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Nick linked to The Surrealist Compliment Generator. It amuses me greatly.
Or, you know, just copy and paste for you in a surrealist manner?
May bathtubs overflow upon your gardenias. Well, I suppose that's one way to do it.
Softly seething, surreal breathing..
Ignite the cannon with sphagnum lanthum..
Laud the armies of diphthongs with your superannuating Diphtheria..
And I will ever be your combustive tablature of igneous geometries. Not quite sure what this one is saying, but it was fun to say.
The holes in your earloabs ever make me think fondly of the pock-marked landscapes upon the lunar surface. Just what every woman wants to hear! Though, hey, big ears seem to work for Prince Charles seeing as he managed to snagg Diana, at least for a few years.
Your mobile calluses massage even the most scarred of surfaces. That sounds dirty.
Your eyes flash upon my cathode ray flesh in a manner that propels my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. And that sounds even dirtier.
If you behave there will be cake for the miscreants we call your brothers. But don't I get any cake?!
Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone. Oh...kay?
You are as dazzling as a pregnant cow attired in electrical sockets. ::SNORT::
Sir, you have most exquisite breasts. Guess this one must have met Emperor Manboobies.
Your pendulous thorax makes cellists envious of the rotund sounds emanating from your nose in D minor. Carnegie Hall, here I come!
Ah! how the play of light upon your shoulders does bring one to reminisce of fallen lighthorsemen and gaseous trenches. O.o... Now that's just messed up.
Your raw sensuality flusters me as the dog sneezes into the ventilation fan. And here I thought this new filter was supposed to eliminate pet allergies! I want my money back!
A Latvian in pain could not attain your Gibraltar-mending squeals. And they told me those swine calling classes would never do me any good.
That should be enough for now. Dude, I could stay there all night, but I shall spare ya'll for the time being.
Classes start on Tuesday. I'm kinda "Eh" about the whole thing at the moment, though that might just be the whole Maren sleepy thing talking. I mean, I think my classes should be really interesting and I'm actually quite looking forward to taking them, but I have no idea how much good they're going to do for me in the long run. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, so I pretty much just took the classes that looked interesting to me and didn't really pay much attention to whether or not they would help me move toward a specific degree. In fact, I'm kinda doubting they will... My interests are kind of spread out all over the place. I mea, I *love* the earth sciences like Geology and Geography (physical, at least) and Astronomy and Meteorology, and I'm *good* at them, but... not as good that I feel I could make a life of one of them. I'm also decent at Biology and Maths and such, which is what my last advisor pushed me to go into, but honestly... I *hate* Biology... I spent my entire high school career trying to *avoid* having to take that class by filling my schedule with all the half-credit, semester long classes that I mentioned above, and I only took it in college because it was the only science lab that would fit into my schedule. And Math... Well, I don't want to spend the rest of my life crunching numbers, either. I mean, I *am* pretty decent at math when I put my mind to it, but it's far from my favorite thing in the world. My math talent is also rather sporadic... The only time I've ever gotten good grades in math is when I had an *excellent* teacher, and unfortunately, those seem to be sorely lacking these days. I don't have much confidence of ever really being able to find another teacher in the area like that, honestly, and the ones I've had before don't teach any of the higher levels of math that I need to get a degree in it.
So, yeah... this whole being 21 years old and still not knowing what to go into is really kinda depressing, actually... It's like I'll be mooching off my parents for another ten years and end up as one of those sad, lonely 30-somethings who live in their parents basement (though, in my case, more like up stairs cause our basement is rather wet and cold and mildew-ey and not good for much but storage) because they haven't found their "calling" or whatever. I mean, I *hope* that won't happen, but... yeah. With the job market what it is around here, a high school diploma won't do you a damn bit of good unless you have a degree to go with it. I sure as hell can't live as a lifeguard on $6.25 and hour for the rest of my life. Hell, I probably couldn't even work two minimum wage jobs around here and ever have hope of getting by on my own. Even as it stands now, with my parents paying all the bills, my entire pay check usually goes for food and gas, and I doubt an additional $6/hour job would get me anywhere *close* to being able to pay rent and electric and all that fun stuff.
God, growing up sucks. You spend all your childhood wishing you were older and bigger, and then once you get there, you only wish you could be small again.
