Pointless Random Stuff
Welcome to something that will never change your life or impact you in any way...as far as I know, it has no educational value whatsoever. But who cares? (and no, I am not copying my friend's "ramblings" 'cause I changed the name...he can't come after me now! JK, Drewbie.)
First Pointless Random Thing-- March 25, 2003
So what to say in my first pointless thing. This won't be as philosophical as Andy's Ramblings, 'cause it will be a little sillier and maybe light-hearted, but on to the first one. I need to start it pretty soon...oh wait, I already have.
Today I want to stress how life can be stressful. You could go your whole life thinking something about someone, then one day they just up and subtilely encourage you. What do you do in such a position? Trust them and plunge head-on? Sometimes subtility (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) can mean two different things: ONE, it could be an encouragement to "keep on trucking" after the person...or TWO, it could mean that the person is just clueless as to the agony they put you through. That is my take on subtility.
But basically what I was trying to say was, a day so packed with stress (school) can be made beautiful at the end when you just get to talk to that person you have been admiring from a distance, or you sit by them...or even to just look at them again. I know this sounds insane, but if you just knew, you would know. But that goes without saying (Thanks, Captain).
But really I have no more sense to make today, so I end with a logical conclusion, proceeded by a summery. Subtility. El fin.
-Farris
Second Pointless Random Thing-- March 27, 2003
It is amazing, how in so few days, life can change so drastically. Who knows how often we will be caught up in the crazy world of love and love-not? All I know is, I have been caught up in such an ordeal.
Today I asked a question that will change my life for the next several weeks, months...even years. And she said yes! Love is a strange ordeal. Ask me sometime soon to post a little "free-style" poem I wrote about love. I will probably post it tonight anyway because I have nothing better to do than to fill my pointless random page with a lot of pointless random things. But who cares?
Anyway, it is time to invent a new word. Bestication (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) is the act of making a day, or just life in general, so much better. However, bestication is totally out of our control. It all depends on the situation and the people surrounding our pointlessly blissful lives. But bestication is a lot like luck...except Christians do not believe in the principle of luck. So therefore, we cannot believe in bestication, because it is simply God blessing our lives. Thus, this entire paragraph has been wasted...except that I invented a new word for "luck". ROCK ON.
Well, this is long enough for today. I'll go ahead and type up my poem and stuff and post that on here. Enjoy!
-Farris
Love, What Torture (by Farris--written for his book; "by" an old wise man)
Oh love, what torture it is. It seems that every human experiences and gives it at one time or another. For some, it consumes their lives and it eats at their souls. But others simply dismiss it as a childish and unneeded feeling that comes around and again after some time.
What do I think? Funny you should ask. Of course I have felt it...but I still cannot completely be sure what I think. I have felt the naive attraction to a childhood sweetheart and the foolish and impossible fantasies. But I have also felt a deep and meaningful love that binds two in a long-lasting relationship. Whether we were truly soulmates I never discovered. The paths of life separated us prematurely and it seemed we were destined not to be together.
Did we keep in contact with each other? We tried, of course, but neither's attempts were able to bridge the chasm between us. And so we each were forced to go our own way and our paths have not crossed again since. But I wish they would...
How does all of this make me feel? Like I have said, I am not quite sure. It does leave me, though, with a sense of sorrow and regret, passion and true feeling; pain yet joy. Yes, I know you may not fully understand for I may never myself.
But before you go, I want to leave you with one thought concerning our short conversation: Love is a beautiful sensation. Do not dismiss it, but do not dwell long in it. Love, what torture...
-Anonymous
Third Pointless Random Thing-- March 31, 2003
Wow. Life can be a mix of good and bad...but either one or the other conquers and controls the day. Even though the badness of school is always a looming presence over weekdays, the good can always have a fighting chance to take the day back over to the wonderment of a good.
There are also other days where you can never be sure as to whether someone has betrayed your trust or not. You try every possible source to attempt to discover the source...but you come up with nothing. You try to pry into other's knowledge to try and investigate the situation. Then you end up being totally wrong and you just wasted a lot of your time. But oh well.
There are times where the randomidity (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) of a day just gets too much to handle. The randomidity is the amount of pointless randomness of a day. My website, for instance, is mostly randomidity. However, randomidity is used solely to describe a day...not a website. So yah. This was probably the most sorry new word I have invented. Who gives a freakin' care, though?
Since I never really made any sense, I'll wrap this one up now.
-Farris
Fourth Pointless Random Thing-- April 3, 2003
Have you ever noticed how calm it is after a storm? When something really sucks and crap like that, you are all like "bummer!" and crap. But then, when it is all over and things are beginning to be fixed and wounds to heal, you are like, "wow. it's really calm after the storm." So yah. I don't know.
Wow. How do I make up a new word? I don't know how I have before. I'll think a second. ...
Meanitivism (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) is the belief in being mean to yourself. It is basically cutting yourself down, having a pity-party, or being depressed (sorry, CMac). But Meanitivism is like Communism: it never really works. It only makes the people around mad, or they join you. Wow. I am so freakin' smart! I make up a bunch of retarded crap and people actually READ IT!!! I am incredibly excited about being me. But who wouldn't?
Sorry. Next week I will talk about my efforts to reduce my incredible pride...that'll be really short.
Ha. Time to wrap this sucker up and sell it to a Mexican.
-Farris
Fifth Pointless Random Thing--April 5, 2003
Oh, the extreme beauty of life! Living in Oklahoma, it is hard to find any beauty ANYWHERE! But if you look hard--REALLY HARD--you'll find it.
I was sitting in the sun, conversecting (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) over my present situation. Conversecting is almost like thinking hard or seriously considering, but only remotely so. Conversecting requires the utmost nothing of your brain power--an easy feat since my randomized brain is easily scrambled. But the end result of my hours (actually just seconds) of conversecting was absolutely nothing.
And now something totally different.
Maynards, a large sweets company from the UK produces a product called Wine Gums. However, there is absolutely no wine in the gums since Charles Riley Maynard was a teetotal Methodist. But who really cares about British candy?
Oh well. It appears about time that I shut up now. I'll cut to the chase like the producer of a Jackie Chan film.
-Farris
Sixth Pointless Random Thing--April 17, 2003
I will be blunt. Girls. They are so crazy. One day they can freakin bring you down because you know you may never be noticed...and then, in one amazing moment, all that is turned around and they are talking to you, laughing with you, and basically just noticing you. It gives you one of the greatest feelings ever, to know that this girl is noticing you. But oh well. That's just me, then.
I was sitting here considering the repititutuity (NEW WORLD ALERT!!!) of my website. Repititutuity is either the fear of being constantly massaged (which has nothing to do with anything) or being constantly repetitious. But anyway. My website is very repetitious...but who is saying that is a bad thing? I certainly am not. That is one of the things that makes it one of the greats...next to www.whatisthematrix.com and www.homestarrunner.com and http://members.cox.net/highfive2004 . So yes. ROCK ON.
Well, it is time that I end this sucker's life like Elvis with drugs in his bathroom. Farewell.
-Farris
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2003 (c) Retarded Farris