proactive 'stop talking to me' motions than just being 'busy' like he says. i try not to care, because he doesn't.
he's my mr. big.
yeah i just said that.
aklsjdfklajsdf.
anyway,
lonely.
i didn't even call Michael, but i really fucking wanted to.
i didn't even bother because A) he wouldn't answer at 2am and B) he doesn't usually answer anyway. so. what's the point.
the second i'm not in a relationship it's like i'm looking for one.
i don't want to just have random sex anymore,
and for lots of freaking reasons,
but what am i supposed to do?
celibacy.
hmpf.
so, in my state of "its 5am and i am trying to fall asleep and i'm whiney and lonely" bullshit, i ended up falling asleep and dreaming of my ex in a pretty accurate manner.
it was sexual, but, he had a vibrating butt plug in, and if you know anything about the piece of shit that i once called my boyfriend, he's extremely homophobic but with a little alcohol will freely admit that he wants it in the ass more than pretty much anything.
i don't really know how that's relevant but it was just funny.
i guess mentally if i saw him again i would have expected to see him changed a little bit, but i guess my subconscious took that to a whole different level.... it's been over a year, so you accept that you like it in the ass and got a butt plug! congratulations. i know the reality, though. John's exactly where he was a year ago, only probably a little bit lonelier, because all of his resources from friends stemmed from high school and since he dropped out at 16 and never bothered to attend classes at his local community college, the places where he could go about making and meeting friends have greatly decreased to such locations as! A) the random job he can hold down for up to a month B) convincing his old friends not to hate him long enough for his loneliness to go away and for him to do something catchy and great to make them hate him again... and C) people his psychotic mother introduces him to.
so i guess to a degree there's pity for him.
i wish i could say that i never think of him, but it's untrue.
he's the kind of heart-wasting mistake that pops into my head only on location... which means, i only think about him when there's something to remind me of him. however, those thoughts only last long enough for me to mentally spell out his name, and then i'm over it. howwwwever#2, last night in my state of self-pity i guess i managed to think of him long enough to wind up having awkward sex dreams about him.
but,
just like our real past sex life,
his mother was a little too present.
weeeeeirdo.
so to clarify that statement,
i may not NEVER think of him, but i think of him rarely enough that after all the shit he did to me, he's getting a generous amount of brainwave airtime, however minuscule and nearly nonexistent that it may be.
so, sex.
i haven't had sex since the beginning of april.
drought.
i think it's harder for guys, they have to go longer because women have so many rules...
it's almost easier for women to take men home than it is for men to take women home, because what if we don't reeeeeeeally want it? what if i change my mind?
but sex is different on a woman's terms.
her place, where she's comfortable.
she's not the one who has to leave in the morning, she can stay in bed as long as she likes.
i only partially experienced that this last semester in my -dorm- room, and that's why i say partially, because it was a dorm...but,
this year i'm in an apartment off campus.
the only thing really determining my sexual activity is my class load and the size of mattress that i will be buying. (i'm a snuggly person, but, two-person mattresses are still more expensive than single... but it's practically not even an issue because i can't imagine not having enough room for me and someone else. that would just suck unbearably).
i'm leaving FRIDAY, yes FRRRIIDDAAAYYYY to go back to the UK.
i think i'm going to end up sleeping with Nelson. it always happens the first night i'm there, or he's here, we fuck like crazy and it's over too fast and we both feel dumb and go to sleep.
i'm going to hold out this time.
maybe i should just hold out completely.
i love him very much but i just don't wanna...
well.
if my heart isn't there than it's not right (for me).
anyway, i need to fucking exercise before my brain just stops working.
i miss the endorphins like it's chocolate or something....which i also havent had in a while, ugh!
i'm going to be away from the computer pretty much the whole time i'm gone, unless i get bored and get on, or i write once again before i leave.
i'm nervous about flying, i hate it.
i know this blog is probably too much for anyone to read, but, if you do read it, i'm interested in what you think.
i don't want to say" i feel like i need someone to tell me what to do" because i don't, but...i do feel like i need help learning things, even things about myself.
i hope everybody has a good few weeks,
i'll be back in july, and that will be a sad reality wake up call.
this was the only thing i had to look forward to this summer, and i know it will be over just as soon as it begins.
i posted this earlier, but added an entirely new huge section at the bottom about a completely different thing................. so yeah. it's a little on the NOT OPTIMISTIC! side...
