tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48720055203165301452024-02-07T09:23:58.979-05:00A Pet Named PeeveIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-86126843470295956322012-09-05T15:00:00.001-04:002012-09-05T15:07:33.778-04:00The Current SituationMy life has taken a lot of twists and turns over the last summer, as I'm sure a select few of you know. To begin, I am now on two types of psychoactive medication; Lexapro and Wellbutrin. Let me explain what each of those does. The former is one that helps with a certain condition called "dysthymia," or as my physician puts it, "Eeyore syndrome." This condition (which I believe more people suffer from than anyone thinks) makes people very apathetic, much like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. The latter, Wellbutrin, is more of just an overall mood enhancer.<br />
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Other than that there have been some more noticeable changes to my life. I am only going part-time to school, taking only 6 credits. I have also switched from being a Computer Science major to the more fitting Computer Game Design department, where I have met many a kind soul.</div>
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The reason why you haven't heard from me in upwards of two months is that I haven't had access to a computer at home. This has been the most recent and most impacting concern that I am recently facing. It all started when I quit a job that I had at a restaurant after just a few days. There are many sides to this story, and many "reasons" why I did it. I'm not going to get into those...just know that I still do not regret that decision. But I digress...</div>
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My parents got extremely mad at me, which I resentfully understand. They decided that I should not be allowed on the computer until I got a job, which I was less than enthusiastic to do, because I wanted more of my focus to be on school and my future. My parents' decision to take me off the computer is one that I will resent for the rest of my life. It has put my life at a standstill for the past two months, with no real way that I can be productive in the areas that I need to. This has lasted until this day... I almost have a good job; a job that I can actually get behind and one that I think will help me a great deal. The job is being a lab monitor in the art building at Mason, which is where Computer Game Design is based. It would be perfect and I should hear within the next few days.</div>
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I'm living at home this semester, which is something bittersweet, to say the least. It might become a little irritating having to live with my parents, but I've made it 19 years so far, so I should be able to make a few more. The upside, though, is that there ARE less distractions and a little more subconscious motivation for me to do my work.</div>
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That's all I can think of now. I'll try to just keep plugging away, I guess...</div>
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Ignorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-67696774932737350662012-08-30T13:17:00.001-04:002012-09-05T14:45:34.514-04:00I'm BackSurprise!!<br />
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Ok, maybe not that much of a surprise, because no one actually reads this...but still...surprise!!<br />
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I will be posting more in the near future. A lot has happened to me this past summer, and I mean a LOT. I can't really say too much right now because I have a meeting with someone in about 15 minutes. If you were wondering, I am back at GMU going to school part-time, and I am planning to change my major to Computer Game Design; it's a little more up my alley.<br />
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I'll try to fill [you] in on more later but for now just know that I'm doing better than I normally am and once I get my computer back (long story :/), I'll be posting even more; but for now I'll find computers whenever I can.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-22894726502717249242012-06-24T10:44:00.004-04:002012-06-24T10:44:58.050-04:00Pinch MeI rarely actually dream about the girls I like, don't know why. Last night, however, I had a dream about one that just recently closed all possible doors I could have found. It was innocent enough. I was going to see her at her driving school and she "confessed" her love to me. Afterwards, I went on a skiing trip and forgot my skiing clothes (I don't have any). When I was with her in the dream, I quite literally pinched myself twice because I thought I was dreaming.<br />
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I didn't wake up when I pinched myself. I wish I had never woken up from that, it would have been perfect. For the first time in my life, I would have gotten something that I really wanted, right from the top of my list; I won't get her, though, and now I just need to worry about accepting it. I need to keep her as a friend; I need to keep her off my mind.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-71144607916916129582012-06-21T11:32:00.001-04:002012-06-21T11:32:42.336-04:00The Purpose of MotivationMost of us have seen a video or heard a song that has motivated us. It speaks about today's age going away from the more hardworking era and towards an era of instant gratification; one which rewards people for barely doing anything. It talks about working hard just to work hard and accomplish something most people don't.<br />
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It grabs our attention and makes us decide that second that we are going to change; we are going to try and make a difference in our lives because of a two minute audio clip, and it's good.<br />
