An update
Well, I do remember reading an entry by cuntishness which described Southern California as the asshole of the universe.
Anyway, it's a beautiful day here in the asshole of the universe. The rain has taken a break and Los Angelinos can finally come out of their caves. For some reason rain puts all of so cal in hock; from freeways to surface streets, from burn areas to those nice rich folks houses that are starting to slide off the cliffs of Malibu. So the 'storm of the century,' which consisted of less than an inch of rain, has abated and I just sit in awe of the what the showers have left behind. Rain has a wonderful cleansing affect on the brown air of southern california, as well as providing a nice wash for the rest of the filth lying about. It's only temporary of course, but once in a while it's nice; nice to breathe fresh air and be able to see for miles and miles, unhindered by smog.
Tomorrow, things will be back to normal. Back to routine. I hate routine. I hate routine more than anything in the world. As much as I hate it, I and most other people have grown comfortable with it. It just makes things easier. Life just carries on like the directions on a shampoo bottle; work, school, sleep, repeat. It makes me quite sad when someone asks something as simple as 'what have you been up to.' The answer is always the same. I'm a very complex person with a simple man's facade. I'd say that a good portion of 'what I've been up to' consists of just thinking. I am constantly thinking about something, usually other than what I'm doing. The problem is that what goes through my mind either makes no sense to the listener or they just don't care to listen. So here I am on livejournal.
I come up with huge, holy shit ideas. The amount of ideas I have going through my head is astounding. I can't stop wondering. My imagination constantly gets in the way.
I'm feeling random right now.
I saw a girl in my Chemistry class today. She was quite attractive, which is uncommon of most girls in science/engineering classes. She is tall, has dark hair, and perfect complexion; smooth skin is the biggest turn on. Her eyes are as dark as her hair, she has a perfect nose, completely refined facial features. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her during most of class tonight. We brushed past each other a few times in the laboratory and I breathed in deeply, I do this whenever I pass someone for some reason, she smells great. Whatever perfume it was, it was great. I should talk to her. I will talk to her, but it will probably be some bullshit that doesn't make sense, just like a nervous teenager in a movie. I stammer like an idiot. I try to convince myself that I am confident, but when it gets down to it, girls are just my kryptonite. There's really no reason why I or any man should be intimidated by the opposite sex. I just wish there was some other way. Girls hold the cards, that's for sure. They are the ones calling the shots, which aggravates me. They'd say different, but that's the way it is. I'm not gonna start bitching. I just wish everything was more on a level playing field, for everyone.
I'm just an idiot when it comes to that stuff anyway. The only way a girl could get a signal across to me is if they accompanied it with a slap across my face. Well, everyone tells me that my day will come. Far be it from me to call you all liars.
Take it easy folks
Anyway, it's a beautiful day here in the asshole of the universe. The rain has taken a break and Los Angelinos can finally come out of their caves. For some reason rain puts all of so cal in hock; from freeways to surface streets, from burn areas to those nice rich folks houses that are starting to slide off the cliffs of Malibu. So the 'storm of the century,' which consisted of less than an inch of rain, has abated and I just sit in awe of the what the showers have left behind. Rain has a wonderful cleansing affect on the brown air of southern california, as well as providing a nice wash for the rest of the filth lying about. It's only temporary of course, but once in a while it's nice; nice to breathe fresh air and be able to see for miles and miles, unhindered by smog.
Tomorrow, things will be back to normal. Back to routine. I hate routine. I hate routine more than anything in the world. As much as I hate it, I and most other people have grown comfortable with it. It just makes things easier. Life just carries on like the directions on a shampoo bottle; work, school, sleep, repeat. It makes me quite sad when someone asks something as simple as 'what have you been up to.' The answer is always the same. I'm a very complex person with a simple man's facade. I'd say that a good portion of 'what I've been up to' consists of just thinking. I am constantly thinking about something, usually other than what I'm doing. The problem is that what goes through my mind either makes no sense to the listener or they just don't care to listen. So here I am on livejournal.
I come up with huge, holy shit ideas. The amount of ideas I have going through my head is astounding. I can't stop wondering. My imagination constantly gets in the way.
I'm feeling random right now.
I saw a girl in my Chemistry class today. She was quite attractive, which is uncommon of most girls in science/engineering classes. She is tall, has dark hair, and perfect complexion; smooth skin is the biggest turn on. Her eyes are as dark as her hair, she has a perfect nose, completely refined facial features. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her during most of class tonight. We brushed past each other a few times in the laboratory and I breathed in deeply, I do this whenever I pass someone for some reason, she smells great. Whatever perfume it was, it was great. I should talk to her. I will talk to her, but it will probably be some bullshit that doesn't make sense, just like a nervous teenager in a movie. I stammer like an idiot. I try to convince myself that I am confident, but when it gets down to it, girls are just my kryptonite. There's really no reason why I or any man should be intimidated by the opposite sex. I just wish there was some other way. Girls hold the cards, that's for sure. They are the ones calling the shots, which aggravates me. They'd say different, but that's the way it is. I'm not gonna start bitching. I just wish everything was more on a level playing field, for everyone.
I'm just an idiot when it comes to that stuff anyway. The only way a girl could get a signal across to me is if they accompanied it with a slap across my face. Well, everyone tells me that my day will come. Far be it from me to call you all liars.
Take it easy folks