But I think that's selfish.
This appeals to my sense of
awesome. [Haha, and a little heart wrenching, in that wry sort of way I really like.]
Whose Line Is It Anyway is also pretty much awesome. [My grandmother tried to tell me how much she liked Whose Line, once, but I realized she was talking about "What's My Line?" instead. And I thought, "Damn, they're both so entertaining."] BBC America is basically the only decent channel. Well, I do like Cartoon Network. Especially when they show Tom and Jerry cartoons. [Or those radical WWII toons where Bugs Bunny screws with Hitler or something.] And I secretly love Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Seriously, that's some entertaining stuff.
I bought sunglasses today. They make my head look like a deformed squash and my ears stick out and I like them a lot. But it struck me as really weird to go to CVS just to impulse buy some cheap sunglasses, even if they have a picture of Panama Jack on them, so I grabbed a box of candy and hid the sunglasses underneath. I guess I could've just used the self checkout, though. Jeez.
I heard a funny thing the other day. This girl was in the hall and she was yelling into her cellphone, "You don't love me! You just idolize me!" Immediately I thought, "Hunh. That was always sort of my conception of romantic love. Wait, didn't Carla say that same line on Scrubs?" Moments later I thought, "Whoa, I watch too much television." Then I ate a grilled cheese sandwich with tomatoes and bacon and spinach and read Anatole France. But I kept thinking about what that girl screamed and that she was a twit. Or, alternatively, that I'm a creep who listens to other people scream.
The problem with idolizing someone, as far as I can tell, is that it inevitably leads to jealousy. So, in examining all the people I manage to shove onto pedestals, I figure I'll get a pretty good picture of which traits I should cultivate. And basically, no matter where you look, it comes down to two or thee things. I'm taken by people with spontaneity and curiosity and creativity. And people with ambition and desire and needs. And people with child-like appreciation for the world around them. Does that mean I'm missing those things? Well, I damn should hope not. [But secretly fear that I do.]
It's funny that thoughts like that are so easily pushed aside by pomegranate-flavored tea. [Too bad everything tastes like rose hips after taking vitamins.]
I don't know. Old people scare me, I guess. Human beings are really horrible. I wish you could just inhale positivity.
I don't know, I guess I just wish my life was filled with more zombies and stuff.