News to me: I have trouble braiding when I'm high.
That's my major "I'm high" d'enouement . At the most dramatic, I may jocundly climb a tree but always within what wits I normally have with a jolt.
NEW News to me: When I take my anxiety medication (ah yeah, son, it is all Rx up in that biscuit) and take perhaps slightly a tiny bit over the recommended "one at a time, asshole" method (I'm forgetful and I was always treated with medications that could safely be taken as "oh shit, I cannot feel my hands and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to breath... ah... happy pill... make the unicorns sing about cupcakes and stadium pickles)
I lost the thread. I sure hope this is funny haha like a lighthearted romp through a pastoral meadow and not funny Coen Brother funny eeep who just died and why am I cringing and laughing? There... Stoned Logic du the jour pour chou et fromage: (thought that I had forgotten where I was going with that)
Stoned Logic of Today: A Coen Brother film is the erudite cinematographic equivalent of ticklish buttsecks.
Buttsecks.
PPPS> This weekend didn't happen only it did happen technically so I can't bend the laws of physics just to make myself feel like less of a tard. I took well over what I should have in the way of my anxiety medication (social situation hell with awkward bullshit conversations I can't even feign politeness to while medicated.) Apparently I became a bit demanding about the course of the conversation like a total prig.
I've honestly done many drugs and none have ever altered me so radically. I have apologies to make because some [female person] who was inebriated on more bachian sense and I almost had a scuffle. Turns out that it was my best friend's boyfriend's sister. Yay!
Shopping for new body mods and 8402398490834 art projects and rambling incoherently and often.
This Pandora Channel doesn't get me, man. Its aura is all "shitty music" and my aural sensibilities are all "fuck this noise."
Dammit, Pandora.. since you opened up you're big gaping maw of discontent things were bad enough but it really is rubbing Campho-Phenic on a Salt-Water Scrape to fucking suck it up so badly at basically guessing that I don't want to listen to some Garage-Band produced metal kind of random dischord.
How Today Made Me Feel on the In/Outside:
How I Imagine I'd Feel Were I the Walrus. Tastes woody and attractive, I see an on-coming fad.
That's my major "I'm high" d'enouement . At the most dramatic, I may jocundly climb a tree but always within what wits I normally have with a jolt.
NEW News to me: When I take my anxiety medication (ah yeah, son, it is all Rx up in that biscuit) and take perhaps slightly a tiny bit over the recommended "one at a time, asshole" method (I'm forgetful and I was always treated with medications that could safely be taken as "oh shit, I cannot feel my hands and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to breath... ah... happy pill... make the unicorns sing about cupcakes and stadium pickles)
I lost the thread. I sure hope this is funny haha like a lighthearted romp through a pastoral meadow and not funny Coen Brother funny eeep who just died and why am I cringing and laughing? There... Stoned Logic du the jour pour chou et fromage: (thought that I had forgotten where I was going with that)
Stoned Logic of Today: A Coen Brother film is the erudite cinematographic equivalent of ticklish buttsecks.
Buttsecks.
PPPS> This weekend didn't happen only it did happen technically so I can't bend the laws of physics just to make myself feel like less of a tard. I took well over what I should have in the way of my anxiety medication (social situation hell with awkward bullshit conversations I can't even feign politeness to while medicated.) Apparently I became a bit demanding about the course of the conversation like a total prig.
I've honestly done many drugs and none have ever altered me so radically. I have apologies to make because some [female person] who was inebriated on more bachian sense and I almost had a scuffle. Turns out that it was my best friend's boyfriend's sister. Yay!
Shopping for new body mods and 8402398490834 art projects and rambling incoherently and often.
This Pandora Channel doesn't get me, man. Its aura is all "shitty music" and my aural sensibilities are all "fuck this noise."
Dammit, Pandora.. since you opened up you're big gaping maw of discontent things were bad enough but it really is rubbing Campho-Phenic on a Salt-Water Scrape to fucking suck it up so badly at basically guessing that I don't want to listen to some Garage-Band produced metal kind of random dischord.
How Today Made Me Feel on the In/Outside:
How I Imagine I'd Feel Were I the Walrus. Tastes woody and attractive, I see an on-coming fad.
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Maybe that is my issue, I've become pretty fond of excising as many idiots from my life as possible. It's funny that you brought up points I have when various people have pointed out that it would be better for me to have a friend with whom I have nothing in common than no friend at all and to that I say "pbbttth." Being a bit of an academic isn't special or particularly rare (I mantra this to myself so as to prevent my feeling too full of myself for what is strictly my personality and not something for which I can claim too much responsibilty as it is namely genetics and upbringing) and having "understands most of the words I use" as a prerequisite doesn't seem too far out there in my estimation.
I have few friends as it is that cover all of their ground. I have 3 best friends and the rest are acquaintances and even my closest friends split up to cover the court:
Amanda: humor, grammar, word usage, being pedantic
Matt: humor, ethics, physics, philosophy, conspiracy theories, climbing walls and foot-races though he is a foot taller than I am and therefore usually wins, he's my only friend that has the kind of energy I have for being a spaz (we were at sea world a while back and ended up racing to a rollercoaster as it was about to close with the rest of the group limping and cursing behind with exhaustion... we really liked that coaster.)
Tambra: humor, ethics, emotions, decision-making, hippie-logic, math (bless her for all of the AP Algebra she did for me in HS (when I went on my boycott of homework.. logic being that since I made atleast a 95 on all of the exams and therefore obviously knew the material.)
Maybe this is an example of flexibility in friend choice because Amanda refuses to think too much about philosophy or politics and Tambra isn't particularly good at it as she is decidedly neo-hippie where Matt and Tambra treat the English language like a punching bag. I think the main unity between them all is a> they don't bring mud into my house that is to say: no drama b>they're all uniquely and truly funny in a way that isn't predictable to me. They enjoy and encourage how I am is also a big factor. That sounds like an odd aspect of friendship but, in a way, your friends are psychologically your second family and I haven't a first so those bastards have to be supportive.
Amanda recently told me, quite unsolicited, that I intimidated some people which I scoffed at as it is a pitfall to imagine your downfalls as boons, I think. She clarified adding how people who were more socially submissive (I'm not talking the difference between tops and bottoms here but rather social dynamics) or atleast more humble personally are always really fond of me when people with strong or decided opinions and a need to self-protect hate me almost on sight. I'm not sure about this theory as it isn't really anything that can ever be tested or proven. Also, she has known me since Sophomore Year in High School and respects me more than I deserve and seems biased to thinking I'm some superperson whom everyone should immediately love which is just not the case (or if it is, I have to be realistic enough to say that it probably isn't.)
I owe you some pudding as I have no real way to prove t'other. I wasn't braiding my cilia but rather a maribou rope thingie which may have added to the difficulty.. my hairs are currently too short to braid
As for iced tea, I'm on a kick lately as Bill Miller's has mugs you can fill for fifty cents. I've always prefered unsweetened iced tea which is a bit of a trick when being raised in the south and they, unlike many places, make unsweet tea. Now I'm seriously craving tea. Rhahr.
see.. pedantic