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Cheese Crackers
2:25 PM
Are kind of good.
Kind of.
God.
Good, I mean.
Except they get stuck to your teeth, which is gross.
Debatable Rule # 1 of Life:
Never admit that you're afraid.
I follow it! Some people say though that it's really brave to admit fear, but geez mostly it's girls who say they're scared of things and they seem to be weirdly proud of it like it's a marker or their feminineness or something (wow that's a real word). So. Why bother?
Fake it until you make it, is my motto. *twirls mustache* *even though I don't have a mustache* *if I had one I would twirl it right now*
So never admit that you're sad, or angry or confused. Just fake it until you make it.
As a result, you will be a Domeki clone. And not very personable. No friends, probably, because they can tell you're a liar and/or a robot.
Actually "Fake it until you make it" is not really my motto. I don't have mottos.
Oh wait, I do: Che sara, sara.
Shigure from Fruits Basket said that and he's my sensei.
Jennifer hates that phrase, but it's true, to a point. Everything is true, to a point. There are no whole truths that I know of, which is why trying to figure out your life is pointless. Generalizations are broken, mostly, so how am I supposed to get anywhere in my philosophizing? God knows I have no patience with the details. It's good enough to be happy without trying to figure happiness out...
But here I am typing these generalizations and assumptions anyway.
I'm watching Penn's Alcohol thinger, the thing froshies have to watch to educate themselves about alcohol and drugs and what not and I'm appreciating the cheesy humor. It's a lot better than NYU's alcohol test, that's for sure.
"Pot" it says. "Is hard to stop."
Jesus let me tell you that's probably true. I mean my neighbor is always smoking pot. It smells awful. I wonder if it makes him happy? I just know there's a little girl in that house too, barely a toddler, but I mean, pot isn't the worst drug for a kid to be around.
The worst drug is...
Caffeine.
Gosh a kid on caffeine is just. Just. Jesus H. Christ.
(Are you trying to be funny?)
I'm going to start another post now, with a more focused topic.
Kind of.
God.
Good, I mean.
Except they get stuck to your teeth, which is gross.
Debatable Rule # 1 of Life:
Never admit that you're afraid.
I follow it! Some people say though that it's really brave to admit fear, but geez mostly it's girls who say they're scared of things and they seem to be weirdly proud of it like it's a marker or their feminineness or something (wow that's a real word). So. Why bother?
Fake it until you make it, is my motto. *twirls mustache* *even though I don't have a mustache* *if I had one I would twirl it right now*
So never admit that you're sad, or angry or confused. Just fake it until you make it.
As a result, you will be a Domeki clone. And not very personable. No friends, probably, because they can tell you're a liar and/or a robot.
Actually "Fake it until you make it" is not really my motto. I don't have mottos.
Oh wait, I do: Che sara, sara.
Shigure from Fruits Basket said that and he's my sensei.
Jennifer hates that phrase, but it's true, to a point. Everything is true, to a point. There are no whole truths that I know of, which is why trying to figure out your life is pointless. Generalizations are broken, mostly, so how am I supposed to get anywhere in my philosophizing? God knows I have no patience with the details. It's good enough to be happy without trying to figure happiness out...
But here I am typing these generalizations and assumptions anyway.
I'm watching Penn's Alcohol thinger, the thing froshies have to watch to educate themselves about alcohol and drugs and what not and I'm appreciating the cheesy humor. It's a lot better than NYU's alcohol test, that's for sure.
"Pot" it says. "Is hard to stop."
Jesus let me tell you that's probably true. I mean my neighbor is always smoking pot. It smells awful. I wonder if it makes him happy? I just know there's a little girl in that house too, barely a toddler, but I mean, pot isn't the worst drug for a kid to be around.
The worst drug is...
Caffeine.
Gosh a kid on caffeine is just. Just. Jesus H. Christ.
(Are you trying to be funny?)
I'm going to start another post now, with a more focused topic.
