random thoughts

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Sometimes the truth is funny.

"Concussion jokes are funny until I can't remember who you are."
-Ryan J. Williams
I just want you to come over and hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay and pet my hair and hold my hand and fix me hot chocolate and write a paper about adolescent risk taking and decision making by Friday at midnight. No? Well then we obviously have very different ideas about Love.
We all like to do things we are good at more than we like to do things we are not good at, which is why I am not writing this paper but instead procrastinating. It's a skill that perhaps should go on the resume, right under "Spider Solitaire Extraordinaire".
This afternoon I caught a gnat. I was pretty sure that I caught it, but I had to make sure that I did and that he was still alive, so I opened my hand and he flew away. I learned a great lesson about something I'm sure, perhaps about the fleetingness of opportunity or just to let flying bugs fly. Also, gross.
I think a lot of my childhood memories are really just misattributed episodes of Full House.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

This morning I put in brand new contacts. Two minutes later, my right eye was all blinky-like, unhappy with the situation and I couldn't see. I was mad that I already lost a new contact so I put ANOTHER new one in. Now I had more left contacts lenses which is just strange and makes me wish that maybe I would lose a left one so that at least it would be even. Then I went to math class (ewwwlll) and half way through math class my right eye started being all bitchy again so I tried to adjust my contact and keep it in but instead it fell out and then I randomly I could see clearly even though it was OUT. I was amazed that math class could cure my blindness but actually I just had two contacts in one eye. Contrary to popular understanding, this does NOT give one x-ray vision. Turns out that wearing two contacts in one eye is not that fun but it IS less painful than trying to remove contacts when wearing none. Luckily those irises are hard to remove.

Monday, November 13, 2006

I had a brilliant idea and it is all summed up in two words: edible corsages. White chocolate flowers for the girls with mint leaves surrounding it. The boys can have roses made out of beef jerky.
TRADEMARK.
I will be very wealthy.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

I read in my close relationships text book that each person's sociosexual rating determines whether or not they are accepting of casual sex. Turns out that men more than women like casual sex, although obviously there is a portion of men who prefer it wearing a cumberbun.
 
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