random thoughts

Monday, February 28, 2005

It's weird when you feel shitty and you are sure that you look it, but nobody seems to notice.
You want to ask: "Are you used to this? Do I always look like the crap I feel right now?"
But don't, don't ask it. You don't want to know.

Friday, February 25, 2005

He stared at her. Sitting next to his awkward self, she was beautiful. He wondered how it happened, why him. So he asked.
"Why me?"
She paused before answering, "Well I try to do one thing every day that scares me-- and tonight it's you."
Good thing I bought vitamins when they were a two-for-one deal, otherwise one day we might actually be out of chalky grape-flavored nutrition. Let's not even think about what would happen then.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Today someone I haven't seen in four years IMed me. (I'm not sure we were even that good of friends when we were in the same place.) Random, so I asked him if there was a reason why he decided to say hello after so long. His response was that he wanted to say hello and make sure all is well. All is well? It's been four years. I could already be dead forty-seven times.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

When you think about it long enough, Valentine's Day is really random. And by long enough I mean at all, and by Valentine's Day I mean also St. Patrick's Day, Arbor Day, Fourth of July, Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving and pretty much every holiday that is not Halloween.
Halloween is a day of self-reflection and inner soul searching, a time that brings the community together, that really reflects what this country stands on, completely identifies us as a people of deep moral purpose and enthusiasm, encompasses what the other holidays lack: fake blood and finally getting to take candy from strangers.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Yesterday on campus, to benefit this weekend's production of The Vagina Monologues, people were selling chocolate vaginas. As a woman, I am... confused.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

A Word of Advice

If you're going to fall asleep in class leaning on your hand, choose the hand that doesn't have freshly inked notes on the palm.
(So I hear.)
There was a time in my life when iced-over puddles were an incredibly fascinating phenomenon and I would arrive everywhere late and with cold wet feet. And that time was yesterday.

Monday, February 07, 2005

"She will never notice me. She wouldn't know love if it ran right up and hit her in the face."
"I bet that's not true."
"Yea it is, I totally tried it Monday."
Sometimes in life, to get what you want you have to be a huge bitch. Or if you're a man, then powerful and respected.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

You know you're too stressed out when you start seeing magic eye images popping out of everyday life.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Signs you're too tired:
you try to take out your contacts...again.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

They say not to judge a book by its cover, but then why do books have covers? I would do less judging of books in general if they were just piles of pieces of paper on the floor, tell you that much.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

I think I have a problem where I am too amused by the small small things.
I was walking back from work and saw someone walking their dog which was low to the ground and cold. Then as I smiled to myself about cold dogs low to the ground, someone walked by me singing horribly to himself.
And at that moment, I had a great sense of well-being with the world, like complete content-ity.
I'm so happy right now. Just like when I see shiny things, only better.
Yesterday I saw a dead squirrel, just lying in the snow. It wasn't run over or anything, just had tracks behind it and nothing in front of it. It looked like maybe it had just been having a grand old time in the snow and then had a heart attack of excitement.
I thought it was kind of beautiful in an artistic way, like he's just taking a nap on a clean white blanket.
Then I thought no, it's kind of gross because how long has it been here and do the other squirrels just try to ignore it?
Then I thought well, that's sad, but then no, that's just life, but it's not really life, it's pretty much death.
And then I almost got run over by a garbage truck because I was walking staring back at the dead squirrel in the snow.
The moral of the story is, do not be distracted by life's "dead squirrels" because it is only an opportunity for the metaphorical "garbage truck" to come and mow you over.
Or maybe the moral is don't walk in the middle of the street not paying attention like a dumbass.
Choose your moral.
 
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