| Thought 131: 18/02/04 |
| Despite being a veteran soft-drink consumer, I only realised this week that it is pointless buying a bottle of soft drink, cos by the time you've drank half of it, the rest is flat and horrible. Amazing how much you expect of things when you have to pay for them. |
| Thought 132: 18/02/04 |
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| I have respect for somebody who wants to be a teacher. A decent teacher, mind. Not some of the arseholes and bitches I've had for teachers over the years. Lecturers, on the other hand, are useless wankers. The name is a dead give-away, though. Teachers teach, lecturers lecture. All they do is talk in front of power point presentations. If they just gave everyone the power point slides there would be no need for lectures, and in fact, there isn't. There is actually no need to go to university, just read what you need off power point slides. Lecturers will hardly ever tell anyone off for talking. They will try and be clever and pretend they think the people talking are discussing the lecture and ask them what they are talking about. Also because hardly any of mine speak English very well, they can't raise their voice cos they will probably be laughed at. |
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| Thought 133: 18/02/04 |
| I feel very guilty about saying to the doctor that I'm depressed. I genuinely think I am, but all the people I've ever known to be depressed have tried to commit suicide. I've never done that, so I can't help but feel like the doctor or counsellor will shout at me, saying I'm attention seeking. Am I really that depressed? All I can think of what made me depressed in the first place is TGIRL. It seems silly to me that I can get so depressed over something that happened over 3 years ago. |
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| Thought 144: 29/02/04 |
| Some positive thoughts from the Good Book: Psalm 91 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you make the Most High your dwelling - even the Lord, who is my refuge - then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. "Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation." |
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| Thought 145: 31/03/04 |
| How did the phrase "Come out of the closet" appear? Did gays only ever have sex in closets in the olden days? |
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| Thought 146: 31/03/04 |
| Although the social stigma is the most discouraging thing, by far the most annoying thing about wearing glasses is the small talk. Every conversation you will ever have about glasses will go along these lines: "Are you short sighted or long sighted?" (you get asked this everytime, even if you have already told the person 20 times before) "Let's try them on..." (cos people can't stand to see you have all the fun, obviously) "These don't work!" (they reason this either because they can see through the glasses with no obvious effect on their vision, or because the glasses effect their vision so much that they can't see through them. Makes me wonder if they think glasses that do work are actually very thin binoculars) |
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| Thought 147: 31/03/04 |
| I got a spam email a few weeks ago telling me to play chess with Einstein. For a start, I'm not sure if he played chess, and secondly, he's dead. People who send spam are indeed very twisted individuals. |
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| Thought 148: 31/03/04 |
| Do women wear jeans that have slogans on the arse because they want attention to be drawn to it? Cos I don't think I want to look at someone who can fit "Rock Glamour" in big letters on their arse. No, really, I don't. |
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| Thought 149: 24/04/04 |
| I think the following lyrics should be banned from all future songs to challenge writers to maybe write something original for once: "Outta sight"; "Morning Light"; "Take My Hand"; "Yeah" and "No Matter How Hard I Try". |
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| Thought 150: 27/06/04 |
| Dear John McEnroe, yes you are American, and yes you said "You cannot be serious" to an umpire once. Get the fuck over it. |