Pointless Random Stuff
Wow. I have already done ten pointless random things. And now for five more. I am sure you are freakin excited. Well, they get better as I make them, wouldn't you agree? So yah.
Eleventh Pointless Random Thing-- June 17, 2003
Well, here I am again. Nothing of any real direct consequence to do. BUT I AM EXCITED!
There are times in our lives when things are going so well. You can sit down and have an honest-to-goodness AMAZING conversation with a special person and it goes very well and many new things are brought up, discussed, and brought to a close. You leave the conversation knowing that person just a bit better and can't wait until the next conversation you have with them. Life can give you a good box of chocolates, or it could give you a box of mud-pies. In either right, you should take what you get and bear it because sometimes mud tastes good. ...Wait a second...I just ruined the whole NICENESS of this entire paragraph! DANG IT! NOT AGAIN!
This being the Eleventh Pointless Random Thing, I want to take a little time to honor those people...
who have PTSS (Post-Tramatic Stress Syndrome)! Eleven...like...9/11?!
I am back now. No worries. On to the next paragraph.
Argin-ungle (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) is a word that has just been created that is the time spent alone...at a computer...talking to someone who doesn't speak English but speaks French...just because you have no more better things to do. Have I, personally, experienced Argin-ungle? Well, let me clear up it's meaning. Argin-ungle is a period where you have everything moving all at once and you find that you have no time to just sit and contemplate what you have time for. Have I, personally, experienced Argin-ungle? Well, let me clear up it's meaing. Argin-ungle is a time where you find that you cannot keeep yourself from surrounding yourself with others who make up words and create stupid websites...kinda like me. You invent new pages and write new and idiot things such as Pointless Random Stuff. Have I, personally, experienced Argin-ungle? Well, let me clear up it's meaning. Argin-ungle is the newest edition to my NEW WORD ALERT Dictionary (soon to come out in black-and-white print...look for it at book-stores) and it is a word that's definition is never the same. Each time it is defined, it must do with a period of time, but what the period of time is changes with the occassion. So for me to attempt to capture the fullness of this word's definition would be to ramble on forever, typing out every possible definition. This has, already, made it to being the longest paragraph in the history of my Pointless Random Things.
And now for something completely different.
I would like to take this time to thank Danny for the hard work he does all the time, editing my stupidness and telling me how dumb I am. THANKS, DANNY!
It is about that time again...so I will end it with a logical conclusion, preceded by a summary: 9/11. El fin.
-Farris
Twelfth Pointless Random Thing-- June 20, 2003
It is amazing how perspectives on life can differ so greatly. One person's day could be amazing--nothing went wrong. Another's day could have gone terrible--nothing went right. Still another person could have had an average day. The funny thing is, they could have all been doing the same thing, but because of their perspectives, saw their days in different ways. This point was really brought to my attention when I listened to "Imaginary" by Evanescence. The line that says This rampant chaos--your reality... Our lives can be so complicated and stuff that it seems just easier to lie down and stay asleep. That is the solution presented by "Imaginary". However, enough 'depressing' stuff for now.
The newest word to be added to Farris' Retarded Dictionary was invented by my friend Drewbie. However, as usual, I create the definition. Flufferanupples (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) are a combination between a trained house-dog and a fatty chip. The combination produces a product that creates chaos wherever it is applied and makes you sick whenever you eat it. Basically, if there were such things as a jinx widget, this thing would be mostly like that. Anyway...Flufferanupples is illegal in most provinces of US States...even though there are no US State-Provinces. Oh well. It sounded good at the time.
I enjoy solitude. When my brothers are at a friend's house or outside playing and I am left alone in the house, it is the most wonderful thing. The sound of silence is golden. There isn't anything I would trade for a day where I can just turn out the lights and sit in silence. I may sound weird...but in a world that usually goes 250000 mph, it is wonderful to just stop and...well?...do NOTHING. You have to admit that I have a point. Try it sometime. The thoughts race, but begin to slowly settle and you can just concentrate on concentrating. It is a really good attitude adjuster. If you're angry, just do that. If you are sad...well, it can be depressing, so don't do it. If you are really tired, do it and then you can get to sleep faster. It doesn't really matter. I have no idea why I even did this whole paragraph. Please ignore anything I said that was stupid or pointless. Oops. There goes the whole paragraph.
If there is one thing I have learned through these pointless random things...
-Farris
Thirteenth Pointless Random Thing-- September 27, 2003
Wow. What can you write about after the single most amazing day of your life? I don't know, but I am trying my hardest.
Anyway, I'll give you the basic scoop. When you are growing up, there is always that person you dream of and you wait for to be there for you when you need her/him, and all that stuff. Well, whenever you finally get them, let me tell you the feeling is beautiful. Let me stop talking in ambiguous pronouns.
Ever since my sixth grade year when her parents were my Sunday school teachers (that sounds crazy...), I have really liked Bailee Tidwell. And last month (August 13), the time came after a long time when I asked her out. But there is more on those four weeks on her page. And again, on September 21, we are now going out again. And she is the coolest girl ever. We spent an evening together last night and it was the most incredible four hours of my life!!!
It is now that time where I do my ambiguloting (NEW WORD ALERT!!!). Ambiguloting is, in a remote sense, speaking in ambiguous terms while telling the truth. But that is really just scratching the surface of it. Ambiguloting is really any sort of story-telling in any sort of way in which we release the truth through verbalization. I don't really know how to define ambiguloting because my mind is not on the subject of inventing new words.
I would like to take this time (this unerasable time on my precious unchangable Pointless Random Things) to honor my girlfriend and best friend forever, Bailee. YOU ARE THE COOLEST AND I LOVE YOU SO INCREDIBLY MUCH!
Now is the time when I rack you and laugh as you fall to the ground in your pain and anguish.
-El fin.
-Farris
Fourteenth Pointless Random Thing-- November 24, 2003
Well, here we are again. At that point in life where everything comes around one more time. History has a bad habit of repeating itself...especially to those that don't deserve to get a second round of her crap. But history is not the worst girl on the block; time is. Time is the worst thing you'll ever encounter--her snare is worse than any stupid whore you'll ever possibly find. Time wants only to draw you in until you are comfortable...and then let history come in and repeatedly destroy you until all you have left is time herself...time to wait out your life 'til the end because life and time are all you have left.
Now it is time for that conjogulatoriation (NEW WORD ALERT!!!) paragraph that explains a new word. Today's new word? Conjogulatoriation. It is the simplest of words. An adjective used to describe one simple paragraph that happens once a lifetime when you read my pointless random things. Man...I could do so much more with this flippin word...I'm just not in the mood at all. So screw this stupid paragraph. I'll define conjogulatoriation in the next PRT when I am less depressed and apathetic.
In all my life, I have found that there are two things (that go hand in hand) that bring upon the downfall of mankind: love and girls. Both are really stupid, yet mysteriously attractive. Both are out to get you and have your everything...and when you give it to them, they either treasure it forever or tear it up and throw it back in your face like it was nothing at all. When you cry, hurt beyond repair, as you pick up the pieces of your broken heart, they kick you in the sides and call you stupid for ever caring enough. So why should we care at all? Why should we let love have the stronghold in us to prosper or destroy us? Why should we care about girls and all their complicated BS? One will never know and may never care. I don't know...all I do is fall in love, get my heart broken, and come back to this stupid website to tell everyone who DOESN'T CARE about it. Oh well.
One of these days, man will understand. Until then, history and love and time will work together to destroy all of our self-confidence and pride and assurance until everyone just cowers out of fear that something else will hurt us. But through everything, why do you still love that person that has done the worst to you?
-Farris
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