The Rules of the Game
8:05 AM
You are not my first baby, my baby, my blog.
I had others and they are all dead. Something went wrong. Obviously. And then you hear about Natalie Munroe, a teacher who got suspended for complaining about "whiny kids" on her blog and you know, it looks like a journal, Ginny, but it's actually a megalomaniacal personification of evil. Or something.
This blog thing, I mean.
I'm bored so let's call blogging a life-or-death game.
The rules of the game:
1. As I said before because it is the most important thing: Be honest. Even if you're lying, be honest about it.
2. Only say things you'd be comfortable saying to your friends. Things you believe you have a right to say and wouldn't be embarrassed to back up in a public trial.
In fact, to avoid all awkwardness, never say anything about someone you wouldn't want to say to their face.
3. Finally (a good rule in life too) don't (as Noam said) drink the Kool-Aid. Don't be a fanatic of anything, always be skeptical of everything, always be ready to change your mind. There's less to defend that way.
That's it.
Note, I didn't say, as Kelly of "Regis and" fame did, "Don't post nudey photos." Nor did I say, as I would have when I was little miss puritan 6th grader, "Don't say anything you wouldn't tell your daddy."
Do it, if that's what you want. Just be ready to defend your decisions.
'Cause yes it does matter what other people think when other people are ignorant gits who'll slaughter you and mutilate your corpse if you can't explain yourself too good, if they don't understand where you're coming from. Yes, the world is out to get you, not you specifically, but someone careless who could have your face, name and shoe-size.
And the worst is they are remorseless, hypocritical bastards.
Just look what they did to Michael Jackson. Britney Spears.
That's my life philosophy anyway. And call me anal, but I like rules--so long as I made them myself. It's like a bargain with God--so long as I follow these, I'll be safe.
As I get older, I'm starting to like the sound of just being safe. Security, you know? The harmless, mundane 9 to 5! Gimme! I want it!
...I'm kidding. I think.
Anyhoo, now I can really say that the game has begun.
I had others and they are all dead. Something went wrong. Obviously. And then you hear about Natalie Munroe, a teacher who got suspended for complaining about "whiny kids" on her blog and you know, it looks like a journal, Ginny, but it's actually a megalomaniacal personification of evil. Or something.
This blog thing, I mean.
I'm bored so let's call blogging a life-or-death game.
The rules of the game:
1. As I said before because it is the most important thing: Be honest. Even if you're lying, be honest about it.
2. Only say things you'd be comfortable saying to your friends. Things you believe you have a right to say and wouldn't be embarrassed to back up in a public trial.
In fact, to avoid all awkwardness, never say anything about someone you wouldn't want to say to their face.
3. Finally (a good rule in life too) don't (as Noam said) drink the Kool-Aid. Don't be a fanatic of anything, always be skeptical of everything, always be ready to change your mind. There's less to defend that way.
That's it.
Note, I didn't say, as Kelly of "Regis and" fame did, "Don't post nudey photos." Nor did I say, as I would have when I was little miss puritan 6th grader, "Don't say anything you wouldn't tell your daddy."
Do it, if that's what you want. Just be ready to defend your decisions.
'Cause yes it does matter what other people think when other people are ignorant gits who'll slaughter you and mutilate your corpse if you can't explain yourself too good, if they don't understand where you're coming from. Yes, the world is out to get you, not you specifically, but someone careless who could have your face, name and shoe-size.
And the worst is they are remorseless, hypocritical bastards.
Just look what they did to Michael Jackson. Britney Spears.
That's my life philosophy anyway. And call me anal, but I like rules--so long as I made them myself. It's like a bargain with God--so long as I follow these, I'll be safe.
As I get older, I'm starting to like the sound of just being safe. Security, you know? The harmless, mundane 9 to 5! Gimme! I want it!
...I'm kidding. I think.
Anyhoo, now I can really say that the game has begun.
