A few broken thoughts and sweet and/or sour nothings:
Stirfry is good, but I can't decide on whether or not I like squid.
My parents bought the 3rd Rock From the Sun DVD. That show was the good. I remember watching the very first episode of that show, before it was all popular. Yeah that's right, I'm one of those pricks who thinks he's superior and a better fan because he was there "at the beginning." heh.
I gesticulate, sometimes wildly, when talking on the phone.
Group partners suck, especially if they're 40-something women who have aquiline noses, talk too much, and hiss "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" when they get a paper with a favorable grade.
Paradise Lost is long. yep. It's pretty darn long.
Satan is by far the most interesting, human, and empathetic character. He needs a big hug.
This site should accept SuicideBoys and let the guys strut their stuff. I know there's a group, but it's not the same.
The fact that I'm aspiring to be a teacher puts me at risk if I were to post some of my own "stuff." I probably won't be teaching for awhile, but when the time comes I'd have to pull the photos. Just because I'll be a teacher doesn't mean I have to be a good example, dammit!
I have some odd social skills. I don't know if they're innate or habitual or if I'm just not used to acting around people, but . . . . yeah. But then this is coming from an only child who enjoys a certain kind of friendship and then remembers when he was a young youngster he would ignore people's phone calls and make excuses just so he didn't have to go out and do things with them. Sooooooo yeah. Consistent I am not.
I've been needing to be a more assertive person for a long time now.
There are a lot of things I've been needing to be for a long time now.
This world would be complete chaos if everyone were an outright existentialist. complete. and utter. chaos. In theory, the existentialist is the epitome of U.S. individualilsm, but God help us if we don't exclaim United We Stand!
You can take your God terms and shove 'em up your ass.
I'm the only person on the face of this planet who has not read one damn Harry Potter book. One of these days I'll get around to it.
One of these days . . .
I broke some of the zipper teeth from one of my favorite pants. because I'm a 5ft 5.5in 122lb fatass.
My vegetable love doth grow while enjoying a cornucopia of doing-it!
Not really, but I needed to put that someplace.
Objectivity of abstract and relative concepts is impossible. Nothing can be objectively beautiful without also being objectively grotesque. The term "objective" is pretty damn shaky itself. Abstract concepts are objectively whatever the hell you want them to be. If a flower is objectively beautiful, then what is objectively disgusting? Everything in its natural state is what you want it to be; thus making the objective subjective. Even if the Disgusting is the absence of Beauty there would still have to be terms to which to adhere in order for something to be Beautiful. And who determines the terms? The subjective individual. Subjectivity is a response of an objective being to objective conditions in an objective universe. Now we're back to existentialism. This thought runs much deeper than what I've laid out here. I've been thinking and writing about this a lot and I've been having indepth conversations about this, but feel free to jump in at anytime.
Everything is a goddamn miracle. Sitting here stagnate is a miracle. I'm not trying to pretend that I'm saying anything new or profound. It's just, when you Think about it, DAMN. Why am I not insane?
Do you like my pseudo-philosophy? How about this then:
What in the name of god?! I didn't know Batman was a pimp!
uuuuuuuuuh. pretty self-explanatory.
Stirfry is good, but I can't decide on whether or not I like squid.
My parents bought the 3rd Rock From the Sun DVD. That show was the good. I remember watching the very first episode of that show, before it was all popular. Yeah that's right, I'm one of those pricks who thinks he's superior and a better fan because he was there "at the beginning." heh.
I gesticulate, sometimes wildly, when talking on the phone.
Group partners suck, especially if they're 40-something women who have aquiline noses, talk too much, and hiss "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" when they get a paper with a favorable grade.
Paradise Lost is long. yep. It's pretty darn long.
Satan is by far the most interesting, human, and empathetic character. He needs a big hug.
This site should accept SuicideBoys and let the guys strut their stuff. I know there's a group, but it's not the same.
The fact that I'm aspiring to be a teacher puts me at risk if I were to post some of my own "stuff." I probably won't be teaching for awhile, but when the time comes I'd have to pull the photos. Just because I'll be a teacher doesn't mean I have to be a good example, dammit!
I have some odd social skills. I don't know if they're innate or habitual or if I'm just not used to acting around people, but . . . . yeah. But then this is coming from an only child who enjoys a certain kind of friendship and then remembers when he was a young youngster he would ignore people's phone calls and make excuses just so he didn't have to go out and do things with them. Sooooooo yeah. Consistent I am not.
I've been needing to be a more assertive person for a long time now.
There are a lot of things I've been needing to be for a long time now.
This world would be complete chaos if everyone were an outright existentialist. complete. and utter. chaos. In theory, the existentialist is the epitome of U.S. individualilsm, but God help us if we don't exclaim United We Stand!
You can take your God terms and shove 'em up your ass.
I'm the only person on the face of this planet who has not read one damn Harry Potter book. One of these days I'll get around to it.
One of these days . . .
I broke some of the zipper teeth from one of my favorite pants. because I'm a 5ft 5.5in 122lb fatass.
My vegetable love doth grow while enjoying a cornucopia of doing-it!
Not really, but I needed to put that someplace.
Objectivity of abstract and relative concepts is impossible. Nothing can be objectively beautiful without also being objectively grotesque. The term "objective" is pretty damn shaky itself. Abstract concepts are objectively whatever the hell you want them to be. If a flower is objectively beautiful, then what is objectively disgusting? Everything in its natural state is what you want it to be; thus making the objective subjective. Even if the Disgusting is the absence of Beauty there would still have to be terms to which to adhere in order for something to be Beautiful. And who determines the terms? The subjective individual. Subjectivity is a response of an objective being to objective conditions in an objective universe. Now we're back to existentialism. This thought runs much deeper than what I've laid out here. I've been thinking and writing about this a lot and I've been having indepth conversations about this, but feel free to jump in at anytime.
Everything is a goddamn miracle. Sitting here stagnate is a miracle. I'm not trying to pretend that I'm saying anything new or profound. It's just, when you Think about it, DAMN. Why am I not insane?
Do you like my pseudo-philosophy? How about this then:
What in the name of god?! I didn't know Batman was a pimp!
uuuuuuuuuh. pretty self-explanatory.
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3rd Rock is awesome, i miss it.
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