Like clockwork...

Every day passes by, people always say exactly what you expect them to say. a no never becomes a yes and a yes never becomes a no. No one ever changes. Constant in their ways and their words. Sometimes they stick with their words so they never seem wrong, sometimes they never change their ways because they feel safe.

I try and be a bit unpredictable, a bit unstable, a bit insane (well, I don't TRY for that last one). With a subtle oddity here and an obscurity there. a statement off the edge and a ind iut the window. Do y'all dig what I'm saying?

You get to know someone and they're always the same. Set in the ways they can't justify, but only execute. I'll never understand it.

Now, I will admit, I have my stubborn moments, but i give everything an extra thought and a chance. I would never deny something forever.

But people always say what you expect them to say and feel how you expect them to feel.

One of these days I hope someone surprises me.
Cheers.

Critical Review: It Sucked

Movies these days are inspiring, they inspire me to go take a shit.

I'm serious, some of the movies they put out these days are terrible, poorly written, brought down to the base form of "Dur, I think like that, they're smart". Bloody terrible. I enjoy the kind of movie that knows it's smarter than me. With a clever plot twists, surprise endings, and maybe a little bit somber too.

But, I went off to a movie last night and the best part was and friend and I going all Mystery Science Theatre 3000 on it (Google it folks :/) It was pure bad and dumb. The people who suggested we see it didn't even enjoy it. That's how bad it was. I won't say the name though, because this applies to most movie these days anyways :/

Don't get me wrong, there are a few diamonds in the rough, but there is alot of rough. The worst part is it's million dollar movies being made, produced, and paid for by us, the happy viewers. Taking up good money.

Oh well,
Cheers.

Playing chicken with fear itself...

How high can you climb up the ladder until you realize you're too afraid to get down?

I ask this question to all the happy couples out there in the world. See, I've noticed a happy little trend. People pledge love and devotion and rush into everything. What a bloody shame, but everyone does it.

How deep into the vault can you go before you lock yourself in?

A kiss, a touch, a little more... People seem to want to have everything now and have alot of it (that may explain wide spread drug usage). but that's not the worst part, the people then decide to attach emotional feeling to physical notions.

How deep to dive before you realize you can't breathe?

I'm single at the moment, I gave my ex the gift of freedom. I let her fall into all the things I mentioned above then I let her free. Needless to say she felt more like she was free-falling than free, at first.

Hope you all enjoyed todays writting style,
Cheers

CUF: A simple assumption

Well, Valentines Day is coming up, and so is Friday the 13th. One right before the other (but not in the order which I stated them). I have one little observation about this...

THAT'S ALOT OF MAKEUP SEX

See, follow me on this. Friday the 13th is a day notorious for bad luck and such. I would assume that would mean a few arguments and sour relationships. But the Valentines Day right after it would remind all thos people of love and such things. so they all get happy and together. Then, with the variable of how many couples engage in makeup sex (which one would assume is very high), you can safely say there'll be alot of fucking going on.

And not just that normal "Happy Valentines Day, check out my new edible underwear" fucking that comes with the time of year, but wild crazy makeup sex.

If the Earth tarts a rockin', don't come a knockin'
Cheers.

The Experiment begins...

Target chosen, supplies collected, mental status clear, goal clear, all set.

Referring back to the "Harvest Moon Hypothesis of Love", the experiemtns is ready. Lemme give you a rundown of how things will work.

I will befriend her, be nice to her, give her gifts, etc. (not that I wouldn't do that for anyone anytime anyway) but the twist is, I will be monitoring her progress as time passes. Probably on bi-weekly intervals.

I will determine if by being nice and giving things if she becomes more fond of me. How appearance hinders or affects progress. And many other things.

This experiment will end if she knows it exists or no progress is made in 2 months.

A few variables are in the air though (a matchmaker survey result card, appearance, etc.) and they will be noted when relevant.

Finally, a note to my previous girlfriend, don't scream at me, this is mostly a sociological experiment. and you know I treated you well.

Cheers.

Feb4

Today is feb4, what is Feb4?

Short for Feburary 4th obviously. But February fourth is a special day. Today I deem to be "International Chill the Fuck Out Day" (ICtFOD), maybe I'll call it IC-FOD.

The point of today is to put your troubles aside (if possible) and kick back. enjoysome neat tunes, Zen out, etc.

Actually, I've lost my Zen. It makes me sad. I used to be soooooo mellow. Just sit back and chill, all day. Of course, not ignoring my work. but I used to be so relaxed.

Now I distress and preach about sociology, philosophy, and psychology. I lost my zen man.

Oh well, today I'm working hard to get it back, and so should you all. Complaints and stressed go to the back burner today, it's Feb4 and we should all just chill the fuck out.

Happy Feb4 all
Cheers.

I miss hippies...

Hippies had an awesome attitude about everything. I miss them.

Make love not war, a beautiful philosophy...

But what is weird? Weird is today's tastes.

It seems, almost like, people are trying to be sad. Everyone freaks out over simple things, over reacts to little problems, and always with the black makeup. It's sad how sad the sadness is, erm, sad.

all ze anger and ze hating and ze emo. It's terrible. I liked the hippie movement way better. they were too happy, which is much better than too sad. Let's get some flower power up in this bitch.

Up in theis bitch,
Cheers.