yet another empty blog entry

Wrongful anger or...

Today, I went to the house of a very close acquaintance of mine. He slept for 5 hours, and consequently, I ended up having a 5 hour conversation with his father. I mean, I get along with his dad alright, and it was an alright conversation, but really, 5 hours? I didn't go to his house to have a 5 hour conversation with his dad, I went there to see him.
If he slept for that long, he must have been really tired, and he must have needed it, so I feel that it is a bit unfair of me to be angry. And yet, I still can't help but feel slightly upset with him. Is this right or wrong? I'm not sure how I should feel about it all.
Not that anyone will read this. The reason I'm writing this is just to get my thoughts out onto something solid, so I don't have to keep trying to find them amongst the shite I have for brains. I'll sort this out sometime. File under "a" for annoyed.

I'm in your laundry, washin' your baby

I went to do the laundry just now, and I noticed that my laundry detergent is for "sensitive skin and babies". It says nothing at all about clothes. Does this mean that I shouldn't be washing my clothes in it, just my sensitive skin and my babies?

I think so.

To Katy Perry

You kissed a girl. You liked it. That's nice. I didn't need to hear about it on the radio constantly.

I felt the need to clear a few things up.

Firstly, you kissed a girl, you liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick. FYI, cherry is the most disgusting flavour of... well... anything. I have nothing against cherries, the fruit with the highest level of attached sexual innuendo (which is probably why you chose it), but the artificial cherry flavouring in chapstick, and just about anything else that is supposed to be "cherry" tastes like cough syrup. And not the nice cough syrup, that stuff you can drink by the gallon in order to forget your problems. The bad cough syrup. That god-awful, sickly, blunt cough syrup, that makes you kneel over the toilet and dry-retch for an hour.

Secondly, you hope your boyfriend don't mind it? First thing I'd like to do is to compliment your poor English. Although, it probably wasn't your English per se, as I'd be willing to bet my britches that you didn't write your one popular song all by your lonesome. Next thing, your boyfriend wont mind it, I guarantee. Unless he is a member of the Westboro Baptist Church, in which case, he'd lynch you. But really... even as he was lynching you, he'd still probably be thinking about how hot it was. Guys tend to like that kind of thing, therefore, you needn't have filled your song with several lines (well... all the same like but repeated many times) about how you are worried about your boyfriends reaction.

Thirdly, apparently all of this is not a big deal, it's completely innocent. Making out with a girl at a party, while off-your-face on god only knows what. Innocence. Somehow, the two don't equate in my mind. No idea why...

But on a nicer note, I'm glad that you kissed a girl, and that you enjoyed the overall experience. Suggestion: Go back to your party and get busy kissing girls, off of the airwaves, and out of unsuspecting ears, thank you very much.

Ye Olden Days

I was thinking about these so called "olden days". Firstly, I was wondering if 'olden' was even a word. It is. Mystery solved.

But anyway, I was thinking about all this stuff you'd do now, and how you'd do it then and I had quite a laugh. A laugh and a half as my grandmother (who, coincidentally, is from the OLDEN DAYS) would say.

"Ahhh shite, I think I left the light on in the living room... Now we're going to have to drive back and check..." vs "Ahhh shite, I think I left the candle on in our single-roomed house... Now we're going to have to hike all the way home and check..."

"Crap! I forgot to put the cat out when we left!" vs "Crap! I forgot to put our negro slaves out when we left!!"

"That movie wasn't so good." vs "HOLY COW THE PICTURES ARE MOVING"


You get the idea.

Also, in the future, will now be called the olden days? Will we be old people, sitting in a home, waiting in anticipation for the day two months from now where the primary school students are forced to come an talk to us for some so-called 'excursion'? And most importantly, when the children arrive, will we be using the line "Well, when IIIIIIIIIIIIIII was a boy.....", just like old people now? Will we exaggerate?

"When I was a wee lass, we didn't have a hover cars to take us to school, we had to travel along the ground... And... The ground was made of GLASS!!! BROKEN GLASS!! And we had no hover shoes to protect our feet, so we had to walk on the frozen glass. And there was no hologram-mail, we had to use something called 'email'. It was part of the internet... but it wasn't easy like you kids have it today... The internet was dangerous!! Sometimes, you'd accidentally look at something from an internet place called /b/, and your eyes would EXPLODE LIKE GRAPES IN THE BEAM OF YOUR MICROWAVE GUN!!! Oh yes, we did it tough we did.... Not like you pussyfooted, pansy-arsed wimps, no sir!!"

I'd like that.

outed?

The reason I blog is simple. There is a high chance that no one will ever read what I write, but there's a chance that someone will... and it doesn't matter at all, because they are strangers, so really, I am screaming this out to nobody.

The reason I have this blog (this one in particular) is because someone I know discovered my old blog. Not that I don't want people to read what I write... but... It's just weird knowing that someone you know is reading what you write... It made me kind of think about what I was writing, and that really isn't why I blog. Therefore, I moved it on over to here, added a pseudonym and a country I don't actually live in (but wish I did).

Now it appears that someone I know now knows that I have this particular blog. Same issue as before. I'm an idiot, and I leave a tab open, and in an instant, will to blog destroyed.
I've said that its private, but really, he'll read it anyway. (No offense when you read this by the way, you're just that kind of person).

So what do I do? Cease blogging here, and just find yet another place to write what I think? Sensible, but tiresome. I think I'll keep going here for a while, and then leave it if it ends up being read too much.