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But what happens when that video ends? What happens when you snap back to reality. In those two minutes after the video, we justify our lives in order to not change. That's the problem with those videos. They are without the correct medium to actually LET us change our lives. They don't LET us make any big changes, because, as I sit here having just woken up in the dark, I won't change my life; I'm not in the position to.<br />
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That's what we need to do...FIND the position to change our lives. FIND that one golden circumstance that allows you for true inspired change...THEN you will have changed, and it will be for the better.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-45394594296843596382012-05-25T20:48:00.001-04:002012-05-25T20:48:19.866-04:00Try Your DarndestI think it's a basic human desire to want to be in a situation that really tests your limits; just to really try your strengths to their extent and leave you empty. I've never really been in a situation like this. My life has been relatively relaxed. The only time I think that a human being will really push their limit, though, is when it is life or death for them or somebody they love.<div>
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Then we met these three guys; Liam, Daniel, and Tom. Daniel was "canoodling" with Amanda (the hottest one, imho). Tom was with a girl named Rachel (also very attractive). Liam, however, decided to "take me out to find some girls," as he put it. For those of you who know me and how I am, you know that this didn't work out too well. I'm not saying I didn't have fun walking around watching him talk to girls while sticking to the walls; it's just not the first thing I do at a club.<br />
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In conclusion, I know that the group of girls will, unfortunately, never read this; but thanks. I look the youngest out of all of you and don't particularly fit in socially, but thanks for making a me a member of the group for one night, at least.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-519357096025754292012-05-22T20:14:00.002-04:002012-05-22T20:14:26.428-04:00Day Four Down UndaWell I'm in day 4 now. To recap, I've eaten at a lot of places. I saw my sister sing in her a cappella group (she was amazing, and so was the rest of her group; I'm happy i went). I walked around Sydney and went to the top of the Sydney Eye (tall building, looked around). We saw the botanic garden, which includes thousands of bats. After that we went to the Sydney Opera House and ate at one of the most expensive eateries I've ever been to. We went there, had a few beers and four appetizers. Then we payed $120. It seemed almost like two separate events.<br />
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The things that I've done here have been interesting, to say the least, but I feel like I am not the type of person that would appreciate this type of "sight-seeing" vacation. I don't want to seem ungrateful, although I'm sure that I will, but I just don't like this kind of ooh-look-at-that-it's-so-pretty type of lifestyle that we are living here. I am going to go out and party with my sister and her friends at some point and that sounds fun. Other than that, I just find the constant walkaround of the place boring.<br />
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If it wasn't for my sister, I think that I would be about ready to go home. I miss my computer, being the kind of person I am, and I miss my home. I'm sure I will enjoy the rest of our stay, but that will be more out of necessity than true interest.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-85945534904481981962012-05-20T17:04:00.000-04:002012-05-20T17:04:09.908-04:00Australian DifferencesWell I've been in Australia for almost a full day. It was really good to see my sister, as she met us at the airport. She did her best to show us around the city, or at least as much of the city we were awake enough to see.<br />
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While I was exploring Australia, there are many differences that I have noticed. I will do my best to start with the ones that everyone knows, and go on to the more obscure/subtle differences.<br />
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<li>Everyone drives and walks on the left. Also, people drive on the right side of the car. This means all the controls are reversed, as well. That means that whenever we make a turn, the windshield wipers go off instead of the turn signals.</li>
<li>The accents are cool. I've always loved an Australian accent. A hot girl with an Australian accent becomes an even hotter girl.</li>
<li>The money is different. It's worth a small percentage more than American dollars. Also, everything here is way more expensive. My sister ordered a burger yesterday for $25.</li>
<li>When you say "thank you," people don't say "you're welcome." They say "no worries" or "not a problem."</li>
<li>There are two different buttons for flushing a toilet. A small flush, and a big flush; this depends on, well, you get the point.</li>
<li>They love being "green." There are a number of things that have to do with conserving energy. Every wall socket has a switch that you turn off when it isn't being used, for example.</li>
<li>There is no heat in the houses. When it gets cool (we are heading into Australia's winter right now), you just put on a sweater, or turn on a space heater.</li>
<li>Pineapple on hamburgers. Revolutionary. America, please do your part.</li>
<li>Birds are annoying. Really annoying.</li>
<li>I can drink. I haven't had a full fledged legal drink, but since the drinking age is 18, I will be taking advantage of that at some point.</li>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">So I’m on the flight(s) to Australia. The one I’m
currently on is going to San Francisco. It’s a six hour flight, and I will be
arriving at 7:30 PST and thereafter post this online (I’m writing in Word
whilst 20,000 feet above everyone). After that, I will be sitting for about a
two and a half hour layaway in the airport. After that, it’s off to Australia!
I have no idea how long the flight is going to be, but it will be long.
