Thursday, July 14
Wow
David Icke doesn't hold a candle to this. It's downright horrific. I can't think of anything else to say that isn't common sense. It certainly makes my parents look like saints.
Wednesday, July 13
Calvin Coolidge was Young Once Too
And he became President! A curt one at that!
Anyway, I haven't posted in awhile. I've had things to talk about, but AIM has distracted me. I want to make some sort of entry though.
I delivered some lumber Saturday to this guy's house. He lived in a sort of poor neighborhood with a modest house along with his girlfriend (maybe wife). He'd invited some friends over to help unload the lumber with him.
I was just, I don't know, taken aback by their attitudes. They seemed so relaxed and mellow. Not stoner, brain dead mellow. Just sort of pleased with life, at peace. And I want that. I want it really badly. To be relaxed and at peace, to not worry and stress all the time. To not doubt myself and my future to the point of self-annihilation.
I had a breakdown to a point you're not comfortable with me talking about this weekend. I essentially doomed my teaching plan to failure because I knew I'd be too... different in my approach. More fun, less boring stuff. Which would probably get me fired, thus ruining the plan I have for my own personal peace. It lasted until I got angry today, charged if you will. I decided that I would make it work. I would put enough effort into forging a path that it would work, no buts about it. I got a bit of "determination."
And that's what I need. I need to get into a mindset where I try to be happy instead of just "accepting" what happens. Instead of thinking in terms of what will happen to me, I need to think in terms of what I'll make happen for me. I just hope I'm able to keep it up.
Anyway, I haven't posted in awhile. I've had things to talk about, but AIM has distracted me. I want to make some sort of entry though.
I delivered some lumber Saturday to this guy's house. He lived in a sort of poor neighborhood with a modest house along with his girlfriend (maybe wife). He'd invited some friends over to help unload the lumber with him.
I was just, I don't know, taken aback by their attitudes. They seemed so relaxed and mellow. Not stoner, brain dead mellow. Just sort of pleased with life, at peace. And I want that. I want it really badly. To be relaxed and at peace, to not worry and stress all the time. To not doubt myself and my future to the point of self-annihilation.
I had a breakdown to a point you're not comfortable with me talking about this weekend. I essentially doomed my teaching plan to failure because I knew I'd be too... different in my approach. More fun, less boring stuff. Which would probably get me fired, thus ruining the plan I have for my own personal peace. It lasted until I got angry today, charged if you will. I decided that I would make it work. I would put enough effort into forging a path that it would work, no buts about it. I got a bit of "determination."
And that's what I need. I need to get into a mindset where I try to be happy instead of just "accepting" what happens. Instead of thinking in terms of what will happen to me, I need to think in terms of what I'll make happen for me. I just hope I'm able to keep it up.
Wednesday, July 6
Whoa
This morning I looked at the clock and it said 7:32, and I was disappointed I couldn't go back to sleep. Then I woke up from looking at the clock to find it was a dream and it was only 7:06. Kinda hurts your mind, eh?
Tuesday, July 5
Monday, July 4
Ug
I don't want to go back! I don't wanna! *sigh*
In other news, I'm not planning on having children anytime soon. Small children are maddening. Not so much the girls, but the boys, at least in my oh so limited experiences. Boys are loud and rowdy and prideful and disrespectful. Girls just divide into factions and have an arms race a la gossip. Who will spread the most rumors first to discredit the other, prettier one who all the boys constantly flirt with GOD I'M SO FAT!!!
See, I can handle that. It's the "I win! I'm better than you! Let me punch you one last time just to reassert my superiority!" mentality that I can't really take. I'm not a person who commands respect, I generally prefer to win people to my side or at least poison their sodas before they realize I've insulted their religious beliefs and/or mother's face.
I don't know, is it just me? Is it odd that I primarily talk to girls? I mean, of the people I talk to on a quasi-regular basis (at least a few words every week or so), there are 3-4 boys and 6-8 girls. Girls are easier to talk to maybe? Maybe I don't feel threatened by them? But what's to feel threatened about when you're talking 1 on 1 to another social outcast?
I dunno. Maybe I'm a dirty, lecherous old man. Yes, I think that'd be pretty accurate. And on that note, back to babysitting. Dirty old men make great babysitters. The never take their eyes off the kids!
I'm a bad person.
In other news, I'm not planning on having children anytime soon. Small children are maddening. Not so much the girls, but the boys, at least in my oh so limited experiences. Boys are loud and rowdy and prideful and disrespectful. Girls just divide into factions and have an arms race a la gossip. Who will spread the most rumors first to discredit the other, prettier one who all the boys constantly flirt with GOD I'M SO FAT!!!
See, I can handle that. It's the "I win! I'm better than you! Let me punch you one last time just to reassert my superiority!" mentality that I can't really take. I'm not a person who commands respect, I generally prefer to win people to my side or at least poison their sodas before they realize I've insulted their religious beliefs and/or mother's face.
I don't know, is it just me? Is it odd that I primarily talk to girls? I mean, of the people I talk to on a quasi-regular basis (at least a few words every week or so), there are 3-4 boys and 6-8 girls. Girls are easier to talk to maybe? Maybe I don't feel threatened by them? But what's to feel threatened about when you're talking 1 on 1 to another social outcast?
I dunno. Maybe I'm a dirty, lecherous old man. Yes, I think that'd be pretty accurate. And on that note, back to babysitting. Dirty old men make great babysitters. The never take their eyes off the kids!
I'm a bad person.
Friday, July 1
Traveling Goodness
I was at a gas station in Fort Chiswick, halfway between Charlotteville and Knoxville. So I went into the bathroom and there was one of those condom machines they commonly have in men's restrooms (I don't know what they have for the ladies, but the mens' room generally has a metal box where one puts in quarters and discreetly receive a form of protection that even the secret service can't provide).
Anyway, etched on the machine, it said "For refund, insert baby here."
Oh the simple joys of solo travel. And no, that's not a metaphor for masturbation ya sick freak.
Anyway, etched on the machine, it said "For refund, insert baby here."
Oh the simple joys of solo travel. And no, that's not a metaphor for masturbation ya sick freak.