Silly, I know.

10 of the things that have made me lose any remaining faith in the human race

1. Sarah Palin. There are so many things I could write here, but I'll just choose one (as tricky as that is). She claims that abstinence-only sex education is the way to go, it definitely works. However, her 17 year old daughter is pregnant.. How does that work? Hey Sarah, maybe you should have taught your kids to use a condom, as opposed to just teaching them how to tear the throats out of moose with their teeth.
2. Bishop Anthony Fisher. In particular, when he said recently that people complaining about being molested as children by catholic priests should stop "dwelling crankily on old wounds". Yeah, of course. Sexual abuse is something that you should just get over and stop whining about. And all you folks with depression, cheer up already, we're sick of your moaning!!
3. The stupidity of this generation. Sure, they are tech-savvy and whatnot, but boy, they sure come out with some dumb shite. They rely on technology more and more, and as a result have become stupider and stupider. For example, a few weeks ago, a girl of about 17 years of age asked me if Sweden was a place in Germany. She can text someone in a flash, but can she speak English proficiently? Nope. This brings me to my next point...
4. People who are from English speaking countries, yet can't speak English. Seriously, foreign exchange students can speak English better that the average US high school student. Whatever happened to our beautiful language? Is it doomed to become simply "yeah, lol whatever, yeah like then he like went to the store, and like yeah, bought some milk and yeah, it was so cool." If so, I would like to kill myself now. I still have some small hope that we will pull ourselves out of this intellectual slump, but it is indeed small hope. Smaller than male genitalia in the Arctic.
5. Female Muslim attire. Not that I have anything against Islam, because I really don't. However, I see some issues with you wearing your traditional attire in my country. Recently, a Muslim woman migrated here, and refused to remove her headdress for her drivers license photograph, and it was allowed!! Anyone could put on a scarf and drive a car, as long as they flashed her license. There is no way of knowing who it actually is. Also, what do we do about women wearing these things and banks? You can't walk into the bank with a paper bag over your head, or a motorcycle helmet on, so why should you be able to drape a sheet over your head and walk into a bank? How is that any different? What if I waltzed into a bank with a sheet on my face and robbed the place? I know it's important to yor faith and all, but really, you are in my country, so you should respect the laws. Do I go to the middle east and demand the right to walk down the street in my bikini? No, because I respect your laws. Please do the same when you are here.
6. Baby addicts. Lady, its a vagina, not a clown car. The world is overpopulated to the extreme, so why, why, WHY are people still having lots of kids? I find this extremely selfish and ugly. I think China has the right idea (for once). One child per couple, worldwide. Heavy fines otherwise. Sure, it sounds mean now, but would you rather in 50 years we all die slow and painful deaths from starvation and disease? I didn't think so.
7. Fat people who blame "gland problems" or "slow metabolisms" for their gross indecency. People accuse me of hating fat people. I don't hate them, I just think what they do to their bodies is abhorrent, and I detest the fact that my tax dollars go toward funding their medical treatments that they wouldn't need, if they hadn't abused their bodies. Why should I have to pay just because you couldn't say no to that last slice of pie... again... and again.... and again.... Sure, a slow metabolism might make you a bit chubby, thats not really an issue. However, a slow metabolism does not, I repeat, does not make you 300kgs. You did that when you ate an entire cow for breakfast. Also, glandular problems can mess up your weight, I know, but again, a glandular issue does not make one weigh half a tonne. Take responsibility for yourself. You are fat because you don't exercise and you eat junk all the time.
   Something that makes me laugh, that is relevant (somewhat) to this topic. I used to work in the food service industry, and it was somewhat hilarious when a whale of a person waddles to the counter and says "I'll have two burgers, a large fries, a box of cookies, three apple pies, an ice-cream.... and.... a large diet coke thanks." Yes sir, a diet coke... must be watching your weight eh?
8. Failure parents. I didn't do well in my life, and it's too late now, therefore I will force you to do everything I wish I had, I will force you to live life for me.
9. Successful parents. I was the best, therefore you should be also, otherwise I might be ashamed, and I wouldn't have anything to brag about at business meetings. Oh dear.
10. Religious ignorance. Parents in the US didn't take their diabetic daughter to the doctor, opting instead to pray her better. Guess what? It didn't work! Shocking I know. Sadly, the poor girl died. I believe that people like this should be charged with child abuse, and have the rest of their children taken away from them. Allowing a belief to completely blind you is bad, but allowing your blindness to directly harm others is much worse.

Physics genius

My dog, the physics genius.

I was revising for an examination, and he was revising with me, as he was sick, and had nothing better to do. I was having particular issues with one problem, so I asked him, and he said, "You idiot! It's 1500N. And you call yourself a physics student... Pfft."

That's when I passed out.

People who laugh like rusty motel beds

My sister is one of them. When she has food in her mouth that is. Her laugh sounds like two people are getting it on in the next motel room, and I can hear it through the paper-thin, piss-stained walls.
One of the biology professors, same thing. Only difference is that he laughs at jokes he makes himself, that are not what you'd call funny.
Anyway, there's nothing wrong with these laughs, just not... en masse... There probably isn't even anything wrong with them, it's my problem. I hear those laughs and I can't help but think of fat, middle aged men with hairy arms wearing sweaty wife-beaters, going at it with cheap hookers sporting crack bugs around their mouths.

And you know, this whole thing is probably ridiculous, because most motels probably have nicer beds than the ones I imagine when my sister laughs.