n8urboy

Yea, Somehow I've gotten the nickname "smiley." And not just from one person, or a certain group of people, but from several people that have never met and would've ever have a reason to consort with one another. Y'know, I like being a happy guy, and having a good smile, and have no problem with people knowing I'm happy. Although, to be perfectly honest, "Smiley" is way up there on my list of nicknames not to have. I know it's a compliment, and I take it as one, but let's get serious.

My name is not Rudolph and I don't play reindeer games.

haha, I love that line.

On a completely different note...
Sometimes I feel utterly unimpressed by the greater human species. What conceit, to think I'm so awesome that others must impress me. That's not it. It's more about passion. I know so many people that are so passionate about life, their trades, skills, and crafts, even their teas, or cappacinos. People devoted to their interests and able find new passions around every corner. Having a lust filled life. Then you meet someone who just has none, no motivating forces, whose never felt that fervor of doing something you love.. Maybe it's not even that I'm unimpressed. Perhaps I just feel sorry for their empty, droning existence.

And another 180. I was at the movie theater last night watching X-men 3. whatevs, don't judge me. Anyhow, I was waiting in line to get into the theater because it was super packed and there was some boy that had man boobs. Like, he wasn't super fat or anything. He wasn't fat at all. Pretty average sized, but he had breasts. for real. I couldn't stop staring at them, You could even seen his little puffy nipples. I looked around at the surrounding people, and the people he was with, and his boobs were bigger than a lot of the women present. It was really weird.