Sometimes...
Alright, so before I go off on telling everyone how fucking pissed off I am...here's this:
(Stolen from Mary:)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
This is what I came up with:
Relativity By Albert Einstein
(And yes, that was the closest book!)
Pg. 123 5th sentence:
"But this point of view by no means embraces the whole of the actual process; for it slurs over the important part played by intuition and deductive thought in the development of an exact science."
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So enough with the poetry, songs, interpretive ways of telling you how I feel. This is just plain old prose.
Fuck everything.
Fuck trying to make everything work out.
So there's this dinner party that my work is holding at the Ritz on my birthday. Of course I want to go. And I am going to. It's a very dressy occaision, blah blah blah. So the first person I tell is Lauren. She wanted to go, but they didn't want you to just bring one of your girlfriends type of deals. So that's settled. The second person I tell is Kyle. But I wasn't planning on even going with him anyway. So then I tell Mike about it. And we are to that "level" of "dating" but of course, me being me, I tell him that I don't want anything to be official yet. And I don't. I have my reasons. We'll get to that later. Anyway, so I guess he thought he was going, and I guess if he told me I forgot (cause I'm like that, and I don't mean anything by it at all.) I wouldn't even think he would want to go, cause I didn't think he was much for dressing up and shit like that. So Nick calls me and asks me what I am doing on my birthday. Because, of course, he is back on Saturday, and wanted to see me on my birthday. So I told him about the dinner party and he said quote "Oh that sounds really fun, I've never gone to the Ritz before, I'll go with you if you want." So I told him I would ask Mike about it because I know he is touchy with that kind of thing right now. So I call Mike, and I tell him about it, and immediately gets all mad at me about it. I ASKED HIM mind you if he would mind if Nick went with me. He said it was okay. But of course, he fucking held in his fucking feelings and gets in a bad fucking mood and goddamnit wtf.
Seriously, WTF.
So now he's all mad at me, and thinks im "cheating" on him or whatnot, and he fucking KNOWS THAT ISNT TRUE. (By the way if you haven't figured this out, this is mostly towards him so he gets the fucking point.)
I don't want him mad at me for my birthday and Christmas and whatnot, and even for tomorrow night when I'm supposed to spend the night with him but who the fuck knows if that will happen. GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, all and all, I'm going to have a good birthday whatever happens. Geez.
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And I was going to say something else about shit....but not right now, I need to get to bed.
(Stolen from Mary:)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
This is what I came up with:
Relativity By Albert Einstein
(And yes, that was the closest book!)
Pg. 123 5th sentence:
"But this point of view by no means embraces the whole of the actual process; for it slurs over the important part played by intuition and deductive thought in the development of an exact science."
____________________________________________
So enough with the poetry, songs, interpretive ways of telling you how I feel. This is just plain old prose.
Fuck everything.
Fuck trying to make everything work out.
So there's this dinner party that my work is holding at the Ritz on my birthday. Of course I want to go. And I am going to. It's a very dressy occaision, blah blah blah. So the first person I tell is Lauren. She wanted to go, but they didn't want you to just bring one of your girlfriends type of deals. So that's settled. The second person I tell is Kyle. But I wasn't planning on even going with him anyway. So then I tell Mike about it. And we are to that "level" of "dating" but of course, me being me, I tell him that I don't want anything to be official yet. And I don't. I have my reasons. We'll get to that later. Anyway, so I guess he thought he was going, and I guess if he told me I forgot (cause I'm like that, and I don't mean anything by it at all.) I wouldn't even think he would want to go, cause I didn't think he was much for dressing up and shit like that. So Nick calls me and asks me what I am doing on my birthday. Because, of course, he is back on Saturday, and wanted to see me on my birthday. So I told him about the dinner party and he said quote "Oh that sounds really fun, I've never gone to the Ritz before, I'll go with you if you want." So I told him I would ask Mike about it because I know he is touchy with that kind of thing right now. So I call Mike, and I tell him about it, and immediately gets all mad at me about it. I ASKED HIM mind you if he would mind if Nick went with me. He said it was okay. But of course, he fucking held in his fucking feelings and gets in a bad fucking mood and goddamnit wtf.
Seriously, WTF.
So now he's all mad at me, and thinks im "cheating" on him or whatnot, and he fucking KNOWS THAT ISNT TRUE. (By the way if you haven't figured this out, this is mostly towards him so he gets the fucking point.)
I don't want him mad at me for my birthday and Christmas and whatnot, and even for tomorrow night when I'm supposed to spend the night with him but who the fuck knows if that will happen. GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, all and all, I'm going to have a good birthday whatever happens. Geez.
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And I was going to say something else about shit....but not right now, I need to get to bed.