Luckily, I am riding in a 747, which I’m pretty sure just stands for 747 “plane
units” bigger than the planes that you normally fly in… I just hope it means
more leg room possibly. For now, though, I have to live through about two more
hours of this. It’s not bad really, I’m not one to complain; I can just sit and
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right leg fell asleep, though, which kind of sucks. I’m in a window seat (thank
god) and my right leg is all the way against the wall, with two people to my
left. They are both asleep with many things in their lap, so I’m not about to
tell them to get up just so I can use the bathroom; young bladder, I can hold
it. Other than that, I put two full seasons of Doctor Who on my laptop, I have
3,000+ songs on my iPhone, and I have my 3DS with about eight games. So,
naturally, I’m incredibly bored and have nothing to do. I guess I’ll put on the
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See you down under...<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-51620685317105157422012-05-14T02:07:00.000-04:002012-05-14T02:07:36.183-04:00The End of CollegeSo...I'm here. I'm at the end of my first year of college. What have I learned? I know several more drinking games than I care to admit. I've learned that you can skip classes in college and still do fine, but you really shouldn't. When I ask my roommate what we've learned in college, he literally just shrugs and says "I'm gay." Well that's what he learned; big life change; I'm happy for him.<br />
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But for me? I don't think I've changed that much. I think I've learned to be more patient in every situation. I hide my emotions better. In contrast, I might be a louder person as well... There may have been classes teaching me things; little tidbits of information I'll have to call on at one point or another in my life. Other than that, though, I'm just going to do my best to continue my college life as long as I can.<br />
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I guess out of everything that I may or may not have learned, I've learned that when I'm sitting in my bed late at night, blogging/thinking about how miserable I think my life is, I can just go to sleep and forget about it in the morning. I can do my best to remain completely ignorant or maybe just apathetic towards the downfalls of my life.<br />
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PS: I leave for Australia in 5 days.Ignorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-46973903873610528742012-05-14T01:56:00.001-04:002012-05-14T01:56:40.656-04:00HolidaysYesterday was Mother's Day. That's a ridiculous holiday that has no historical significance whatsoever... I'm not bashing mothers, don't think that I am. My Mom has done everything for me and I thank her for it. I would never be who I am today without her. Holidays, though, like this one, are just flat out ludicrous in the fact that they only exist for companies to sell cards and a breathtaking amount of flowers. What really disgusted me today is when I went to Giant to buy a card. They're so non personal that I couldn't even stand being there.<br />
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Other holidays, too; they're all pretty much the same. It's hard to describe, but it just stems off of my hate for the way consumer products are advertised. There's so much fallacy in the way that everything is presented, but everyone, including me, just continues to ignorantly eat it all up.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-78299071316796451932012-05-05T00:18:00.000-04:002012-05-05T00:18:04.450-04:00FacesWhy is it so difficult for people, including me, to feel a second of vulnerability, or more importantly, self awareness?<br />
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When you can look at yourself and actually understand what you're looking at is something that is great. I just find it so difficult to feel that, because I like to think of myself as an enigma, if that makes any sense. It's difficult to feel like an open book, where anyone can take a read and know exactly how you feel.<br />
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That's why I try my best to mask myself behind humor and overall insecurity. All of us have something that we hide behind. Whether it's just a wall of silence, or the whole "tough guy" act, we all have two identities.<br />
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We are what we actually are.<br />
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Well, I guess we actually have three; we just haven't admitted the third one to ourselves yet.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-59998167814101286142012-05-04T01:24:00.004-04:002012-05-04T12:45:13.608-04:00highercase lowkoosneeded a blog name<br />
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i met a new girl<br />
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miss my relatives<br />
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ps: switch high and lowIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-52375408054823627952012-05-03T02:17:00.001-04:002012-05-03T02:17:28.433-04:00Same Old Same OldSorry, it's been a while since my last post. I don't really have an excuse; I haven't been busy or sick; things just haven't really happened in a while. I also just haven't had the motivation to post anything, my bad.<br />
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My classes are pretty much over, at least the stressful things, so now I have nothing to worry about. This marks the end of my first year of college. I've changed a lot I guess; my outlook on life has, at least. I have to point out something, though, that I never really thought would happen. Right now, I don't have that much to stress about; I have a great life. I'm still miserable, though.<br />
