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So I know I haven't written in a while. But let's
face it- who really goes around and reads all this blogging crap anyways? I
mean, think about the millions of people in the world who go out and think hey!
I wanna start a blog, that way people can read about my opinions and I'll feel
special! Well, the truth is it probably fails. I mean, then think about
how no one ever just searches blogs, unless that is, they have
something better that they are supposed to be doing- then anything but that
seems fun, and even then only a few of those blogs are probably read. But today
i figured, why not write?
So i was talking earlier with a friend and it got
me thinking about how pointless infomercials are. Cool life, right? If that's
all im thinking about, but i mean, when your just driving in a car what else is
there to do? Anyways, infomercials. I mean, think a bout it. They're
basically just hour-long commercials for things that you don't want, don't need,
and will probably just break the moment that it arrives even if you have a huge
lapse in judgement for a second and actually think to purchase one of whatever
item they're selling. I mean, whoever decided to make the commercial
obviously couldn't even afford real actors for their product- if you have no
respect for your own product why should your consumers? And its definately not
real people they use on those things either- you can see them reading off a
prompter half the time! So really, what's the point of such crap? Other, of
course, to annoy people like me with a short attention span, and a general
dislike of that whole monotone voice they've got going on half the time. They
way they make those commercials too, it's not even like those kinds of
commercials that you like to watch that are funny and happy. They're more like
radio commercials. You know, the kind that just sound like noise and seem to
last forever even though its only like 5 minutes until the next song plays.
Only, with infomercials, there is no next song. It
just keeps going. God, what has this world come to?

Running Mascara

I missed it.....Again. And the worst part is, I was there. I could have gone. But I didn't. I didn't realize. As my friend once said "it's like an illusionist who played his trick". Well, good job illusionist. Now my hearts confused. Nothing to do now, but wait, and watch a movie...

Green Pine Hats...

The holiday decorations are still up in our house. I'm honestly way too lazy to put them away, so there they sit. Old. Unneeded. And ready to be taken down. But, no one wants to take the effort to go and get the boxes down from the attic, and go through the laborious project of putting countless, macceroni and paper, handmade, and glass ornaments and adornments scattered around the house away from sight and out of their misery until next christmas where the taking out proccess will just be repeated anyways. So here they remain. All around our house, decorations of last year's christmas. They will probably be put away eventually, but until then they lay undisturbed in the one room that no one ever uses, but is there just to look good. Why do they have such rooms in houses anyways? Everyone has one, one room they don't use, just sits there empty waiting for those wierd, fancy parties that only come around so often. Just like the decorations put in them... Any ways, I think it's time to put away those decorations, get up and just do it, but then, I think I'll just pour another glass of tea, and wait. For what, I don't know. But something's sure to happen. It always does...

Ramblings...

I'm just going to talk for a while now- this should be fun, shouldn't it? I really hate when people don't respond. Like when you go for a walk and you pass by someone, in a car, jogging, whatever, and you try to wave at them and they just refuse to wave back. So, of course, you're just sitting there thinking, well, maybe they just didn't see me. But then, that one little thing will nagg at you, and you start to think, well, maybe they did see me. Maybe they just don't like me, maybe they just have no time in their life orsomething. And then that feeling will just get under your skin. It's
like all those small details that you will remember about certain people. Maybe it's just paranoia, but I think in a way that people are programmed to remember tiny details and relate every one of those to themselves. Maybe we all just have to learn to let those go. To deal with the fact that not everyone will respond, and that we really shouldn't care because it's meant to be. I'm a strong believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, no matter what it is. I don't mean
like cause and effect reasoning, like those wierd buddah mantras that if you do one thing another will happen or those overly-commercialized karma, what goes around comes around circles. What I mean is,what happens happens, and no matter what
you do you
can't
change
that. I'm not saying that people
aren't
in
control
of
their
destiny,
but that's exactly what I'm
saying.
Just
sit
back
and
don't
worry, don't let
life just
pass you by
nessicarily, but take
part in
it
even
more, love it
even
more,
knowing that in the end, it
will be
ok

Blue Greece...

So it's officially the new decade. 2010 has
come at last. I suppose most people who have a blog and aren't partying tonight
are going to be blogging about the new year. Well, I'm proud to be one of those
people. I would love to say how fast everything has changed, how great the past
decade has been, ect. but you know what? It's really not that different, while
at the same time- it is. It's like when you have a birthday, not one of those
small ones but like when you turn 13 or 16 or 20 ect, when it's supposed to be
huge and there's this hype about everything and it's all supposed to be amazing,
and you're supposed to feel different. Then, the birthday comes, and you just
don't feel different. You have the same life, the same everything really, the
only thing that's changed is you. But, that's still change isn't it? and you do
in a way feel different, it's just...not quite how you expected. That's how I
feel with this new year. I feel like everything's better, like it's gonna be ok
from now on, like maybe, just maybe that hard part is over. I know there's gonna
be a few bumps in the road, and I might stumble, but hey, that's just how life
is isn't it? Haha, here's me quoting song lyrics again. How very like me. But oh
well, we'll just take it one unexpected day at a time. Here's to the new
year...

Shiney Shoes...

Have you ever been shopping and found a store you really like- one that's just perfect for you, and your style, but then, when you go in there's just something wrong with everything you try on. It doesn't fit, doesn't lay right, or just isnt something you end up liking. and so you have to go to a whole new store but the whole time you're wondering....what if?

Rainbows and Puppies, and That Last Missing Sock....

You know what I really hate is when you can't find what you're looking for, even when you had it just a moment ago. Its like when you start writing that note to put on the kitchen counter, so that the rest of the family knows you went to go buy milk, and you put the pen down for just one second, and when you look back- it's gone. You know it was there just one second ago, but now it seems to have somehow grown little legs and walked off. So, of course, instead of getting off your lazy butt to go find a new pen

in that pen drawer in the office about 5 feet away, you spend about 10 minutes looking for this one pen. Then, finally, right when you're about to give up, you find it and it's right where you left it all along. It's right there in front of you, as if waiting for you to give up looking and just wait for it to come to you. Of course, this whole process in the end is quite counter productive as, not only have you wasted 10 extra minutes, but you're also now entirely too tired to actually go to the store, so you give up and wait for someone else to buy milk for you. But I guess that's just how life is sometimes isn't it? You lose things, and spend years searching for them, only to find them waiting for you to pause in your search then find them. Then, when you finally do, you realize that you don't need them anymore. Now, some people I guess would call this a waste, but me? I call it an adventure.