We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes
We are buliding a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains

To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning but he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location but you'd better come with cash
Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tattoos
He is in the music business he is calling you "dude"
Monday, March 18, 2002  3:09am
Why am I awake?  I have class tomorrow.  Oh yeah, I had to write a paper and while I'm up I might as well just update, considering I haven't for so long.

I'm starting to really not care what people think.  This is not to be confused with how people feel.  I am just really getting tired of people having opinions of things they can't have an opinion about.  "Opinion" looks like "onion."  There's a song by the Shins called "know your onion."  Interesting.  But anyway, like I feel about music.  I don't want to listen to singers complain about the government or whatever because really, what's your idea?  You just be a musician and make your music and leave the foreign policy and the laws to the people who are good at doing that.  I admit, in fact I screamingly declare that our leaders are not always great, but seriously they know what they're doing.  Off the subject?  Never!  So what I'm saying is I'm kind of tired of people giving me their opinions of my decisions.  Not that people do that a lot, it just gets to me.  I like to think of myself as a good friend.  Like, if I have a friend who's doing something I wouldn't do, I just tell them I wouldn't do that and get on with it.  I'm not my friend, and I'm not my friend's boyfriend, so shut up.  It's late and I apologise.  Just imagine what my essay sounds like.

That being said, I really like you people.  Even the people I don't like, I like you too.  I know I've said that before but I realized something when I was looking for a parking space today.  Randy used to say someting about how everything we do is to make us happy, in the long run.  So I was driving and there was this person just sitting in their car, parked, in the middle of the parking lot (not in a space).  I was like "why are you doing that" and then I thought, "because it makes you happy."  So really I've stopped caring what people do and say for a while.  Maybe when I wake up I'll start caring again.

I was also thinking about the tattoo I want to get, and where.  Most of the stuff I do, I do for myself.  I like how I look when I wear a skirt.  I'm not trying to impress anyone, I just like it myself.  But something in me wants to put my tattoo on the (trendy) small of my back.  I can't see it, so what am I thinking?  I don't know.  Mixed, mixed feelings.

Lets talk about tattoos.  I remember one time when I was like 10 my mom and I were sitting in the Black Eyed Pea and she said "everything changes."  I was trying to think of something that is permanent and I got pissed off (or as pissed off as a 10 year old can get) because in my lifetime, there will be so many changes and then I went to chemistry and learned about entropy (this was years later) and I found out that not only does everything change, but it deteriorates.  Jesus Christ!  This world sucks!  How does this relate to tattoos?  It's the one thing I can do to myself that is permanent.  Well, I could chop off my hand, but you know what I mean.  That's why I want a tattoo.  Beause it is permanent.  I told my mom I wanted a tattoo and she went "it's permanent" and I went "I KNOW!  Isn't that great?!"  I dyed my hair again today and the box of hair dye said "permanent" and I was like "yeah but my hair keeps growing" and then I was happy because I know that I will also have my hair growing, even when the tattoo fades away.  I can't say as much for many boys.

Am I full of crap tonight or what?

That's another thing.  The expression "_______or what?" is silly.  What do we mean?  Is "what" an option?  Am I a good tennis player or what?  Uh.  I guess you're a good tennis player.  I do like "am I a good tennis player or am I a good tennis player?"  That makes me laugh.  You have no choice.  I am so good at tennis.

I need my prozac back.  I can't keep roller coastering like this.  When I went to update this page, it was going to be a sad update, but now I am happy.  I like being happy, but I want to be happy more than half the time.  Right now I am happy but I know that it only means I am going to be sad again soon.  I think I should go to sleep.  I'll talk to all of you later, and you may even be lucky enough to talk to me.

We have a war against communism I mean terrorism but I think I am going to start a war on people who don't think gay people should have the same rights as non gay people.  And on the news, the little headline will say "The War On People Who Don't Think Gay People Should Have The Same Rights As Non Gay People,"  and everyone will say "that's a good title for a war."  Anyway.  Yay!  Breakthrough!  They're making
this lesbian pay child support, which sucks for the woman but it's the principle of the thing.  Yay for making lesbians pay child support.
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