---- WARNING; I posted this on Facebook... and then just kept commenting to myself. Its odd. Enjoy. If you can. ---------------
ORIGINAL POST: "Didn't get to bed until 3:30 last night -- lets see what happens tonight."
Couldn't sleep. Tried. . . laid there forever. Then woke up at 7. . .
I feel *WIDE AWAKE* now.
"Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high....
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too! "
I finished my book. I learned a lot, but mostly had ideas validated. This causes some concern for me. Thoughts I had that were shut down by Dave C when I dated him.... validated. I was right. Bwaha!
Then again, he always said I wasn't as smart as him [enough to go to school to study Computer Science, which is what I wanted at the time] we both took the same IQ test. Started 5 min after him, finished 5 minutes earlier... scored 10 points higher. Of course, in his mind, that was just a fluke [which occurred a lot]
Brain is going a million miles an hour. . . I should write to tire it. As opposed to what I'm doing now. Or something.
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Can you believe the only sugar/caffeine I had today was two sips of Soda. Crazy. Still also the only food I've had today, too. Should fix that so I can ride in tomorrow.
Not enough room here to ramble about nothin'.
r me right now. I'm the happy me I was pre-Dave. Great News.
Eternity shall live on... Forever!
Profound. I know. I do my best.
My real question now is... why the hell are you reading this still? If I weren't writing it, I'd have left right around the part that said I didn't get to bed until 3:30. Kinda a boring post. This is why I had to dazzle it up some. If you're still reading you have to be a least a little entertained.
Should I keep going? I think I'm going to just finish it here. Mostly because note writing will turn to Quantum-Theory meets Political. Oh, nearly lost you there. Sorry. If I *really* wanted you to leave I'd just say the magical words...
You know its coming right? And I don't mean "Plugh" or "xyzzy".
[I'll wait while you go Google that because I'm 99% sure you have no idea WHY I mentioned those are magical words].
"You are in a twisty maze of passageways, all alike..." Wait, where was I? I'm totally lost. Oh yes, trying to get you to stop reading. Glenn Beck.
See. You stopped. Right there you did. Now I'm just writing to myself [though I'm quite sure I am anyway]. The mere mention of his name sends people running and screaming in terror. Usually people who have never heard much about him other than that he is Satan. Don't care. He's funny. And I don't mean funny like me, I mean ACTUALLY funny.
Would love to meet him someday, but I'd just stare at him dumb-founded [uh, no Wade -- NOT because I found Dumb], purely in fear. You know, my fear of people is partially due to my odd sense of humor. I mean... who the fuck references a game from the 70s as humor? Pretty much just me. Then I have to explain it... then its just not funny anymore. Sometimes I wish the world would smarten up and pay attention. AND since you were too lazy to Google [yes, i can read minds], pick up your Android phone [seriously, you have it at your fingertips and you couldn't Google? Lazy.] and search the market for a game called "Colossal Cave".
One of my favorites. There are no pictures. I'm boring. Deal. I really CAN stare at the Game of Life play for awhile. No, I don't mean Hasbro. Those of you who haven't had computers since they came into existence, do yourself a favor -- leave now.
Ok. Have you left yet? No? Ok, well don't say I didn't warn you. Here -- http://conwayslife.com/
Go play the game of life. I could never quite figure it out when it was on my computer as a kid [keep in mind, I was probably... 8]. Now that I've read the rules it makes sense.
I won't spoil the fun for you. The Wiki, however is good read if you like being smart.
BUT... you're still here, so you likely aren't interested in being smart so much as being entertained. Or, perhaps having the chance to peer into my brain and see what makes me tick. I don't let many people in there, so if you happen to stumble across this... I'm truly sorry. </ Geek>
No! I don't mean end all geeks. Just my geek moment. Sheesh. [and people who haven't spent any time at all peering deep under the skirt of the Internet are once again lost. Go figure. Look, I'm tired of helping catch you up. Google. All I'm sayin.
On to a new topic! You know, the music died in 1959 [and the funny in this rambling died at 11:20] -- but music still manages to live on. And people think ICPs lyrics are ridiculous. Then again, nothing tops the Beatles for ridiculousity in a song.
"I am the Walrus?" What the bloody hell?! And, lets not forget that violence is music is a bad thing... but Happiness is a Warm Gun. While I can't at all disagree with that theory, I can disagree with peoples out look on violence in music.
I will tell you EXACTLY why music of the clowns causes me so much joy. But, first -- a little homework. Get out your paper and pencil.
Write the name of that bully in high school you hated. Yeah, I know -- even just thinking about their name and seeing it written down has you fuming slightly. Hopefully the paper has fire retardant. Now, if you've made peace with this bully, pick another.
Remember exactly what they did to you. As painful as it is. Now, pick out a weapon -- something that would hurt. Like a sharpened candy cane. What? What do you mean a candy cane isn't a weapon? You've got to be kidding. Well, then your sucking skills are vastly deficient compared to mine, or you have no imagination. In which case... why are you still reading this?!
Ok, I picked candy cane, which I think is clearly the 1st tool used for tongue piercings. Now, we write what we'd like to have done to the person with the candy cane. You write about your weapon... I'd do it for you, but my mind reading skills aren't THAT great. Actually... this lesson is going to be lost on you. I'm going to scrap it. We don't need to dive into just HOW morbid I can be. For somebody who has NEVER seen any horror movies, aside from the 1st Saw, I can get pretty graphic about seeing blood seep from an open flesh wound.
Standing right beside you, I grab my candy cane.
jab it through your eye socket until i see your brain...
Ok, I said I was going to scrap it. Morbid? That was only slightly. But add a bouncy song behind it with the pure pleasure of payback, revenge and getting even and all the anger towards the person disappears. "Something, tells me, I should... Kill you" ... Man, nothing is happier than those lyrics. [*please note: this method does NOT work for everybody. For those who might ACTUALLY be insane, try just "moving on and forgetting". I'd be worried you'd discover your lyrics as instructions].
Anyway, all it took was writing out your anger on paper. ... and you too can be a grown adult in face paint, pandering kids to purchase your CDs and clothing. Oh, I see. THAT you laugh at.
*runs to wash off her facepaint*
I'm just writing this on the fly -- which... even you should have noticed by now. [uh, before you think i'm writing to only you, you're actually not that special this time -- this is a "free for all to see" post. The ones where I talk dirty -- THOSE are just for you. When I get around to writing them. Maybe.
Well, I think I'm done now, and the Wii is feeling neglected, and with all this talk about bad lyrics, Beatles' RockBand calls.
Look, you know you didn't want me to continue, because then you'd have to read it. You're only reading now because you couldn't stop before. Like the overly-used traffic accident analogy. Terrible, but you had to see the carnage. Hopefully you're not an English teacher, because this would be causing you tremendous pain. I punctuate based on my inflection and pauses in speech pattern. If you've heard me speak... this is how I sound.
But faster. And, higher pitched. And, in Arial Narrow. Don't you laugh at the Narrow. I'm not Arial Black anymore. I'll settle for Arial.
On that note, I bid you all... well, myself... goodnight.
Yeah, I'll be making this a note. This will be something I'll want to read in a year, laugh hysterically at and think to myself "Hopefully nobody read that...". Not because its not funny, but because is purely embarrassing [because its not funny].
If Danni were reading this and still worked with me... I'd find a sticky note on my monitor that read "I am the Walrus" in the morning.
God, I hope nobody made it this far.
