The statement that life is wasted on whoever it is actually directed to is bullshit.
You see, life is something that is used many different ways. An infinite amount actually if you take to account that a different footstep would count for 1.
The way I see it, that statement is something that life is wonderful and it should be used for wonderful things, now that's an okay statement, but you see, let's say you're referring to lazy people. Like me.
If you say life is wasted on lazy people, it would be pointing out that either exercise or traveling is the person saying it's ambition. It could also be an old fuck in a deathbed who already wasted his life and shoving that statement down the nurse's throats because like I referred to him, he's a fuck.
Basically pointing out that you aren't accepting of other people's life style. That if you were in charge of another person's body you would live it so much better than that person would have.
I could do that in racist or homophobic terms but that would just worthless words strung together.
That statement sounds a tad more evil, right?
Venting
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Smile : )
I hurt my knee today playing soccer in PE. Some black fat girl stepped on my foot and I went down. I did distract everyone while Luke scored a goal. That's beneficiary I guess. I scored one earlier in the game, too. I had a sense of accomplishment that lasted only about half an hour since I noticed that no one actually cared at all.
I've found recently that I've been happy when I really shouldn't be. I wake up from a afternoon nap and have a smile on my face that I have no idea why it's there. I then become aware it's there, but it stays there. I have nothing to look forward to. So why don't you leave?
Honestly, I've been doing fine in school in social standards. I have somewhere to sit at lunch and I have someone to talk to in most of my classes. Outside of school I haven't hung out with anyone since Monday. Which isn't too bad, but I feel as if I am in a rut. Maybe the smile just wants me to see the optimistic side. Is it possible for a pessimist to change to optimist?
I've found recently that I've been happy when I really shouldn't be. I wake up from a afternoon nap and have a smile on my face that I have no idea why it's there. I then become aware it's there, but it stays there. I have nothing to look forward to. So why don't you leave?
Honestly, I've been doing fine in school in social standards. I have somewhere to sit at lunch and I have someone to talk to in most of my classes. Outside of school I haven't hung out with anyone since Monday. Which isn't too bad, but I feel as if I am in a rut. Maybe the smile just wants me to see the optimistic side. Is it possible for a pessimist to change to optimist?
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I am not a Blogger.
Read the title of this if you give a shit. I am aware that no one really reads blogs anymore unless it is associated with gossip about a celebrity or is giving answers to a test you probably should've studied for earlier.
Even if you don't read my blog (directed towards everyone) then it's pretty obvious by the given information on the dates of the 2 posts I have that I'm really not a blogger. I have a digital journal, which I updated constantly for like a week, then I gave up and do it once every week and that's being generous to myself.
Their are many things I am not that I wish I was. For instance, people find me to be a nonathletic fuck when if they give me a chance they find that I'm not too bad. I blame my parents for that. I always wanted to be a goalie in soccer as a kid. I remember saying it constantly and they never even took the action to look into any soccer teams nearby.
I want to be a womanizer. It's a common thing to want, but I would settle for just one mildly attractive girl to be with me. Is it something with my hair? Do they see my scrawny figure and just assume I'm not strong?
I want to be a genius. I am actually smarter than most, but I am missing the trying factor to that equation. Perhaps I should change that, or do what I usually do and just put it off until tomorrow.
I want to have the ability to talk to people without them making fun of my speech impediment. I was in speech therapy, and I know how to do it, and I know for a fact you understand me, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Last, I want all the lies I've told to come true. For if that happened I'd be a much better person all around. After all, I am just living in a fairytale and the moral of the story is to not be a lazy fuck like me.
Even if you don't read my blog (directed towards everyone) then it's pretty obvious by the given information on the dates of the 2 posts I have that I'm really not a blogger. I have a digital journal, which I updated constantly for like a week, then I gave up and do it once every week and that's being generous to myself.
Their are many things I am not that I wish I was. For instance, people find me to be a nonathletic fuck when if they give me a chance they find that I'm not too bad. I blame my parents for that. I always wanted to be a goalie in soccer as a kid. I remember saying it constantly and they never even took the action to look into any soccer teams nearby.
I want to be a womanizer. It's a common thing to want, but I would settle for just one mildly attractive girl to be with me. Is it something with my hair? Do they see my scrawny figure and just assume I'm not strong?
I want to be a genius. I am actually smarter than most, but I am missing the trying factor to that equation. Perhaps I should change that, or do what I usually do and just put it off until tomorrow.
I want to have the ability to talk to people without them making fun of my speech impediment. I was in speech therapy, and I know how to do it, and I know for a fact you understand me, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Last, I want all the lies I've told to come true. For if that happened I'd be a much better person all around. After all, I am just living in a fairytale and the moral of the story is to not be a lazy fuck like me.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Recently Dead Friend
I met her on Runescape. A sad way to meet, but it happened.
We talked a lot about random stuff, but the stuff usually involved a lot of talk of suicide and how her mother hit her. I told her not to like many do to the people who kill themselves, what else can we do?
We talked so much about things that we grew a love for eachother, not the type of love where we actually have physical contact, but the type where we love eachothers personalities and that a day without talking to eachother isn't a day at all.
We talked about past times and stories that we really can't tell if either of us are telling the other the truth, but we both believed eachother.
The message came where she asked, "Do you ever think a boy like you, would go for a girl like me?" A somewhat overused saying, but I was very happy to hear it.
The next message she sent were the 3 words that anyone sane should be happy to hear.
After that, we somehow grew apart. The messages we sent that usually turned into several messages died down until it was none. Then, yesterday night, I got a message that told me she had commited suicide.
I forever love you, Julie.
We talked a lot about random stuff, but the stuff usually involved a lot of talk of suicide and how her mother hit her. I told her not to like many do to the people who kill themselves, what else can we do?
We talked so much about things that we grew a love for eachother, not the type of love where we actually have physical contact, but the type where we love eachothers personalities and that a day without talking to eachother isn't a day at all.
We talked about past times and stories that we really can't tell if either of us are telling the other the truth, but we both believed eachother.
The message came where she asked, "Do you ever think a boy like you, would go for a girl like me?" A somewhat overused saying, but I was very happy to hear it.
The next message she sent were the 3 words that anyone sane should be happy to hear.
After that, we somehow grew apart. The messages we sent that usually turned into several messages died down until it was none. Then, yesterday night, I got a message that told me she had commited suicide.
I forever love you, Julie.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Annoying Fat Friend Girl
Now I have this girl I sit with at lunch. I also share my first 2 periods of the day with her. Now she is nice to me and I am nice to her, but something about her is just plain annoying. She's huge. But one of my best friends is overweight and I don't find him annoying to the extent of writing a post to vent my rage or mind grapes or whatever you want to call it. Maybe because she ruins the image I have for girls, for guys my age, girls are like a constant pop-up that you can't block out, and when it pops-up you do not want to X it out. Also, she talks about other people being ugly. Like as if she never steps across a mirror.. She says I look like Bruno. (sequel to Borat?) I don't have blond hair and I can honestly say from any standpoint that I don't look like him. She also bursts into some annoying song from a car commercial or something from a TV show. I think what annoys me most is that she thinks she's popular and everyone likes her. She thought I looked lonely in Social Studies class, I wasn't, I just like my privacy and I like to get my work done. I only write these somewhat cruel things because I have too high of a moral code to ever let them loose in real life to a person who would laugh at what I'm saying because sometimes cruel things can be hilarious. I don't find this hilarious. Even thinking about her gives me a headache and makes me want to cover a pillow over my head and ditch school tomorrow. Their are very few people I actually even find annoying, personally I think this is the one girl who actually gets into my head and makes me want to be deaf.
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