Happy Halloween

Halloween once again. I haven't gone trick or treating since I was eleven so I'm doing what I do every year since. Sit at home and eat lots of sugary foods. I did dress up though, I was a private school boy, note that I'm not a private school girl because its way too cold to be walking around in a short skirt. Not that I would do actually do that unless I was going somewhere with my close friends, in which case it doesn't really matter what I'm wearing. The surprising thing about this year is that nobody has set off a fire alarm with firecrackers. I was so surprised at the end of the day, I kept waiting for it to happen. I kind of miss having Halloween the way I used to when I was little and it seemed like such a big thing. We would have class parties in elementary school and I would be so bubbly and excited for the entire day and I would keep waiting for the sun to go down so I could go out and get candy. It seems that with every holiday, it becomes less of a big deal as you get older. Christmas used to have the whole Santa Claus, hanging up stockings, the big dinner where all your relatives come over and you get to play with the cousins you don't normally see. Now its just scoffing at the commercialization of every major holiday, dreading the horrid shopping trips for presents, and writhing with agony inside as you get interrogated by various relatives and being forced to make conversation with cousins that have nothing in common with you. Same with Easter. No more hope that the Easter bunny will come and give you chocolate or having Easter Egg hunts. The only exception might be Valentine's Day. It becomes a bigger deal as you get older. You find yourself hoping you might have a secret admirer out there with roses and chocolates for you when you see all the "happy happy" couples out there celebrating (some celebrating with more PDA than necessary), but that's a load of complaining about my crappy love life that could be saved for another day's blogging.

Happy Halloween!

A Not Very Exciting Existance

Do you ever get that feeling that you really have no life? At times when this person's on a date, the others have their one million and one extra curriculars and you're sitting at home with a Math textbook in front of you trying to study your ass off and convince yourself that you do in fact have a life: a math nerd existance. Except of course, you're actually borderlining failing because you just don't understand math and you don't even like the stupid subject except its one of those basic subjects that everyone has to take to get into a somewhat decent college. To top that, your love life sucks. All the guys that you have a non-platonic relationship with turn out to be jerks. And of course, your friend decides to babble on about her boyfriend 24/7 and whatever comes out of her mouth is about said boyfriend and how wonderful and sweet he is and you feel that if she says his goddamned name one more time, you'll let out an inhuman scream and bash someone's head against the wall. Apparently, she doesn't care how miserable you feel about your recent...heartbreak or she lacks the sensitivity to care. And finally, your latest fanfiction chapter gets 6 reviews. The chapter is 6700+ words long and you spent about three long weeks on it since you're so overloaded with homework.

Blah.

Thanksgiving Long Weekend

Its Thanksgiving once again, the holiday of turkeys and families. We don't really do the turkey thing in my family so its pretty much like every other normal day of the year, except I get the day off and that makes me happy. I'm in a relatively good mood right now so I might as well talk (type) about all the things I'm thankful for. Since you don't realize how important something is until its gone and I feel somewhat happy at the moment, I'm thankful for all the things that I have. Not just materialistic things, but things like family, friends, and the fact that I can sit here and type these horribly phrased words and not get bombed by the government accusing me of spreading lies or something. Its pretty horrible of me to base what I'm thankful for on other people's misfortunes but come on, I mean its true. I'm glad that I have a roof over my head, I'm not in some war ridden country where women have no freedom, I'm not in a coma in some hospital, I'm not paralysed from the neck down or anything. Sure I want more in life, I'm not happy with parts of it, but hey, compared to a big chunk of the world, I'm living a luxurious life, and for that I'm extremely thankful.

A Whole Bunch Of Things That Make No Sense

When everything seems to swirl and you're absolutely sure you haven't taken drugs or consumed any alcohol, you know that something's wrong. Just what is the foothold that you stand on when you climb the big mountain of life? No matter which way you step, no niche in the rocks will ever feel comfortable for your feet. No matter how strong the rocks look, its always crumbled by what people seem to see as the weakest elements; water, wind, sand. I suppose over the years I've learned that pleasing people isn't going to make me happy. As humans, its impossible to become satisfied and you'll always demand more. I guess I always hold back just a little so there's always space to back out of relationships, don't get too attatched. But sometimes, it seems like there are some threads that are impossible to sever. What I've wanted all along still hasn't changed no matter what I tell myself.

I love to hate desire.

No, that doesn't make sense, does it?

No, I don't give a damn.

Yes, that's a double negative statement, grammatically in correct.

I will stop rambling now.

SIRC Guide to Flirting

While you're sitting around twiddling your thumbs wondering if he's really flirting with you or how to improve your flirting skills, why not check this guide out:

http://www.sirc.org/publik/flirt.html

I always laugh when I read these things. Its so funny to see these things put in 'professional lingo'.