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why is it that in order to make friends you have to expel your emotions and dirty laundry like some kind of gag order has been suddenly lifted?
why do i have to have conversations about the dumb shit that i do in a day?
why can't i just -not- talk when i don't have anything to say?
am i wrong in assuming that if i don't want to hear about it, chances are nobody else does either?
i used to write fucking novels about my thoughts on this, that, and the other, and now what... i could care less. is this what growing up does to you?
my mouth no longer acts like some laxative-abuser's uncontrollable bowels.
i stop myself with the good 'ol proverbial sphincters of reason before the talk gets out of hand-- and to what thanks?
suddenly, i'm vapid.
i have no character, no point, no personality. i'm just wasting space.
i end up spending more time convincing someone to like me than just being myself. i have to act to make up for it, and it shows...see, then i'm just fake.
so i'm vapid.
why can't i just be vapid?
at least being a human blank has a neato word for it.
i saw the video on youtube of an old man being hit by not one, but two cars. it was all caught on traffic cameras, and people just stood there. nobody stopped, nobody ran to help him, and nobody called 9-1-1. everybody was posting their dumb youtube comments (yes, i've stereotyped youtube users, what's new) about how the old man was an idiot for not looking both ways before he crossed the street. it made me wonder if they had bothered watching the video. when a nearly-80 year old man crosses the street alone there's only a hand full of outcomes that could come from that. he crosses the street successfully, or he doesn't cross the street successfully.... failures can be attributed to, yet again, another hand full of excuses. he's old. he's senile. he's handicapped. all of the above. best part is, that's all fucking irrelevant. the video wasn't a message advocating euthanasia, it was about the dumb shits who didn't so much as pick up any piece of their collective "enough to fly an airplane" electronics to call for help. nobody went to check on him. no cars stopped. it doesn't fucking matter if he was jaywalking or he fell from the fucking sky, the fact that when in today's society someone gets hurt, not once, but twice, IN PUBLIC and nobody gives a shit, the result is that we have more problems than just youtube users being collectively dumb.
it means we live in a society that has no class, no character, no justice.
when people refuse to do something so simple as walk to the middle of the street or take their phone out of their pocket (because yeah, i know you have one) to call someone, then not only are they forsaking their fellow people, their society, the present, but they're fucking over the future.
do we expect our children to learn manners from Audrey Hepburn movies?
even animals take care of each other. what a fucking joke.
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why is it that in order to make friends you have to expel your emotions and dirty laundry like some kind of gag order has been suddenly lifted?
why do i have to have conversations about the dumb shit that i do in a day?
why can't i just -not- talk when i don't have anything to say?
am i wrong in assuming that if i don't want to hear about it, chances are nobody else does either?
i used to write fucking novels about my thoughts on this, that, and the other, and now what... i could care less. is this what growing up does to you?
my mouth no longer acts like some laxative-abuser's uncontrollable bowels.
i stop myself with the good 'ol proverbial sphincters of reason before the talk gets out of hand-- and to what thanks?
suddenly, i'm vapid.
i have no character, no point, no personality. i'm just wasting space.
i end up spending more time convincing someone to like me than just being myself. i have to act to make up for it, and it shows...see, then i'm just fake.
so i'm vapid.
why can't i just be vapid?
at least being a human blank has a neato word for it.
i saw the video on youtube of an old man being hit by not one, but two cars. it was all caught on traffic cameras, and people just stood there. nobody stopped, nobody ran to help him, and nobody called 9-1-1. everybody was posting their dumb youtube comments (yes, i've stereotyped youtube users, what's new) about how the old man was an idiot for not looking both ways before he crossed the street. it made me wonder if they had bothered watching the video. when a nearly-80 year old man crosses the street alone there's only a hand full of outcomes that could come from that. he crosses the street successfully, or he doesn't cross the street successfully.... failures can be attributed to, yet again, another hand full of excuses. he's old. he's senile. he's handicapped. all of the above. best part is, that's all fucking irrelevant. the video wasn't a message advocating euthanasia, it was about the dumb shits who didn't so much as pick up any piece of their collective "enough to fly an airplane" electronics to call for help. nobody went to check on him. no cars stopped. it doesn't fucking matter if he was jaywalking or he fell from the fucking sky, the fact that when in today's society someone gets hurt, not once, but twice, IN PUBLIC and nobody gives a shit, the result is that we have more problems than just youtube users being collectively dumb.
it means we live in a society that has no class, no character, no justice.
when people refuse to do something so simple as walk to the middle of the street or take their phone out of their pocket (because yeah, i know you have one) to call someone, then not only are they forsaking their fellow people, their society, the present, but they're fucking over the future.
do we expect our children to learn manners from Audrey Hepburn movies?
even animals take care of each other. what a fucking joke.
so.
i had therapy today...
i think it's kind of pointless.
but.
that has to be a good thing. i remember when i thought i needed it.
is anybody else going to the Cut Copy show in Manchester at the end of the month?
i went out and bought the most ridiculous looking dress today.
it's short, colourful, frilly......
short..
and stuff.
it's not something i would have picked out on my own. self-consciousness wants me to go with a boring coloured skirt and suck it up....
but.
my mom was there, and she wanted to pay for it.
i think that's how all my green dresses have appeared.
she's offered to pay for it, convinced me it was good, and i had an awesome guilt-free time wearing it....
i bought these monster patent heels to wear with it...
i'm going to look like such a slut.
i hope he thinks i'm pretty.
aw.