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I've told this to a few loved ones, too, that I can't remember any part of my life where I truly succeeded or was legitimately happy. Sure I can have fun, anyone can; I just always have some part of me that feels awful.<br />
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I want to reach out to someone. I want someone who I can actually talk to about everything. Not just that, I want someone who will ask me how I'M feeling, instead of the other way around. I'll find someone, I suppose.<br />
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Or maybe I've already found Her, and I don't even know it.......<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-16432130196643063252012-04-25T01:50:00.002-04:002012-04-25T01:50:47.669-04:00Apolog-easySort of a cheesy title, isn't it...<div>
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- D</div>Ignorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-44839189815677531972012-04-23T12:16:00.000-04:002012-04-23T12:16:32.469-04:00New FacesI had a fascinating experience today. I was planning to hang out with someone from my English class to discuss a project to which we were assigned. She is a very attractive girl named Mrika (pretty name). Well we got to talking, and as some conversations unfortunately go, we stumbled upon the topic of religion.<br />
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As most of you probably know, I am an atheist, and don't particularly respect religion that much. Mrika, as it turned out, is Catholic. Even though I don't respect religion, she put it in the most amazing way. She talked about how it's hard for her to humble herself and just follow her blind faith toward the religion she believes. She pointed out that the more she learns about science and how the world works, the harder it is to believe in something like religion.<br />
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I've had countless arguments with other people on the matter of religion. None, however, actually left me leaving refreshed and more respectful towards the religion. Thanks, Mrika, I hope to get to know you more...<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-59021893773095655972012-04-19T00:58:00.000-04:002012-04-19T00:58:41.602-04:00PrioritiesI might go dark on my blog for a while, for I am beginning a new book! This one probably won't last, but whatever. This means that I will be spending my potential blogging time writing a book instead. If things happen in my life, however, I will still post about it, because I'm a sap who loves attention.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-57078658109669695322012-04-18T07:26:00.000-04:002012-04-18T07:26:18.217-04:00UnsuccessfulDecided to pull an all-nighter which is ending right about now. Got out of all my classes today, which is good, because I'm feeling absolutely awful, like sick or something. It's not the tired kind of awful either, just overall bad. So I emailed my professors and told them that I couldn't be at class; there was nothing really important going on today anyways.<br />
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The unsuccessful part is that I'm about to go to bed. I don't like going to bed at this time because it always fucks with my body clock, but oh well, sleep might feel good I guess. I also learned a lot more about my psyche and have decided to start writing a book. I don't think it will last, but this time (third time I've tried), I actually really like the subject I'm writing it on.<br />
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But for now folks, good night, see you another day/night/life...<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-52851585543557827142012-04-16T02:40:00.002-04:002012-04-16T02:40:29.648-04:00What A Long Strange Trip It's BeenFirst year of college -- almost over... A lot of memories, a few good friends, some less than adequate grades, but most of all, experience. I know a little bit more about what to expect from people. Nobody really cares about anyone else. They really only care about themselves in the end. Also, there really is no true way to know exactly what a person thinks of you as a person; they will always lie and tell you what they want you to think.<br />
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On a completely unrelated note, I have been texting one of my friends from high school recently. It's incredibly refreshing to text her and know that she actually cares about me/won't judge me constantly when I'm with her. I really think I like her, and now realize how much I actually miss her.<br />
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I don't think she reads this blog, but I wish she knew how excited I was to see her over the summer; I really want to hang out with her a lot. It's people like that that really give me more hope in people; she makes me wonder whether there are other caring people out there; just like my sister; just genuinely good people who actually look out for your well-being and your feelings every once in a while. I miss my sister as well, living life to the fullest in both New Zealand AND Australia, the lucky SOB.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-60599921861685408832012-04-14T00:58:00.002-04:002012-04-14T00:58:48.019-04:00Creative TitleBelieve me, I'm going to keep doing the same thing; I don't like change. I just wish that people around me would recognize me and help ME for once.
