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Today has been totally uneventful. Full to bursting with nothing. But listening to Tori makes me wanna think about things. So let's try another bout of Ali's Revelations.
1. Letters have an immense effect on things. Both sorts of letters. Like, the alphabet kind, for one. When you're talking online, you say something you think is funny, and you're met with "haha", its okay. If you get a "hah", you feel kinda lame. One letter. That's it. Also, the other kind of letter, the ones you get in the mail. I can't think of anybody who doesn't like getting mail. People should send mail more often.
2. I am having trouble deciding if dreams mean anything. It seems like they should. I mean, there's so much of our brain that we don't use, or conciously use or whatever...it's kinda like space. There have to be aliens; we can't be the ONLY planet in the presumably infinite universe that supports life. It seems like dreams should be our subconcious talking to us, not just random images played back like movies from things we see in our waking hours. I don't wanna sound stuck in the clouds, but I've had some notably intriguing dreams and have to think that they must mean SOMETHING. Maybe I'm just looking for something interesting to pop up in my life, and the only way I can get it is by sleeping. I don't know.
3. I am getting royally sick of not knowing anything.
4. I am being suffocated by my own lameness a lot this summer. I'm not doing much of anything. I've become like, a hermit. This should stop.
5. I have around 145 people on my buddy list. I only talk to, like, ten of them. This is ridiculous.
6. I think I'm getting a little better at not being an asshole. But then, this should be disproved in a matter of days, as it usually is. I really wish I wasn't an asshole. But at least there's the song. That makes it considerably better.
7. I seem to have lost whatever talent I had in the writing of prose. Poetry I'm still so-so on, as ever, but my prose is really going down the drain.
8. I love a lot of people. I just realized that. Like, really love. Like, "Hey, I'd consider dying for you" love. That's good, right?
9. It always seems like you should have bulleted lists in intervals of 5's. Yunno? Like, if I have more than 5 things to say, I feel obligated to write 10. Is it just me? I don't think so. I think we're all slaves to the number game. I bet it's a conspiracy.
10. Here is my number ten. I'm succumbing, because I'm kindof a hypocrite. I think a lot of us are hypocrites. Can one avoid being a little hypocritical? Like, about being a vegetarian. I feel so bad about eating them, yet I do own leather shoes. I try not to buy leather shoes anymore, but I still wear the ones I own. And occasionally I eat a Starburst, knowing full well they have gelatin in them, hoping they're kosher but not really caring. I feel like that's bad. It is bad. AHH! I'M SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON.
11. My first attempt at making myself a little better. Betraying the number thing. I would just like to say that I realized the other day that I am really, really pathetic, because I find myself deeply moved by commercials. The pepsi/hotdog one, for example. It makes me smile and feel sad at the same time. I feel invigorated by it. I'm like, "Aww, wow!" and then I'm energized. Every time. It's so sad. And the ice cream one, with the snow and the vanilla and the fragile piano music? I CRY AT THAT COMMERCIAL. JESUS.
12. BEING POKED IN THE STOMACH HURTS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT.
the end.
1. Letters have an immense effect on things. Both sorts of letters. Like, the alphabet kind, for one. When you're talking online, you say something you think is funny, and you're met with "haha", its okay. If you get a "hah", you feel kinda lame. One letter. That's it. Also, the other kind of letter, the ones you get in the mail. I can't think of anybody who doesn't like getting mail. People should send mail more often.
2. I am having trouble deciding if dreams mean anything. It seems like they should. I mean, there's so much of our brain that we don't use, or conciously use or whatever...it's kinda like space. There have to be aliens; we can't be the ONLY planet in the presumably infinite universe that supports life. It seems like dreams should be our subconcious talking to us, not just random images played back like movies from things we see in our waking hours. I don't wanna sound stuck in the clouds, but I've had some notably intriguing dreams and have to think that they must mean SOMETHING. Maybe I'm just looking for something interesting to pop up in my life, and the only way I can get it is by sleeping. I don't know.
3. I am getting royally sick of not knowing anything.
4. I am being suffocated by my own lameness a lot this summer. I'm not doing much of anything. I've become like, a hermit. This should stop.
5. I have around 145 people on my buddy list. I only talk to, like, ten of them. This is ridiculous.
6. I think I'm getting a little better at not being an asshole. But then, this should be disproved in a matter of days, as it usually is. I really wish I wasn't an asshole. But at least there's the song. That makes it considerably better.
7. I seem to have lost whatever talent I had in the writing of prose. Poetry I'm still so-so on, as ever, but my prose is really going down the drain.
8. I love a lot of people. I just realized that. Like, really love. Like, "Hey, I'd consider dying for you" love. That's good, right?
9. It always seems like you should have bulleted lists in intervals of 5's. Yunno? Like, if I have more than 5 things to say, I feel obligated to write 10. Is it just me? I don't think so. I think we're all slaves to the number game. I bet it's a conspiracy.
10. Here is my number ten. I'm succumbing, because I'm kindof a hypocrite. I think a lot of us are hypocrites. Can one avoid being a little hypocritical? Like, about being a vegetarian. I feel so bad about eating them, yet I do own leather shoes. I try not to buy leather shoes anymore, but I still wear the ones I own. And occasionally I eat a Starburst, knowing full well they have gelatin in them, hoping they're kosher but not really caring. I feel like that's bad. It is bad. AHH! I'M SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON.
11. My first attempt at making myself a little better. Betraying the number thing. I would just like to say that I realized the other day that I am really, really pathetic, because I find myself deeply moved by commercials. The pepsi/hotdog one, for example. It makes me smile and feel sad at the same time. I feel invigorated by it. I'm like, "Aww, wow!" and then I'm energized. Every time. It's so sad. And the ice cream one, with the snow and the vanilla and the fragile piano music? I CRY AT THAT COMMERCIAL. JESUS.
12. BEING POKED IN THE STOMACH HURTS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT.
the end.