I have officially decided to have Daniel Tosh's babies... they would be superheros.
Funny ones at that.
Dry those tears pussy, thats why dad left.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Ranting of conformity... and such
Life calls for conformity. They don’t care if you die from it… they just want to know that you’ve conformed to the right set of ideals… theirs.
This can be a problem.
Conformity goes so much farther than your clothes and your actions. Ideas, Religions, our Government. All want you to conform to them. What they think is “right.”
Every once and a while, someone gets it in their head that what they think is better. That by making people believe what they believe, they can make people better.
Try and enforce this new idea to conform to…
Resistance is formed. A form of conformity in itself.And People end up dead… how is that better?
This can be a problem.
Conformity goes so much farther than your clothes and your actions. Ideas, Religions, our Government. All want you to conform to them. What they think is “right.”
Every once and a while, someone gets it in their head that what they think is better. That by making people believe what they believe, they can make people better.
Try and enforce this new idea to conform to…
Resistance is formed. A form of conformity in itself.And People end up dead… how is that better?
How I feel today
How I feel today
I love you
Because I’m such a Masochist
I self sabotage
When I’m finally doing alright
When it’s important
I’ll do anything else
Just not what’s important
Do what I shouldn’t
Don’t do what I should
And want what I can’t
I don’t come around
and I don’t stick around
or follow obediantly
As much as it hurts me
That I should
Physical pain was nothing
to what I’ve got now
Something has to break soon
And I don’t want to talk
But I want to scream
And I don’t want to think about it
But that’s all I’m going to do
And I’ve got shit to do
But I’m thinking
about why I hurt myself.
*credit to Cassi McLain, she of a level of eloquence that I cannot seem to match*
I love you
Because I’m such a Masochist
I self sabotage
When I’m finally doing alright
When it’s important
I’ll do anything else
Just not what’s important
Do what I shouldn’t
Don’t do what I should
And want what I can’t
I don’t come around
and I don’t stick around
or follow obediantly
As much as it hurts me
That I should
Physical pain was nothing
to what I’ve got now
Something has to break soon
And I don’t want to talk
But I want to scream
And I don’t want to think about it
But that’s all I’m going to do
And I’ve got shit to do
But I’m thinking
about why I hurt myself.
*credit to Cassi McLain, she of a level of eloquence that I cannot seem to match*
Thursday, November 29, 2007
blarg
Sitting in this room is like sitting surrounded by repressive reminders of responsibility.
(hehe lots of R's)
I know all of the things I need to be doing/ need to already have done, and yet all I can force myself to do is read old emails and blog useless blogs.
At least its snowing.
I am overwhelmed by the sheer force of things that need to be done. Things I meant to do a long time ago. Things I havent even started yet, but keep pilling on the heap. Essays to write, math to do, podcasts to write then record, scarves to crotchet, books to read, research to do.
When will it end?
Even if, by some miracle, I manage to graduate, then I still have scholarships to win and then move of a lifetime. Enter college, stage left. Another 3 years of my life. More school, find a job, move through the ranks.
This is life I suppose. This constant struggle for "improvement" which we will never truely achieve. There will always be more to learn, a better paying job, something else to try and make you happy.
We are not a race built for contentment, just disappointment.
(hehe lots of R's)
I know all of the things I need to be doing/ need to already have done, and yet all I can force myself to do is read old emails and blog useless blogs.
At least its snowing.
I am overwhelmed by the sheer force of things that need to be done. Things I meant to do a long time ago. Things I havent even started yet, but keep pilling on the heap. Essays to write, math to do, podcasts to write then record, scarves to crotchet, books to read, research to do.
When will it end?
Even if, by some miracle, I manage to graduate, then I still have scholarships to win and then move of a lifetime. Enter college, stage left. Another 3 years of my life. More school, find a job, move through the ranks.
This is life I suppose. This constant struggle for "improvement" which we will never truely achieve. There will always be more to learn, a better paying job, something else to try and make you happy.
We are not a race built for contentment, just disappointment.
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