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At what point does it stop becoming satisfying to help people? I like to listen; and from my point of view, I think I'm good at it. I like to help people work out their problems; and again, from my point of view, I think I mostly have a positive impact. Where it gets irritating, though, is when people take you for granted... It gets to the point where people don't recognize the good that you are doing, and all they see is the few selfish things that you do.<br />
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I have problems, too...I don't see anyone caring.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-90975013181140703652012-04-10T22:42:00.000-04:002012-04-14T00:59:04.028-04:00But If We Started Dating It Would Ruin Our Friendship Where I Ask You To Do Things And You Do ThemI really like you. I do. You're so nice, and sweet, and you listen to all my problems and respond with the appropriate compliments. But, well, I don't really see a relationship in our future. It would be terrible if we let sex destroy this great friendship we have where I get everything I want and you get nothing you want. Don't you think?<br />
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I knew you would understand. You always do.<br />
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We're so perfect as friends, you know? I can tell you anything, and you know you can always come to me anytime you need to hear me bitch about work or how ugly I feel. You wouldn't want to ruin a friendship like that just so you could be my boyfriend, and have me look at you with desire and longing in my eyes, if only once—would you? Of course not. Well, if we started dating, it would only complicate this wonderful setup I've got going here.<br />
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It's just…you're like my best friend, and I would hate for something you desperately want to change that. I mean, sure, we could go on some dates, maybe mess around a little and finally validate the six years you've spent languishing in this platonic nightmare, but then what? How could we ever go back to the way we were, where I take advantage of your clear attraction to me so I can have someone at my beck and call? That part of our friendship means so much to me.<br />
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No. We are just destined to be really, really good friends who only hang out when I don't have a boyfriend, but still need male attention to boost my fragile and all-consuming ego.<br />
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Anything can happen once you bring romance in. Think about how awful my last relationship was at the end, remember? The guy I'd call you crying about at 3 a.m. because he wouldn't answer my texts? The guy I met at the birthday party you threw me? I had insanely passionate sex with him for four months and now we don't even talk anymore. God, I would die if something like that happened to us.<br />
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Plus, ick, can you even imagine getting naked in front of each other? I've known you so long, you're more like a brother that I've drunkenly made out with twice and never mentioned again. It'd be way too weird. And if we did, then whenever you'd come shopping with me, or go to one of my performances or charity events, or take me for ice cream when I've had a bad day at work, you'd be looking at me like, "I've seen her breasts." God, I can't think of anything more awkward that that.<br />
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Oh, before I forget, my mom says hi.<br />
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Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I'd be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don't see how much it crushes you. Let's never lose that. That's what makes us us.<br />
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Don't worry. You're so funny and smart and amazing, any girl but me would be lucky to date you. You'll find someone, I know it. And when you do, I'll be right by your side to suddenly become all flirty and affectionate with you in front of her, until she grows jealous and won't believe it when you say we're just friends. But when she dumps you, that's just what we'll be.<br />
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Best friends. Friends forever...<br />
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Now, you might notice that this is, in fact, from The Onion... I just wanted to post it because it is the story of everything in my life...</div>
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- D</div>Ignorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-26246325079526789532012-04-06T01:53:00.000-04:002012-04-06T01:53:53.547-04:00BlogceptionThis blog has become a lot more about me and my fucked up problems that don't actually matter than what I actually meant this blog to be like. Sorry for being cynical and narcissistic. I don't mean to be, but that's the way I am. I'll try to post about more interesting thoughts I guess... It's just so easy to vent in this pseudo-anonymous fashion.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-41430871075865156922012-04-06T01:50:00.000-04:002012-04-06T01:50:26.000-04:00I Hate ApologiesI am completely pissed off at my current social situation. I want out and I don't want to see any of the people that I currently hang around with. I am constantly being walked all over and I can tell that no one really gives a shit what I want. All I ever try to do is help, but people take that for granted and purposefully make fun of me. So fuck it, I'm done; I'm going to stop being nice all the time. It doesn't matter what the hell you think of me because I'm done. There might be one or two of you that I might be fine with keeping in touch with; but for the most part; fuck you.<br />
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All the guys are just obsessed with power play. They are completely obsessed with proving that they are better than every other guy; it's like we're in high school. I don't care about who I'm better than, but it's just god damn irritating when every person around you is completely obsessed with it.<br />
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You know what the sad part is? Tomorrow, I am going to go back to my normal self, completely over this temporary moment of lucidity. I am not going to try to change anything because I'm worried about what people think of me. There, I said it. I'm worried about the way that people think about me. I try not to admit it, but it's true; I actually care about my social image. Fuck.<br />
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- DIgnorant Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07847180203668125406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872005520316530145.post-12481730592390070062012-04-05T00:49:00.002-04:002012-04-05T00:49:48.033-04:00PsycheToday in English, we were discussing torture; it was because of some article we read.<div>
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The girl next to me said these words, I fuck you not: "If I was tortured, I'd just laugh."<i> </i>No you <i>would not</i>. If you were tortured, you would yell and scream like the rest of us. That's just a ridiculous thing to say. The human psyche is an easy thing to break if one inflicted enough pain to the body. Consider this, and keep in mind, it's incredibly dark to think about...</div>
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Someone kidnaps a woman who is about nine months pregnant and delivers the baby as safely as he can. He then allows the woman to become attached to the child. After attachment is established, which would only take a day or two, he gives the woman a choice <i>every day</i>: for her to be tortured, or her child. Since protection of young is built into human instinct, the woman would obviously choose herself. This would continue for weeks and maybe even months; but there would be a distinct time where she would completely snap and tell him to torture the baby.</div>
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This is the scary part of human torture; everyone has a breaking point. It's terrifying but also fascinating to think about (sorry for this being such a dark post). It just annoys me that some people think that they would be fine if they were captured/abducted and tortured.</div>
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