Time for a little honesty.
I originally came up with the theme to this “blog” in response to being somewhat as witty as Chuck Lorre. For those of you who don’t know that name, he is the mind behind television shoes such as Two and a Half Men, The Big Bang Theory, and the like. At the end of every one of his productions he flashes what he calls a “vanity card.” It’s his signature screen shot for half a second to let the viewers know this is his production. These “cards” are full of humor. I would debate there is more humor in these cards that hardly anyone sees than in the actual show he gets paid millions to make.
Here’s an example of one of his cards.
If you don’t notice, the whole numbered thing comes from his numbering the “cards.”
When this all began, I could have only wondered what my blog would be like by the time i reached, say Thought #353, and here I am writing Thought #390.
I’ll admit, the direction my blog is going is not as it was originally intended. I was hoping to reach at least somewhat of the level as that of Lorre, but alas it is not. It’s so pitiful. In the recent past it has only been there for me to vent my somewhat pathetic life, instead of venturing out on existential ideas and help me grow as a person.
I remember the first thought: “Don’t annoy me and we’ll be just fine.” or something along those line. I mean, how arrogant? I just feel terrible for not expanding.
I’ve lost the wit.
To think of it, I never had the wit on here.
I must find the wit.
I get just as frustrated with gas prices as the next person, but has anyone really stopped and thought about the whole situation?
When the price jumps ten cents, it’s as if the entire local area sends into outrage and continues to drive until the find the cheapest gas to the penny. to the PENNY.
I know, many of you are probably laughing thinking of the whole economics of the whole things, I know there is much more behind the fluctuation than what I’m discussing here. I just find it interesting that we get worked up over ten cents, when over the span of a ten gallon tank, it only raises your total to a dollar. That dime is the same dime that we drop and don’t bother to pick up between the couch cushions, but the second we raise the gas price by that much, you’d think the dime is equivalent to one hundred dollars.
I’m just curious as to who’s to blame for the uproar? Are we blaming the media for this, just as we do for everything else?
I have never been drawn so immediately to a film before. I felt the passion. I understood the humor. I don’t know why it has taken until today to appreciate Woody Allen. This is remarkable.
It was almost as if instead of understanding the film myself, the film understood me.
How dumb does the last line sound?
The smell of Chinese lo mein noodles has filled my room. Now as I lay here attempting to fall asleep I only become closer to vomiting than falling into a slumber.
I’ve learned my lesson.
When I have children, I want to be a tenth of cool as a parents as Olive Penderghast’s.
At least when I do repeat the story, I do my best to accurately represent the situation to the best of my ability without any bias.
Okay, who doesn’t add at least a little bit of bias.
I always wonder that when a significant event happens in my life and I find the need to tell others about it, if I make the other person sound crazy, which makes me sound sane, which is probably wrong because I subconsciously do it to make myself feel better, OR if everyone else around me is crazy.
What I believe to be one of the biggest annoyances in this world is when you ask someone a general question, such as, “What did you do today?” or something along the lines of “What are you up to?” and they answer with a good answer, but fail to reciprocate.
If you didn’t watch this at school today, then your day sucked.
What happens when you’re content? What happens when you’re at a point in your life when there’s really no moving forward, but the now is just fine? What happens when the future is so layer out that there’s little less excitement in your life?
My friend says there’s nothing wrong with it. I find it unnerving. I’ve spent that last couple days pondering it, and I’ve come up with this.
I can stop stressing. I can stop running. I can stop wording about the next step.
I can begin to enjoy the day. I can appreciate my life. I can begin to soak in everything around me. I can slow down.
I’ve never actually interacted much with my followers, but I would really like to begin. Below are some questions I found that sound interesting enough as they are. Ask away.
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
See… I’m sure you want to know the answer to one of these…
Time flies when you’re on the internet.
What most people don’t realize is I am appeased very easily with simple things. I appreciate the simple things in life. A witty haiku, a book with a creative cover with an even wittier story, a vinyl record that was enjoyed by millions a few decades ago. I wish more people gave more thoughts into gifts than what they do. I don’t mean to sound narcissistic, and I really am thankful for you thinking of me when you bought it, but I don’t believe the thought of what to get me was that deep. It was more of passing, you saw the item, and stuck my name on it to give it to me. Some don’t even go that far, they just give me money. Don’t get me wrong, I do like the green paper, but I like receiving a thoughtful gift much more. Trust me, I’m not that hard to make happy.
Nervous laughter has to be one of the most obnoxious characteristic of a person
What’s more powerful: looking down the barrel of a gun, or through the lens of a camera?