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Just another Pancake Maker
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| The Chip Theory |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|08:51 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Demons and Wizards - Seize the day | ] |
The boy is hungry. He goes to his kitchen in search for food. He finds a ba of chips in the pantry. He is very hungry, so he starts mucnhing on these chips. Stale chips aren't genrally a choice food, as they don't generally provide adequate nutrition that other foods might provide, but that boy does not wish to go to the store to find other foods. Going to the store requires leaving the house, and the boy does not wish to go out, so he starts munching on these chips. Now in his hunger these chips start to taste more appealing. His stomache is empty because he would not go out to look for food and these chips are the only things that can satisfy his hunger.
Chips symbolize the girl that happens to be around. Nearly every guy has that woman who just happens to be around. She might not be right for him but he is too lazy to find someone else. He starts obessing about her more and more until he is in "love" with her. But a false love is better than no love at all. |
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| meh |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|09:38 pm] |
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I am TIM! BOw DOWn TO Me |
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| Bitching |
[Jun. 28th, 2005|04:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Country Music (just kidding) | ] |
I don't know if any of you know this but your constant bitching and insistent whining really isn't going to help. I mean you can complain all day about things that you don't have the power to change and the complaining still won't change anything.
I mean I understand sometimes it's fun to complain. It gives the illusion of control, because if you can't control these things at least you can control how much your mout keeps moving. But maybe the consideration of others isn't being considered. I mean the control that you have over your complaining, well others listening don't have that control of shutting you up. Unless they walk away, which of course most people could follow them because what's the point of complaining if there is no one to listen.
Yes life sucks most people tell me. But if I want to know how much life sucks I can listen to country music. They say it better than most people anyway. |
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| Building on hate |
[Mar. 23rd, 2005|07:36 am] |
There are some people in the world who are paranoid. They feel that the world is out to get them. These people feel that no one likes them and they constantly feel the need to question friendships because the paranoia is too great. These are the sort of people who start to think that their friends are mad at them. So they start getting mad at their friends, because if the friends are going to be mad why not be mad first. Some people are so paranoid that the paranoia is actually the reason for being paranoid.
Hypocrisy constantly reigns in a catch 22. Constantly battling morals that one never had starting fights to avoid fights and idealistics sliding away because what one preaches is often never how certain people feel.
It's ok to preach, I've gotten used to that. But to preach about something that you obviously don't represent is just wrong in my opinion. Have opinion. Be assertive about it. But don't have an opinion just because you think it makes you look cool, only to change your mind when the time is right.
I mean its like saying you don't like chocolate bars because some ancient civilization of long ago was enslaved by the chocalate farmers, and then next time I see you chocolate is all over your face. Its inconsistent and its just plain gross.
Finally people need to remember what they say. It has come to a point where people are getting angry, only because they cannot remember what they were saying or what they said or even what they will say. All I'm saying is it's stupid to get mad at one person because you said you might be able to hang out with them on Wednesday so they didn't call on Tuesday. So just go cry about it and try to make a sympathy blanket. It's been done before. |
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| Security Blanket |
[Feb. 13th, 2005|09:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse - Absolution | ] |
People hold their sadness like a security blanket. Does it feel good to have it wrapped around you, never to let any warmth or happiness inside? I wonder, is it just fashionable to be sad 24 hours a day? We live in the next generation of madness. Everyone needs their pills to be different from everyone else but if everyone is different then doesn't that make them the same. Of all the friends I have I can think of none that are actually truly happy. I mean with such a short life that you have, how hard is it to just take the bad and try to make something good. Always it seems, someone most wrap themselves in sadness and focus on the pain and misery of life, a good time may come but not today.
Why? Is it because you had a bad childhood? No significant other to tell you how pretty you are? Did a bully beat you up in 5th grade and you still can not give over the pain and trauma you underwent when you were hung from your underwear atop a flag pole?
I'm sorry but the childhood is in the past, I'm sure it was traumatic but you can't have it back now. I'm sure dwelling on it is the logical solution since you've been doing it for this long but then you'll have to ask yourself. Does realizing you had a bad childhood and reaffirming it everyday to yourself really establish your role as the saddest human to ever live on this planet? I mean someone out there might have something even worse than a sad child hood, so maybe it might be better to search for something else to laminate your role as the truly sad kid.
The significant other blues. I know more people who are sad because they are lonely than any other problem that constantly plagues our world. Well there's probably a reason for that. No one wants to be around a sad moody person. Yes a catch 22 if I ever saw one. You are sad because you have no one to love you and hold you and make you jello, but no one wants to love you and hold you and make you jello when the only you they can ever see is the person who is depressed, moody, always a flaw in something. It is possible but improbable, how can someone love you if you don't love yourself?
Past is the past, that's why we no longer have our grasps upon it. Reminessing is fun, but it serves no purpose of helping your future. Learn from mistakes and try to make a better future but thinking hard enough will not change the past. I know depression is hip, I know that it is such the fad in the early 2000s but all I'm saying is does it really make you that happy to follow a trend?
