| Thought Seventy-One: 24/05/02 |
| Come to think of it, if you see "AWARD WINNING VET BROKE MY HEART SAYS AWARD WINNING COMPUTER GAME DESIGNER" that's me, too. |
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| Thought Seventy-Two: 24/05/02 |
| In responce to Dee's random thought, I would like him to see this webpage I saw ages ago: http://paul.merton.ox.ac.uk/science/cats.html |
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| Thought Seventy-Three: 03/06/02 |
| I was complimented several times on Friday night on my clothing (okay, it was mostly my cool hat which I got from Tokyo DisneyLand, but I was complimented on the rest of me as well). This got me thinking about the whole concept of 'fashion' (when I stopped feeling smug about it). Fashion means different things to different people. Surely, the main objective of fashion is to look good, I thought. But I do have respect for people who use fashion to express themselves, or to convey a message. (What other people's fashion has to do with me, and what relevence it has to anything is beyond me, but that's why they are called RANDOM Thoughts). I don't like people who dress differently for the sake of being different. They scare me. |
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| Thought Seventy-Four: 03/06/02 |
| Gosh, even the Thought date titles are going onto two lines now. Anyway... |
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| Thought Seventy-Five: 03/06/02 |
| Friday night was FUCKING WEIRD. Morlark got immensly drunk, I mean totally out of his fucking head. It was the same as when he's hyper, except less funny, more repetitive and scary. And he doesn't almost throw up when being hyper. I didn't drink any alcohol. I don't see the point of getting drunk for the sake of it. Last night reminded me that drunk people are pretty scary and look foolish to anyone who isn't drunk. It's not entertaining. I don't get people who say that getting drunk is sociable, because it's impossible to have a civilised conversation with a drunken person. I now realise why getting a pig drunk counts as cruelty. Not that we got a pig drunk or anything, but I remember reading months ago about people who got prosecuted for that. |
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| Thought Seventy-Six: 03/06/02 |
| I think the phrase "Liar, liar, pants on fire" should be changed to "Liar, liar, Steven Byres". |
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| Thought Seventy-Seven: 03/06/02 |
| Another things about Friday night, there were a surprising amount of my nemesises (nemesisses, nemesii? What is the plural of nemesis? Or is there not one because a person is only meant to have one nemesis? If so, that bodes quite badly for me.) at the party. Although it wasn't much fun to be there, it was certainly interesting, so I'm glad I went. At least 6 things were worth going for, including TGIRL's dad shooting squirrels. Very bizarre night indeed. |
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| Thought Seventy-Nine: 03/06/02 |
| Are there any taxi drivers called Rick Shaw? |
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| Thought Eighty: 03/06/02 |
| I've spent most of the time, since October, complaining about my problems to other people. But recently, a few people I know have had worse problems than me. I thought this would get me to stop thinking so selfishly, and to stop taking what I have for granted, but it hasn't. I still can't stop thinking about my problems and being depressed, only now I have the guilt that I can't see past my insignificant problems. |
| Thought Seventy-Eight: 03/06/02 |
| I've realised, now, I don't fit in anywhere in life, and I never will. I'm too different. There's too many things that I hate. |
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