| Friday, February 1, 2002 1:44am | ||||||
| All I fucking want to do is ask Randy if he wants to go to andrews party tomorrow. Instead I am apologized to because she didnt' expect me (of all people). I'm just trying to make a simple fucking plan for the weekend so no one gets confused. At least I know I am going to the mall tomorrow. Some things are certain. So I've been thinking a lot lately about what is man-made versus what is natural. I decided it is really arrogant to call something man-made or even artificial. So lets just assume or something that here humans are, made naturally by nature. So one day a human makes a tool. That tool is made by something that came from nature. I have decided that everything that occurs, occurrs naturally. Nothing is unnatural, because then it wouldn't exist. Maybe someday I will make this idea more concrete and less whatever it is, but I had to get that down. I really want to vomit. I wonder how South Park can consistantly be funny. South Park and the Simpsons and shows that aren't sit coms. They're not like real life, they're just funny. And it's not like one long chuck of funny, like a movie. I could make a funny movie if I really tried. But funny over and over again, half hour after half hour. Wow. In my current situation, I cannot win. No one freak out about what I am about to say. I can understand why people kill themselves over stupid little things. Like right now, I can't win. No matter what I do, I can't. And if someone were in my situation and they (I just got a cramp in my foot) believed in some sort of afterlife, I can see why they would kill themself. Rock, hardplace, or "heaven." I am not condoning suicide. I think it's really selfish and also cowardly. Mostly I wish I could just turn off my brain for a while, at least the side with the emotions. I ran a whole mile today. The past few times I've worked out I've not been able to complete the mile, but today I did. If you take the word "mile" and put a K in for the L, you get "mike." My dreamcast is sounding like a cricket. Not the game, the actual dreamcast and did you know that Purim was in February? Well I didn't.. Today is my version of friday, because it's the first night of the week that I don't have school the next day. I am going to use it to study, because I can't sleep. Hence the update. I really like people. I think that if you get to know a person well enough, you will like them. I also think that if you get to know a person well enough, you won't like them, but that's not the way I like to think. There's a new thing I hate today and I've spoken about this with a few of you, but now it can be known to the world. Sorry world. When people say "the end of the world" what do they mean? Do they mean the Earth will cease to exist? Do they mean the entire universe will cease to exist? Do they mean the human race will be killed off? What do you think of when you think of the end of the world? As for me, I think of Christopher Colombus. And stop saying "it's not the end of the world." For example: If I come to you saying "oh god I failed a test!" and you say to me "oh it's okay, it's not the end of the world, " then that doesnt' help at all. If it were the end of the world, the test wouldn't matter. It would be the end of the world. But the problem is that I did fail the test and the world isn't going to end so I have to deal with the test. You people are weird. Like, if i'm going to get in a really bad accident, in some ways I'd rather just die then. Because if I don't, I have to deal with all the crap that goes along with getting in a big accident. Somewhat morbid, but again, do not be concerned about me. I'm just tired and unable to sleep. On second thought, I think I am able to sleep. I hope you all have excellent days or evenings or nights or lives or whatever. "or whatever" is printed several times in my Computer Science book. It's like "you can use this when you're brushing your teeth or eating breakfast or whatever." Real professional. I like all of you a lot. Goodnight. |
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