Hmmm...
Ok, I downloaded Semagic which, I guess, lets me write up journal entries even when I'm offline. That might be handy I guess. We'll see. Anyhow, I bought a power converter again for the car and so far it's working. I think last time I just blew out the fuse. I probably will again. Mental note: go buy fuses. Ya know, if I keep buying gadgets like this, I'll have a pretty swank little office in the car here. I'm not sure I've ever used the word "swank" before. Interesting. So I was sitting in Arbys the other day, and it occurred to me how you can tell if you're an adult. I discovered this quite some time ago. I figure you can tell you're an adult when other adults are stupider than you. Let me elaborate. Obviously, there are five year olds out there that are smarter than some of the adults out there. That's not what I mean. When you're younger, probably right up until the end of your teenage years, if you see a successful looking man in a business suit, you usually think "This guy has it figured out. He's obviously an intelligent person." Then, I think at some point in your early twenties, you see that same guy and think "Look at this moron in the suit. He doesn't even know how to work that PDA. How this guy dresses himself in the morning is a mystery." Naturally, there are plenty of 'suits' out there smarter than you and I, but at some point, you realize that successful people can be fucking braindead and that you're smarter than a fair number of them. Bang. You're a grown-up. It's like the way intelligence is defined to many people as being self-aware. Well, adulthood is defined, at least by me, as being bullshit-aware. The suit no longer hides the insecurities and short-comings of a bumbling idiot. Just thought I'd share that with you. Certainly not an epiphany, but it's interesting to me.
I like epiphanies. They're fun. Probably because they're rare. They have to be. Imagine if you had one everyday. You'd lose your mind. You'd walk around looking like Einstein in that picture of him with his tongue hanging out were he appears to be going "Wha-hoo" but louder. Frizzy hair and all. Wanna hear my latest epiphany? ... ahem... wanna read my latest epiphany?
For the majority of my life, I've been looking for the ideal woman. I had her pretty much picked out too. I was looking for a sweet, innocent, pure, clean-cut, all-American girl. You all know the type I mean. She loves God and her parents and her stuffed teddy bear she's had since she was a little girl. So yeah, that was my idea of the perfect woman. About a year ago... actually maybe only six months, I realized I needed to change my specifications. I found a few woman the fit the mold, but they were unattainable. We all want the unattainable. But more than that, I didn't really have a lot in common with them. I don't think you have to have a lot in common with a girl to fall for her, but a few things might be nice. These girls were generally not interested in me, and rightfully so. I realized that I need to look for a cool girl. And when I say cool, I mean total geek. I totally need a geeky girl! It just hit me. Simplest of the simple ideas. I don't know why it took so long. I need a girl who likes Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and Family Guy, and musicals, and video games, and playing pool, and bullshitting on the phone until your ear sweats. Perfectly pretty preppy girls aren't like that. So I figured that out and that was my most recent epiphany. I can think of one other one I had that set me free a few years ago, but I won't go into that one right now, because I DID blow the fuse again and I have precious little battery power left. This just pisses me off. I could take this thing back to Walmart again and get my money back, or I could try a larger capacity fuse like the instructions say. But they also say they take no responsibility if my car blows up into fiery shards of death. This shouldn't be so hard. Anyhow, I'm going to log and probably go to bed. I'll probably try to see the matinee of the third Harry Potter movie tomorrow. They're good movies. I'm not near as obsessed as my friends, but they are enjoyable. Later journal.
I like epiphanies. They're fun. Probably because they're rare. They have to be. Imagine if you had one everyday. You'd lose your mind. You'd walk around looking like Einstein in that picture of him with his tongue hanging out were he appears to be going "Wha-hoo" but louder. Frizzy hair and all. Wanna hear my latest epiphany? ... ahem... wanna read my latest epiphany?
For the majority of my life, I've been looking for the ideal woman. I had her pretty much picked out too. I was looking for a sweet, innocent, pure, clean-cut, all-American girl. You all know the type I mean. She loves God and her parents and her stuffed teddy bear she's had since she was a little girl. So yeah, that was my idea of the perfect woman. About a year ago... actually maybe only six months, I realized I needed to change my specifications. I found a few woman the fit the mold, but they were unattainable. We all want the unattainable. But more than that, I didn't really have a lot in common with them. I don't think you have to have a lot in common with a girl to fall for her, but a few things might be nice. These girls were generally not interested in me, and rightfully so. I realized that I need to look for a cool girl. And when I say cool, I mean total geek. I totally need a geeky girl! It just hit me. Simplest of the simple ideas. I don't know why it took so long. I need a girl who likes Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and Family Guy, and musicals, and video games, and playing pool, and bullshitting on the phone until your ear sweats. Perfectly pretty preppy girls aren't like that. So I figured that out and that was my most recent epiphany. I can think of one other one I had that set me free a few years ago, but I won't go into that one right now, because I DID blow the fuse again and I have precious little battery power left. This just pisses me off. I could take this thing back to Walmart again and get my money back, or I could try a larger capacity fuse like the instructions say. But they also say they take no responsibility if my car blows up into fiery shards of death. This shouldn't be so hard. Anyhow, I'm going to log and probably go to bed. I'll probably try to see the matinee of the third Harry Potter movie tomorrow. They're good movies. I'm not near as obsessed as my friends, but they are enjoyable. Later journal.