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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
If you are what you eat, I am an apple
The ears are feeding on mewithoutYou - Carousels
I am tired. My head thinks at an alarming speed, much too quick for its own good. Also, the capacity of which my head can contain thoughts is being severely tested.
Chuck Palahniuk and Steve Carell could be brothers.
Wrote this yesterday. Meant to post it but oh well, words aren't as exciting as photos and I haven't uploaded any pictures from the weekend - banquet, mostly - but who is to dictate what goes on this (...cursed word) blog except me? Har har. Anyway, I'll put pictures up when I do. If I do. Maybe I won't. Adkjsfhahahahahhffsaaaaaaa. Oh, alright. Just one picture of me and Anna, but I took it off her site. It's below all this.
Communication
Communicators
Communes
Commuters
Mute
Mule
Ass
Word relativity? I don't know. It seems appropriate, however, to mention that that is precisely the byproduct of conversations with Jo. Maybe without the whole communes/commuters bit, but I had to end up at "ass", somehow.
If I've got opinions on almost anything, but not everything, surely I will have to have some sort of basis/fact/truth in my arguments? Or is everything based on the whims and fancies of whatever mood I am currently in?
*sigh*
I lack objectivity. There comes a point when I overdo and sequentially underdo things, and that isn't right. Am I emotionally unstable? It's a bit hard to sit back and take a look at myself, because that is presently impossible as I literally do not have a mirror, and figuratively, I am not able to assess myself as a whole being without getting distracted by some irrelevant variable that could affect my perceptions of what is really going on with me.
Oh, do I need help. I am a detrimental entity.
Also, I seem to ask a lot of questions, but when I actually have the opportunity to ask all these maniacal questions to people who might be able to answer them, speech always fails me. I don't know why. Would you know why?
See what I mean? I took some tickle.com test that claims Curiosity drives me. I am not a vehicle, but whatever the crap that meant, okay. Curiosity it is.
E·mo·ti·con n
a symbolic picture used in computer communications to convey emotions,
constructed by arranging standard keyboard characters that are usually
to be viewed sideways. A smile might be represented as :-).
Wouldn't it be easier to do away with grammatical fanciness and just define emoticon as :-)?
Maybe not. Oh well, so much for objectivity. Ah, that reminds me of the word "emote". Remote emote. Remotely emote. Emoting. Emoteful!
By the way, I don't know how the word "emolument" can be humorous. I am beginning to detest any word that starts with "emo". I blame the (attempted) scenesters, because they sure take the joy out of the meaning of the word "emotional" which I try to love very much, even if it works against me sometimes. Em words. Em emotions.
Email.
Embryo.
Emcee.
Emend.
Eminence.
Emmmmmm.
I have been using the word "fancy" too much. It has replaced "cute" in my vocabulary, something some of you should be pleased about. I do realise that the inanimate object over there isn't exactly cute, but I am a girl and we tend to find a lot of non-cute things cute (unless you are cynical, depressed, or a stickler for proper use of adjectives). The problem now is that most of the things I declare fancy, well, really aren't. So the real issue might lie with my inability to
communicate because I misuse words.
I suppose today is the day I rake up just a sample of my idiosyncrasies and put them on display.
I have the habit of carrying in the vein of being so non-busy that when I actually, on the very rare occasions - see what I mean, I'm doing it again - am busy, I tell people that I am doing nothing.
Why?!
Last week was busy, for what it's worth. Church office work as it turns out, really isn't The Life. Emails to be replied to, accounts to be updated, pebbles and crumbs to be vacuumed, trash to be thrown out, CDs to be burned, cups to be washed, phone calls to be returned, junk faxes to be thrown away, cheques to be written, glass doors to be wiped, chairs to be kept, papers to be filed...
Why, oh, why do I always tell people that there really isn't much to do? Sure, those tasks can be menial (yes, I am aware that being a church office auntie at the ripe old age of 17.5 years requires much skill... not) but they are time consuming, at the very least. And it does require some sort of organizational skill to get all those things done, which I don't doubt I somewhat possess, but... Hmmm. Never mind me. I forgot what I was trying to say.
Anyhoo. This has been great fun, pointing out all the nonsense I do and say. I hope all this rambling doesn't make me aimless (again) and soul-searching doesn't make me too narcissistic.
These questions are incredibly dumb and fairly amusing, pertaining to how they are to be answered. And, oh, ever so inaccurate. Thanks to Anna for this thing.
How are you feeling today?: I used to hate cell phones but now I hate car accidents
Will you get far in life?: Munich
How do your friends see you?: I got a letter
Where will you get Married?: If I could see
What is your best friend's theme song?: Unretrofied
What is the story of your life?: It's a hit
What is/was highchool like?: Hardcore Pride
How can you get ahead in life?: Roads
How is today going to be?: Down for the core
What is in store for this weekend?: Portrait
What song describes my parents?: Promises kept
My grandparents?: Burning house
How is your life going?: ...Best in Mexico
What song will they play at your funeral?: Carried away
How does the world see you?: The beginning
Will you have a happy life?: See the flames begin to crawl
What do your friends really think of you?: Paper hangar
Do people secretly lust after you?: Fall in a river
How can you make yourself happy?: Resistance to resistance
What should you do with my life?: Remedy
Will you ever have children?: Hallelujah (hahahha)
What is some good advice for me?: Putrefaction
How will you be remembered?: Muzzle of bees
What is your signature dancing song?: Where 0 meets 15
What do I think your current theme song is?: Postcards from Italy
What does everyone else think your current theme song is?: An honest confession
What type of men/women do you like?: Luminous Luminesence...
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