FluFfy Nits
i’ve just had a very interesting lecture (at least i think it was, since the lecturer seems to have the same acerbic wit i tend to enjoy).
basically:
everybody lies.
now. i think this is the same tagline they use on House, the med student cliché to end all clichés… but who cares, because it’s true.
beyond true.
and then he brought up the issue of abortion. (and the following bits have nothing to do with the aforementioned lecturer,per se)
when it comes to gray areas in ethics, i tend to take a moderate stance.
case in point: i do not support abortion, yet i am not against it either.
everyone has the right to choose.
Free will, if you must. (and not just to sin, haha.)
or maybe it’s a cowardly stance, seeing as i’m not actually making a decision here.
whatever it is-
why is it so frowned upon to have your own opinion?
or rather-
why are we encouraged to speak our minds, to form our own opinions and THINK FOR OURSELVES?
because when we do, they get dismissed or squashed “because that is against my religion” or “have you no God?” or “it’s against our culture”.
then what’s the point of having a brain?
(rhetorical question).
i fail to understand how educated people, who are EDUCATED, seem unable to separate their personal opinions from a professional standpoint.
why?
shut up and smile.
yeah.
just do it.
anyway i was just thinking about the friends i have.
i like my world to be in nice little compartments.
and i guess my friends lie in different categories as well…
like my Shopping Friends.
within this (understandably huge) category there are Shoe Friends, Clothes Friends, Sale Friends, and my (ahem) dear Earring Friend, who has only recently come out of the closet, so to speak.
and then there are the Movie and Music Friends, whose sole purposes in life are to discuss and dissect movies/music with me.
and also to diss my choices, but of course.
and THEN there are my Techno Friends, one of whom is my brother. mostly i try to convince him to buy me things.
obviously there are my Literary cum Intellectual Friends, who, somewhere along the way seem to have gotten the idea that i’m this intellectual (haha!) person, and so i find myself discussing Proust more often than i (anyone) would realistically like to.
quite often Friends fall into several categories at once, for example Techno/Movie/Weird Friend, who is a quite likely closeted shopaholic.
all i have to do is release his inner shopping Diva.
but my favourite, my absof~inglutely favourite people in the whole world…
are my Weird Friends.
with whom i can be as weird as i want, because they are Just As Weird, although they’ll never admit it.
darlings, it’s a term of endearment.
mwah!
oh my god, what is wrong with me????
Listening: Fidelity; Regina Spektor
Reading: Special Topics In Calamity Physics; Marissha Pessl
Watching: Elizabethtown
i’ve only just realised that Orlando Bloom is hot.
it ain’t brain surgery,babe
(now read the category and say it aloud)
hmm.
obviously i have something important to do, but that always means i should distract myself by looking at pretty things.
Alber Elbaz for Lanvin, Fall 07 RTW
Aren’t the fuschia shoes kicky?
Woohoo..
perhaps i shall purchase a pair of such shoes.
Lord knows i need to be kicky too.
right?
you know that cliched saying..
you may be able to fool some people some of the time,all people all of the time, but you can’t fool yourself?
turns out i can’t even fool some people some of the time.
which is a good thing.
right?
even though i don’t really want to.
i’m so sleepy i can’t even type right
my face is in pain
and i’m dehydrated
because i’m just too tired to find some water.
in an hour i have to go sit in a small, small room with 10 other people.
even though i dont really want to.
in 3 hours i have to go sit in another room with 179 other people,and try to stay awake long enough to listen to what’s going on.
even though i don’t really want to.
in 5 hours i have to go home to be with my best friend, Pooper Scooper. together we shall scoop poop.
even though i don’t really want to.
why do i always have to do things i don’t want to…
why?
boohoo.
Very Nice.
nice.
i’m nice.
mostly.
when i want to.
but i’m not nice just for the sake of being nice.
i don’t say nice things just to say something.
is it hypocritical to be against niceness for the sake of being nice?
you know, because when i do nice things,it’s because i want to be nice.
anyway.
i’ve said it so many times it’s lost it’s meaning.
niiiice.
here’s lookin’ at ya, kid.
i went to the zoo last week.
look, i met some of my friends.
worryingly he appears to be eating some round balls of crap.
anyway.
you may not see it here, but this kangaroo is actually pooping.
okay.
anyone notice a trend here?
eww.
what you lookin’ at?
Visit the Zoo here.
seven ways to kill yourself.
okay, so that isn’t actually what this is about, because research shows suicide is Bad for you.
gasp. whodathunk?
but I have been tagged by this here dude, so here goes (POOO. Also I am bored. and should be reading something, actually.)
7 random things about me that nobody really cares about (nope, not even me,haha).
- when i stick my tongue out it means i’m concentrating, so please go away.
- evident selfishness turns me off.
- when i was 10 i wrote a funny story with a friend of mine and i recently found it again. i must say, for a 10 year old i knew a lot of swear words. ahem. but i don’t swear anymore.
- i once did a test and found out it is 39% likely that i am, in fact, a guy.
- i have collected the stubs to almost every movie i’ve watched. and i carry them around in my red bag, the one with the pockets in the front. i don’t know why.
- i think posers and vain guys are lame. seriously.
- sometimes i secretly wish i have superpowers. that would be awesome.
anyway…nobody really cares, so whatever…hahaa….
so i won’t tag anyone k?
lalala.
Listening: Scarlet’s Walk; Tori Amos
Reading: The Time Traveller’s Wife; Audrey Niffenegger
Watching: Grey’s Anatomy
twag.
what does twag mean?
is it even a word?
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Confession: The last time i used the word dynamics and actually fully understood what i meant…
was when i took my grade 8 piano exam.
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plus i don’t know how to set the video recorder.
plus i’m supposed to be working on a presentation but all i’ve done is…
nothing.
haha.
okay.
back to work now.
but first…
look!
ME LIKEY.
is white and fluffy!
Listening: The Way You Want It; Keane
Reading: In Your Dreams; Tom Holt
POOK POOK 