But by all means your life is your own, who am I to try and make a difference. I was just never much of a fad follower. |
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| Dumb |
[Jan. 31st, 2005|08:17 am] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Franz Ferdinand - Jaqueline | ] |
This is something that's been on my mind for sometime. Woman, and how much they actually demand. Before I go any farther I'm going to state, that I don't suffer this problem myself, this is just a casual observation I've noticed. Women, those people who want the men they meet to be more sensitive, so that he can better understand and cater to her needs. Of course then when the man shows the slightest bit of sensitivity, he gets made fun of, called names. See I don't get it, women want their manly men. They want a man with big muscles, who can take care of bizness, someone to be proud of. They search for these guys, these macho men, then they expect to tame them. To somehow make them more sensitive to their needs. Then if the guy ever shows a bit of sensitivity he is ridiculed by the woman. What sick game is this that you women play? Does this bring you pleasure? To know that you can manipulate a guy back and forth just because they like sex and boobies. I mean seriously, you ladies wouldn't have to bitch as much if you could just make up your mind and decided what you wanted in a man instead deciding you wanted a tough guy to go to the mall with you and a sensitive man to watch the depressing love story. And another thing, all you ladies think you are so smart just because you can get the guy to do things for you because you give him sex, but it isn't the sex that gets the guys to do anything. It is the consequences if he doesn't. A woman can hold a powerful grudge, and anything that a man does that displeases the woman is catalouged, placed into a super secret storage deep within the woman's brain never to be used again until the man does something else to displease the woman or the woman has done something wrong and needs to even the battlefield. For example picture this scenario of a man and woman happily married for 20 years.
Man: It really bothers me that you were just kissing that guy just now.
Woman: It really bothers me that you left the toilet seat up twice in one day on September 14th, 1987 in which I almost fell in and died. Therefore I can only conclude that you really wanted me dead and you aren't getting any tonight.
That's generally why most guys usually do whatever their woman say. It's not cuz they are pussy whipped. Chances are they are not getting any anyway. It's just due to the fact that if it can get worse it will. So cheers to woman, for expecting too much and giving too little. |
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| The good times are killing me. |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|10:03 am] |
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| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bowling for Soup - Life after Lisa | ] |
I sit here at work tired to boot. I long for the time of the day when I go home, and am able to rest my sleepy sleepy eyes. Work school people. that seems to be how my schedule is now days, slowly but surely the stress is getting to me. I take a long time to explode but when I do finally explode I certainly make it worth the while. I need to find some way to release, something is missing and I can't yet decide what it is. It's probably something simple. I just slowly feel like I'm being drawn into a ... depression?... Probably too strong of a word so I'll say recession. At work I was promoted, that part was fun but then I started having to come in at 6:45 AM. A time I'm not particularly fond of. At first it was alright but these good times are killing me, the human body under my control was not meant to be up at no fucking 5:30 in the morning. Terrible times continue as I lose motivation anymore to come to work. Kind of sucks, I was hoping I'd be at least 25 before I lost all that motivation. But its all good it kind of brings me closer to being more determined to following my dreams. Although right now my dream is simple. Go home and go to sleep. School also went great, last semester I was flawless and I am hoping that I can be flawless again this semester. Should be easy if I do my work and don't lose my will to strive. I think I need to find something different to do everyday. Sometimes I swear I just seem to only care about pleasing other people, I really should try to please myself more often. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, its just that I do an awful lot of other people, even now. I wish I could be more like Amanda and just think of myself. Ah how nice that would be. Just mean and defensive. But anyway cheers, here's to the future. |
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| just a test |
[Jan. 8th, 2005|09:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  enthralled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Killers - Smile Like You Mean It | ] |
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| Sometimes...late at night... I like to master.... I mean post on LJ |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|03:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | radio, ever changing | ] |
For some reason that I can not comprehend I can not sleep. Must be the finals. Worriedness, I guess it's finally getting to me.
So I will do something I rarely do on this blog of silliness and slander. I will update on my life.
I recently returned to college only to find out I'm not the slacker I used to be and hold with such pride and glory. I currently have A's in all of my classes and hope to hold onto the letter of power so that I might be able to receive wonderous things in the future. One of these such things is the knowledge that received is actually spelled received and not recieved like I formally would always spell it. Two of these classes are down with an A so if I can hold down the fort with 3 more classes (of which I currently have an A in) then I will no longer be stressed into worrying anymore. Several things have attributed to me doing well in school for once. The list goes such as
1. I don not drink as much as I normally would.
Alcohol used to be fun. I admit its hard to spell but it was a great way to pass the time and forget about problems. Until the next day when I realized in all my haziness and lack of memory that I probably created more problems for myself the previous night. But oh well I can't remember so I guess I could get over it. However without in my life I can concentrate on school and save my money. Double bonus!
2. All my friends have moved away except few.
Normally people would think this sad but I've had my time of partying and now I suppose I can use the time I would be hanging out with friends to do my homework and do it right, instead of trying to do it 10 minutes before school. Wow what a difference this can make. Friends are fun but not if you have bad control over your study habits.
3. Improved the control over my study habits.
I now sit in college and see all these people who don't care, who are only there because it was expected of them. I understand. This used to be me. But now I am in college because I want to be. I sit here with this 8.50 an hour job and realize I want more. I might as well either be making more money or doing something I enjoy. It was eventually realized that I needed college. I am now back in and hopefully for good. At least my attitude is better.
So I will try until I get it right, hopefully being able to acheive my dreams, as malleable as they may seem to be. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to fail, other times I feel that I can succeed. Either way I've never looked more foward to the future. It seems like a bright and shiny quarter now, instead of a dull penny that got ran over by a train! |
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| Birthday 2 days late |
[Oct. 30th, 2004|12:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | thirsty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Explosion - Here I am | ] |
For those who don't know me (and for those who don't care) I had my birthday 2 days ago, 3 for those keeping track of time. It was on October 27, the same day as lunar eclipse. I am now 23, an age that although making me older was nowhere near as fun as turning 21. Go figure at least there is 25 when my car insurance is lowered. Yay. But it was a fun birthday I got a CD player in my car and a nice dinner with my parents. But just thought I would let people know what's going on just once. Laterz. |
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