bad bad day.

i hate lying. i hate it when people lie. don't lie. or you'll end up alone for the rest of your life. if only that were true...

i need to distract myself. i want to be happy. to be busy. to not care. i wish there was a switch you could flick and it would turn off your heart. not the caring, sympathy/empathy part of your heart, but the infatuation part. the light would go off, and you could just not care that he lied to you about everything. i want to be the bigger person. but i also want him to understand what his actions have done. maybe one day someone will be able to teach him that lesson. i guess for now it's my loss. one day it will be his, as well.

i want to change. maybe i'll dye my hair. and update my wardrobe. paint my room a new color. eliminate all the junk and be more focused. learn guitar (my parents said i could take lessons!). be happy. get the most out of life as possible. i wonder if i'd be happy being stage manager. i don't know yet. and then there's steel pan. he'll be in both. i can't make my decisions based on that, but it makes me question how much i'll enjoy the activities.

why is it so easy to write this much on a blog, but i can't write a sentence about the brontes, my research topic?

i don't want to be sad. i have so much to look forward to in the next few days. my friends are incredible, and i wouldn't know what to do without them. oohhhhh omg i'm listening to the song bad bad world by guster. it's so good. go look it up. it might make you smile, too.

december.

well, this is proof that you really do learn a new thing every day.
also, it serves as an example of the "productive" things chelsea and i do during comp11.

ready to have your mind blown?
of course you've always wondered, as have I until today, what "shva" means in gmail's url. it turns out, the acronym stands for "should have valid authentication." who knew?!

this is up among there with the other amazing discoveries i've had throughout the past few years, the best obviously being the epiphany i had in which i realized mac computers are called Macintosh because the company is called APPLE. HUH.

i would also like to comment that the weather in december (almost rhyme...) is lovely. the air is so crisp. i love it.

maybe if i wrote my research paper in a blog post, i would actually accomplish something.

i wish you a happy day in december (:

Stream of Consciousness

Chelsea just made the sound of a dying dinosaur baby. And while she was reading this sentence over my shoulder, she informed me of an interesting picture about the reason why dinosaurs became extinct. It turns out, they dug holes in the ground to find more food, which eventually caved in and killed them. That reminds me of Karina, and how she thought scientists knew why dinosaurs went extinct. She was convinced. But she also thought hyenas weren't real, so I think we can stop talking about Karina, now. "Do you believe in Hyenas?" (British accent). "Hyenas are real, Karina." I should really be working on my essay. But this is so much more fun. I kind of want to make one of those lists itemizing my incredible procrastination skills. I could talk about searching for dinosaur pictures (5 minutes), or last class, trying to find someone's blog (75 minutes). I still think I should write my "how-to" essay on "how to use sarcasm efficiently." I mean, the teacher said to think about "what are you an expert at?" I'm definitely an expert at using sarcasm... Chelsea found the picture. It really isn't as good as she thinks it is. She also wants to know why my stream of consciousness is in one paragraph. But isn't that what stream of consciousness is? AND now she has indignantly proclaimed that the picture really is amazing. OK, she just spelled my name wrong. What now? I'm really glad I have English class with Chelsea, but I have to say that having a writing class located in the computer lab was really poor thinking. NO, i didn't just spell thinking incorrectly... I just typed it wrong. Anyway, Jessi is trying to come up with an expository essay topic. Yes, Jessi's name has an "i" in it, Chelsea. I just forgot it, that's all. I feel like this won't make any sense to anyone unless they read both blogs simultaneously. And even then... Ok, I need to work on my essay some more. This honestly wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. Maybe that's cause I don't have very interesting thoughts. Although, I always used to pride myself on having interesting thoughts. This is kind of a depressing revelation. I hope I'm just having an uninspiring day, and that my thoughts aren't actually so boring. MMMMMM maybe going to a zoo would help inspire us. Let's go... Byee! We're off to the zoo. (stahm)

Hello.

So I made a blog. (Obviously). I have mixed feelings about blogs, however. I mean, who am I to think that someone else out there cares about what I have to say? Probably no one does. That whole notion of the rest of the world caring about the random musings of an inconsequential individual is so incredibly widespread, which explains the copious amounts of blogs, etc, but I can't believe it's remotely true. And yet, I created a blog. I think it's because it's so easy. And maybe it'll make me feel better. An outlet, of sorts. Hmmm.... What to talk about first?

Maybe the title of my blog is a good place to start. The title is a line of lyrics from the Regina Spektor song "Eet," from her album Far. It was stuck in my head while I was picking a name for the blog. Ever since I heard one of her songs in 500 Days of Summer I've been hooked.

A Parenthood rerun is on right now. One of the girls just broke up with her boyfriend, and her friends decide to break all of the CDs she borrowed from him. First of all, that's just ridiculous. And disrespectful. Secondly, however, one of the CDs was The Decemberists. Which is rather ironic because my friend just introduced me to them. He showed me his favorite song. And I mean, it's catchy... But the lyrics make absolutely no sense. At all. How can the motorway (what is a motorway, anyway?!) reek of marmalade? What does that even mean? Oh well, I should probably stop talking now. Lehitraot :)