I'm just not that deep...
I know I've mentioned this before, but after reading through a few of my old entries, I really sound like I lack substance in life. This happy person stuff just comes off as ditzy when I'm rereading what I wrote. This is why I was never good at writing poetry...despite my greatest attempt, I could just never get deep or thoughtful enough. I mean, sometimes I get sad, angry, upset, whatever...but I never seem to be as eloquent about it as some people. And, if I had to go a day without using exclamation points, I don't think I could do it. Honestly. I need exclamation points like I need oxygen. Or peanut butter.
I think there's something about the fall that brings out my independent side...it's a blessing and a curse, right?
Gray's Anatomy was really good tonight...
My parents were in San Francisco today diving with the sharks for my dad's 50th birthday... (I know, I know, Marty's 50 already....). Who does that? I assume everything went well (aka, the cage didn't rip open and serve my parents as an appetizer). No news is good news, right?
I went to church today (getting in touch with my spiritual side...how classy). Is it wrong to spend most of my time at church just people watching? This one person in front of us made the strangest sneeze/body function noise, and my roommate and I cracked up. It wasn't just a little giggle and move on, either...it was one of those "I really want to laugh but I can't so I'll suppress it but not really I'll just spend 20 minutes thinking about it and now I'm embarrassed because I can't stop quasi-laughing" kind of moments. The second that I calmed myself down, I'd hear him stifle a laugh, and then I'd lose all composure. I thought my other roommate was going to have to sit in between us. If it's happened to you, you'll know what I mean. It's like a case of the giggles, worst case scenario style. As a self proclaimed goody goody, I was afraid the pastor was going to think I was being disrespectful and kick me out. Then I realized that the world does not ::gasp:: revolve around me, and he was probably concentrating on the other 150 people who were actually paying attention. I'm such a rebel.
What's the deal with randomly left comments? People only do it to drive you nuts, I think. I mean...it's obviously not an anonymous person...I can promise if someone was just browsing livejournals, they could find one a lot more interesting than mine to comment on. If you know me...and care enough to actually get through an entry of mine...and then to take the time to leave a comment...for petie's sake, let me know who you are. Otherwise, I'll spend way too much time wondering who you are, instead of thinking about important things, like ending world hunger. It's the same thing when someone calls your cell, but you don't recognize the number, so you don't answer (I know, I'm a terrible call screener). Then, they DON'T LEAVE A MESSAGE. Ah! Who does that?!
I need ideas for a Halloween costume. I'd like to incorporate fishnets and fake eyelashes...the first person to comment with an idea wins a prize.
One of my life goals is to say something witty enough to end up in someone's away message/AIM profile. It's gotten happen one of these days, I know it.
Don't forget, send your questions about love and life to advice@cm-life.com. Because I'm such an expert on the subject. (please tell me you read into the sarcasm). You know what they say - those who can't, tell other people how to. (or maybe they say those who can't, teach....something like that).
I think it's time for a rice cake and bed. (I know, finally, right?)
I could use some feedback.
I think there's something about the fall that brings out my independent side...it's a blessing and a curse, right?
Gray's Anatomy was really good tonight...
My parents were in San Francisco today diving with the sharks for my dad's 50th birthday... (I know, I know, Marty's 50 already....). Who does that? I assume everything went well (aka, the cage didn't rip open and serve my parents as an appetizer). No news is good news, right?
I went to church today (getting in touch with my spiritual side...how classy). Is it wrong to spend most of my time at church just people watching? This one person in front of us made the strangest sneeze/body function noise, and my roommate and I cracked up. It wasn't just a little giggle and move on, either...it was one of those "I really want to laugh but I can't so I'll suppress it but not really I'll just spend 20 minutes thinking about it and now I'm embarrassed because I can't stop quasi-laughing" kind of moments. The second that I calmed myself down, I'd hear him stifle a laugh, and then I'd lose all composure. I thought my other roommate was going to have to sit in between us. If it's happened to you, you'll know what I mean. It's like a case of the giggles, worst case scenario style. As a self proclaimed goody goody, I was afraid the pastor was going to think I was being disrespectful and kick me out. Then I realized that the world does not ::gasp:: revolve around me, and he was probably concentrating on the other 150 people who were actually paying attention. I'm such a rebel.
What's the deal with randomly left comments? People only do it to drive you nuts, I think. I mean...it's obviously not an anonymous person...I can promise if someone was just browsing livejournals, they could find one a lot more interesting than mine to comment on. If you know me...and care enough to actually get through an entry of mine...and then to take the time to leave a comment...for petie's sake, let me know who you are. Otherwise, I'll spend way too much time wondering who you are, instead of thinking about important things, like ending world hunger. It's the same thing when someone calls your cell, but you don't recognize the number, so you don't answer (I know, I'm a terrible call screener). Then, they DON'T LEAVE A MESSAGE. Ah! Who does that?!
I need ideas for a Halloween costume. I'd like to incorporate fishnets and fake eyelashes...the first person to comment with an idea wins a prize.
One of my life goals is to say something witty enough to end up in someone's away message/AIM profile. It's gotten happen one of these days, I know it.
Don't forget, send your questions about love and life to advice@cm-life.com. Because I'm such an expert on the subject. (please tell me you read into the sarcasm). You know what they say - those who can't, tell other people how to. (or maybe they say those who can't, teach....something like that).
I think it's time for a rice cake and bed. (I know, finally, right?)
I could use some feedback.