Or: “I do my Stats homework without writing anything down (and that’s a stupid idea).”
[Although, I have to say, I only missed one point and it wasn’t due to computation; tut, math classes and their vocabulary.]
Have you ever created a blog—and then forgot about it? And then perhaps maybe you stumbled upon it and realize how silly you were at times?
I have.
Multiple times.
As, I was eyeing-up another blog today and realized that I had a blogspot, too. It took me more than a few attempts to try to remember my login information. I have a hard time taking my headline picture seriously, but that may have to wait til another day: needs renovation. I’d like to try this whole blog-bit all over again. Try and actually say something useful, perhaps once a week.
However, for now, I’ll just try to get back in the flow with a jumpy stream of thoughts and rants. Because, as a friend and I were saying last night (or was it this morning? It’s all a blur nowadays.), what’s everyone’s favorite subject to talk about? Themselves. And what is a blog but your words glorified like the Bible anyways?
My friend woke up this morning singing Cherry Bomb. We’re dressing up like the Runaways tonight.
I woke up this morning wondering if I had an STD (I thought about sharing this, but I’ll talk about that awkward line I wasn’t sure could be crossed in a moment). I guess I was having nightmares due to my Intro to Creative Writing Class. The workshop Friday was on a screenplay a classmate wrote. It was heavily centered on green discharge.
I guess reading something like that could give anyone’s vagina nightmares.
You know what I enjoy? A good sense of humor. And by good I mean strong, not nice. No, I clearly don’t have a prim and proper since of humor. My mom reminds me to close my legs (literally [we don’t need to worry about this figuratively], even if I’m wearing jeans) and announce that I should need to use the “restroom” and not what I need to do there.
You know that awkward feeling you get around new friends? I’ve experienced it a lot lately with different people. You put two people together who both enjoy each other’s company and want to befriend the other, but you’re always treading this fine line because neither of you have quite figured the other one out yet. Even if you’ve shared intimate information not available to the public (unless you have a blog, ahem), and you say the other is a close friend…A good friendship has both depth and breadth. They just take time. Then the Berlin wall falls, and we can all love juice again.
You know who inspires me? Individuals. Call them hipster, if you like, without the douchebag attitude. I admire people who have a very unique taste, who know of very obscure, unknown artists, musicians, writers, ideas, inventions. Basically, when someone knows of all sorts of random things that aren’t headlining the papers. Shakespeare and the Beatles and Da Vinci and Jesus, I mean, they were known for a reason. Maybe they are the “mainstream,” but just because everyone’s heard of them doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give them your attention. Mainstreamers are often known because they are so good at what they do, so talented in their niche. But there’s something about those people who know of the unknown. I love when someone has an appreciation of the arts. And I adore when someone has their own unique, selective taste. They know what they like and they’ve composed a collective list of works. They can pop off their top ten favorite directors and poets. And you may have only heard of one of them. It’s very cool.
I wish I were a bit more knowledgeable sometimes. I wish I gave myself to find and hunt down my top five favorite everything. I want a cellar full of wine in my future. And never own a bottle because it’s supposed to be good. If it’s shit, it’s shit. Own a shelf full of your favorite local restaurant’s house wine, because it’s amazing. I want to taste life and enjoy the little things. I’m just a little hard of hearing and I’m probably going blind; I miss those things.
Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that we really can be whoever we want. That doesn’t mean if we want to be a rockstar we can go multiplatinum a month from now: you do need genuine talent and passion. But if you want to have the aura of a rockstar, you can do it. We are who we’ve made ourselves. We will be whoever we want to be.
Is it ever too early to start your New Year’s Resolution? I don’t think so. I don’t think I’ve ever actually made an official list. I think that’ll be my challenge in 2011. It’ll deem whether or not I’m a worthy survivor of 2012.
Oh, as for the title, I’m wondering whether or not I want to be one of those asshole bands whose title has nothing to do with the song really, or if I should address it briefly; I kind of thing it’s poetic to leave it blank. However, I am indeed depressed as one might tell from earlier bloggings, and the neverending to do list doesn’t help with that. However, if we could actually get a goofy band started for fun, pull a little Currie and Jett, why I think I could put a smile on that face.
Get ready, goblins, ghosts, and ghouls. It's Almost Halloween.
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