Or, you know, just copy and paste for you in a surrealist manner?
May bathtubs overflow upon your gardenias. Well, I suppose that's one way to do it.
Softly seething, surreal breathing..
Ignite the cannon with sphagnum lanthum..
Laud the armies of diphthongs with your superannuating Diphtheria..
And I will ever be your combustive tablature of igneous geometries. Not quite sure what this one is saying, but it was fun to say.
The holes in your earloabs ever make me think fondly of the pock-marked landscapes upon the lunar surface. Just what every woman wants to hear! Though, hey, big ears seem to work for Prince Charles seeing as he managed to snagg Diana, at least for a few years.
Your mobile calluses massage even the most scarred of surfaces. That sounds dirty.
Your eyes flash upon my cathode ray flesh in a manner that propels my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. And that sounds even dirtier.
If you behave there will be cake for the miscreants we call your brothers. But don't I get any cake?!
Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone. Oh...kay?
You are as dazzling as a pregnant cow attired in electrical sockets. ::SNORT::
Sir, you have most exquisite breasts. Guess this one must have met Emperor Manboobies.
Your pendulous thorax makes cellists envious of the rotund sounds emanating from your nose in D minor. Carnegie Hall, here I come!
Ah! how the play of light upon your shoulders does bring one to reminisce of fallen lighthorsemen and gaseous trenches. O.o... Now that's just messed up.
Your raw sensuality flusters me as the dog sneezes into the ventilation fan. And here I thought this new filter was supposed to eliminate pet allergies! I want my money back!
A Latvian in pain could not attain your Gibraltar-mending squeals. And they told me those swine calling classes would never do me any good.
That should be enough for now. Dude, I could stay there all night, but I shall spare ya'll for the time being.
Classes start on Tuesday. I'm kinda "Eh" about the whole thing at the moment, though that might just be the whole Maren sleepy thing talking. I mean, I think my classes should be really interesting and I'm actually quite looking forward to taking them, but I have no idea how much good they're going to do for me in the long run. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, so I pretty much just took the classes that looked interesting to me and didn't really pay much attention to whether or not they would help me move toward a specific degree. In fact, I'm kinda doubting they will... My interests are kind of spread out all over the place. I mea, I *love* the earth sciences like Geology and Geography (physical, at least) and Astronomy and Meteorology, and I'm *good* at them, but... not as good that I feel I could make a life of one of them. I'm also decent at Biology and Maths and such, which is what my last advisor pushed me to go into, but honestly... I *hate* Biology... I spent my entire high school career trying to *avoid* having to take that class by filling my schedule with all the half-credit, semester long classes that I mentioned above, and I only took it in college because it was the only science lab that would fit into my schedule. And Math... Well, I don't want to spend the rest of my life crunching numbers, either. I mean, I *am* pretty decent at math when I put my mind to it, but it's far from my favorite thing in the world. My math talent is also rather sporadic... The only time I've ever gotten good grades in math is when I had an *excellent* teacher, and unfortunately, those seem to be sorely lacking these days. I don't have much confidence of ever really being able to find another teacher in the area like that, honestly, and the ones I've had before don't teach any of the higher levels of math that I need to get a degree in it.
So, yeah... this whole being 21 years old and still not knowing what to go into is really kinda depressing, actually... It's like I'll be mooching off my parents for another ten years and end up as one of those sad, lonely 30-somethings who live in their parents basement (though, in my case, more like up stairs cause our basement is rather wet and cold and mildew-ey and not good for much but storage) because they haven't found their "calling" or whatever. I mean, I *hope* that won't happen, but... yeah. With the job market what it is around here, a high school diploma won't do you a damn bit of good unless you have a degree to go with it. I sure as hell can't live as a lifeguard on $6.25 and hour for the rest of my life. Hell, I probably couldn't even work two minimum wage jobs around here and ever have hope of getting by on my own. Even as it stands now, with my parents paying all the bills, my entire pay check usually goes for food and gas, and I doubt an additional $6/hour job would get me anywhere *close* to being able to pay rent and electric and all that fun stuff.
God, growing up sucks. You spend all your childhood wishing you were older and bigger, and then once you get there, you only wish you could be small again.