Why oh why am I so fucked up lol
I don't know ..... I just have this compulsive urge to annoy people .... but very subtly ... so that they don't know I'm trying to annoy them.
But that's not the fucked-up part though .... its that i find it immensely funny.
I won't even write about the stuff i did or said recently .... but i just remember thinking "dread yuh overdoing it".
What is wrong with me ?? ... I don't know .... I just find that one kink in somebody's armour ... and I hit it with a sledge hammer. And I do so that the don't see it coming ... very stealthily .... like a ninja... a sledge hammer wielding ninja.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Warped ...
Last night was weird, I don't know if it was my overall general tiredness.... or my combination of sinus medication, alcohol and redbull the night b4 (in an effort to party without the sneezes)... but I found myself sitting in the back of my friends bus wondering where I was.
Now just to be clear .... this is not the same night that i party-heartied... it was the night after. And after seeing the significantly-less-interesting-than-I- thought-it-would-be movie "Wolverine" .... I found myself in a half dazed state on the way back home from the movie theatre.
It's weird having dreams when your up .... its like you can't tell what real and what's not (though the unicorn that pulled up along side us at the traffic light was a dead giveaway.... I think).
Uncomfortableeee ...... and my eyes were open too ... or at least one was ... or at least i think it was .... it was like a mini hallucination. Man .... I don't know how those 60's people thought LSD and acid were cool.
Unreality is scary. An having a warped childish imagination does not help in the slightest.
Now just to be clear .... this is not the same night that i party-heartied... it was the night after. And after seeing the significantly-less-interesting-than-I- thought-it-would-be movie "Wolverine" .... I found myself in a half dazed state on the way back home from the movie theatre.
It's weird having dreams when your up .... its like you can't tell what real and what's not (though the unicorn that pulled up along side us at the traffic light was a dead giveaway.... I think).
Uncomfortableeee ...... and my eyes were open too ... or at least one was ... or at least i think it was .... it was like a mini hallucination. Man .... I don't know how those 60's people thought LSD and acid were cool.
Unreality is scary. An having a warped childish imagination does not help in the slightest.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Once Upon a Time ...
Wow ... its been so long since I've been here ...on my blog ... almost six months ...
and i still have nothing to say ....
and still yet so much has happened during that time ....
I remember the days of sitting in my overly-large overly white walled construction site office with nothing to do BUT write on my blog. And now i barely have time for it. At first the excitement of writing "anonymously" on my blog was quite appealing. I just said what i wanted and didn't really care if it was crap, or if my grammar was bad, or if it was poorly written. It was truly just the Ramblings of a Madman. But as time went on, and my friends caught on, (and my not-so-friends caught on), i realised "Hey people actually read my shit". I would get critics and comments and messages about my latest blog entry. And somehow, though it was not my original intention, the pressure was on to impress. I was a rockstar.
And like a rockstar, your only as good as ur last solo. Gone were the days of random blog entries, effort had to be made to maintain a certain standard of entertainment, but with the same random style and feel. My blogs now tried to convey a message, they had to have purpose, to be subtle enough to be overlooked, but yet deep enough to those who looked deep enough. That took effort. Sure i slipped in the totally random blog between the really good ones. But the good ones took time. And time is something i have very little of with my budding "career" and return back to school.
I now look back at my over 25 incomplete blogs that were never posted ( i stopped counting at 25), and i wonder if I'll ever finish them. Or if I'll even remember what ways my train of thought at the time. But i like writting. And i want to start back. Even if it just a post about y i haven't been writting. A journey of a thousand blogs starts with 25 drafts .... or something so.
I dunno if I'll ever complete those drafts ... so don't hold ur breathe. But i will try to start back. Even if i can't find anything quirky or funny to say.
So here goes nothing !
(That quote sounds so good in cartoons ..... but yet is so gay to read geeze)
and i still have nothing to say ....
and still yet so much has happened during that time ....
I remember the days of sitting in my overly-large overly white walled construction site office with nothing to do BUT write on my blog. And now i barely have time for it. At first the excitement of writing "anonymously" on my blog was quite appealing. I just said what i wanted and didn't really care if it was crap, or if my grammar was bad, or if it was poorly written. It was truly just the Ramblings of a Madman. But as time went on, and my friends caught on, (and my not-so-friends caught on), i realised "Hey people actually read my shit". I would get critics and comments and messages about my latest blog entry. And somehow, though it was not my original intention, the pressure was on to impress. I was a rockstar.
And like a rockstar, your only as good as ur last solo. Gone were the days of random blog entries, effort had to be made to maintain a certain standard of entertainment, but with the same random style and feel. My blogs now tried to convey a message, they had to have purpose, to be subtle enough to be overlooked, but yet deep enough to those who looked deep enough. That took effort. Sure i slipped in the totally random blog between the really good ones. But the good ones took time. And time is something i have very little of with my budding "career" and return back to school.
I now look back at my over 25 incomplete blogs that were never posted ( i stopped counting at 25), and i wonder if I'll ever finish them. Or if I'll even remember what ways my train of thought at the time. But i like writting. And i want to start back. Even if it just a post about y i haven't been writting. A journey of a thousand blogs starts with 25 drafts .... or something so.
I dunno if I'll ever complete those drafts ... so don't hold ur breathe. But i will try to start back. Even if i can't find anything quirky or funny to say.
So here goes nothing !
(That quote sounds so good in cartoons ..... but yet is so gay to read geeze)
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