I have money!
And I don't have friends-locked posts because it seems such a shame to be so exclusive when all I do is put crap nothing on this page anyway. Here's an idea, though: I'll start writing completely meaningless crap and actually make this experience something fun instead of trying to make it a catharsis in and of itself, simply because deviance from a norm is something emo( tional?) people go to the trouble of trying to be only end up not.
There aren't many words that can express how one feels in any given situation; after all, the lexicon of human words doesn't go beyond the lexicon of human emotions, if one could express them in a dictionary. Mood rings are so convenient allowing people to categorize your moods into one of several dozen little colours so you could put on a Happy one and go around smiling with only a fractionally smaller proportion of the Singaporean population finding you crazy. Smiling all the time is apparently creepy because it identifies you as 1) a pervert of some sort or 2) an escapee from Woodbridge. This is quite sad. I would smile all the time if not for the fact that it hurts my face. It's a lot less mainstream, anyway, than one might expect. The whole world isn't happy, and everyone hopes to be less happy than their fellow man because they suppose it easier to be than happier; of course, that's not true at all since it's been established that the whole world isn't happy.
There are a few ways to throw a stone such that it doesn't hurt any birds. There aren't as many to prevent them from hurting the stone. It's lucky that stones are forgiving. I have a friend whose parents are stones. As far as I know he hasn't had any traumatic experiences during his childhood, so perhaps it's better that way. It doesn't make so much of a difference the stone they're made of, I guess, but shale usually denotes a lineage from the upper crust, so to speak. It's all a matter of Geography, which is better not taken when exams are postponed for a week and no one has any idea what the biggest bird is, anyway. It's fairly difficult to kill a roc with a pebble; even in the eye it'd just cry on you and drown you in its salty tears. Season you for a snack, maybe. Although I'm not sure exactly what rocs eat. Sinbads, possibly.