I have a need to be liked. Pretty much all of the time. I want to be liked in my career, my social life, and especially on twitter. But to an extent who doesn't? Everyone wants to be liked, or at least they want to be liked a little. Kurt Cobain probably wanted to be liked, but then too many people liked him. He was an inspiration though and people still like his music.
Teenage girls REALLY want to be liked, so much so, that they even say the word "like" frequently to put the idea of liking them in your head, thus making you hate them.
One time when I said "Turn off the light" my friend thought I said "Turn off the like." He's like stupid.
To "Like" something on facebook means to show your affection for a person, place, or thing on your page. Which is great because I can see how many of my friends "like" the band Nickelback and swiftly not be friends with them anymore.
Some people find the word "Like" annoying and cringe a little on the inside when someone is using the word "Like" too much. I am one of those people, that's why I don't like myself right now.
You might be wondering by this point, if you're still reading, what is the reason for this post? I don't know. Maybe it was all the times I've heard of parents who found their kids smoking and then they made them smoke the whole pack at once so they wouldn't want to do it again.
So, like, smoke the whole pack bitch and stop saying like so much!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A Sense of Confusion
Lately things haven't been as in order in my brain as they used to be. Sure, I'm still slowly grinding the gears forward as I plot out different stories and books that I will write someday in the future (probably after 2012. Why start now and have the world end, am I right?) but I lack mental tidiness these days.
When I am thirsty and go to the fridge I can barely decide whether to have soda or milk (although soda usually wins somehow). When it gets to be late at night I can't decide whether I should go to sleep now or stay up. When it comes to actually writing any portion of any of the story outlines I've come up with recently, I can't decide which to start on.
I am literally a mass of Caucasian confusion.
Although, I dread the end of summer as it creeps nearer and nearer, I do almost invite the return to involuntary order. I won't have a busy schedule even then, but there will be set times when I have to be at school. Set times when I have to wake up, and therefore set times when I have to go to sleep in order to not be a walking zombie when I wake up at the set time when I have to.
So maybe, I can't believe I'm saying this, school (and later work) is necessary for someone like me. I am kind of looking forward to August 23 when I start back, I'll be bored, tired, and have less time to write, but at least I'll be a bit more functioning.
Thank you for reading and don't do drugs kids....or do them. I don't really care. Just don't blame me or eat all my Doritos.
When I am thirsty and go to the fridge I can barely decide whether to have soda or milk (although soda usually wins somehow). When it gets to be late at night I can't decide whether I should go to sleep now or stay up. When it comes to actually writing any portion of any of the story outlines I've come up with recently, I can't decide which to start on.
I am literally a mass of Caucasian confusion.
Although, I dread the end of summer as it creeps nearer and nearer, I do almost invite the return to involuntary order. I won't have a busy schedule even then, but there will be set times when I have to be at school. Set times when I have to wake up, and therefore set times when I have to go to sleep in order to not be a walking zombie when I wake up at the set time when I have to.
So maybe, I can't believe I'm saying this, school (and later work) is necessary for someone like me. I am kind of looking forward to August 23 when I start back, I'll be bored, tired, and have less time to write, but at least I'll be a bit more functioning.
Thank you for reading and don't do drugs kids....or do them. I don't really care. Just don't blame me or eat all my Doritos.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Traffic Violation
I recently got pulled over by the police while I was driving (as opposed to when I was sailing). I would like to act really indignant at being pulled over but to be fair I was flinging babies out the window as I went...so it was kind of understandable.
No, actually what happened is there were two cops standing on the side of the road by their cruisers, blue lights flashing, at night I might add, and they apparently thought I almost hit them when I went into the left lane to go around them. And when two cops think you almost hit them with your car, surprisingly, they get angry!
So we had a nice little meeting, and by "nice little meeting" I mean, they yelled various profanities at me for 15 minutes while I apologized over and over again like a little bitch...but now I'm talking about them on my blog so...I think I got my street cred back. OG 4 Lyfe.
They ended up giving me a ticket for "careless driving" because I didn't hit a cop with my car, but they think I almost did. I didn't know I could get a ticket for that.
"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?"
"40?"
"yeah, and that's almost 52, which would be speeding, here's your ticket!"
But maybe I'm wrong, the only shows I watch that could be considered similar to cop shows are The X-Files and Law & Order: SVU. So unless I ever get raped by a shape-shifter I probably don't know what I'm talking about.
No, actually what happened is there were two cops standing on the side of the road by their cruisers, blue lights flashing, at night I might add, and they apparently thought I almost hit them when I went into the left lane to go around them. And when two cops think you almost hit them with your car, surprisingly, they get angry!
So we had a nice little meeting, and by "nice little meeting" I mean, they yelled various profanities at me for 15 minutes while I apologized over and over again like a little bitch...but now I'm talking about them on my blog so...I think I got my street cred back. OG 4 Lyfe.
They ended up giving me a ticket for "careless driving" because I didn't hit a cop with my car, but they think I almost did. I didn't know I could get a ticket for that.
"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?"
"40?"
"yeah, and that's almost 52, which would be speeding, here's your ticket!"
But maybe I'm wrong, the only shows I watch that could be considered similar to cop shows are The X-Files and Law & Order: SVU. So unless I ever get raped by a shape-shifter I probably don't know what I'm talking about.
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