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| ALL RIGHT SOMETHING FUNNY HAPPENED TO ME TODAY.
I IM'ED MY FRIEND WHOM I HAVEN'T TALKED TO IN A WHILE AND SHE IS A SHE.
I don't know if it's a way of thwarting off any potential FRIENDLY encounters, but girls have a tendency to run their mouth especially ONLINE. OOHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWP.
I mean, I cared about what she was saying and I paid attention as best as I could, BUT REALLY? I DONT TALK TO YOU FOR MONTHS AND THIS IS WHAT I GET? POOOOPED ON OMGG.
OHHHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOHO so funny.
ANyway, super lots of fantastical fun everywhere I am have. I cannot deny the excitement level breaching its maximum capacity of measuring and its like a constant overload of an overdose without the death or the cardiac arrest.
One instance I was at the market getting a bottle of cognac and nobody would ring me up. So what do I do? Drink it all right there and stumble out, drive my car, hit another car, take their car because since I T-boned THEM my engine was jacked and theirs was okay, took it to Mexico, got plastic surgery, and bought AK-47'sbecause my name is ANDREW KIM and my birthday is 4/7 so suck on that all you terrorists.
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| Funny thing happened yesterday. It was really funny.
Do I really give off a hateful vibe? Sure, I may be quiet and deprecating at times, a little sardonic and crass, but it's never as if I blatantly show a distaste or even an avid execration towards any one being because despite how I may behave, I do possess a set of manners somewhere. I guess as of late I've been misplacing them more and more but I think I've been getting by all right, haven't I? If anything, I always thought of myself being a little bit tepid lately. It's been an interminable chorus of "okay" and "good" ranging even to the shallow depths of a nonchalant "yes" or "no" but never surfacing more than the limit of the capacity of awkward conversations already in the midst of nowhere than an average person can usually withstand. There's only been but a few demurs, and I've bit my tongue to contain the number of remonstrating comments I'm usually expected of.
LOL isn't it funny how I preach against pretentious people and here I am trying to fit together as many new words I've learned from 1984 as I can? I'm only doing it so I can memorize and effectively use them later on, but it is really annoying.
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| Songs were stuck in my head today.I called her on the phone and she touched herself and told me to quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down.
Those two songs were reeling in my head, here and there, dappled on each of my thoughts. But the real thing that's bugging me is this itch on my butt that is seriously stressing me out. I cannot even write a complete sentence without the need to stop, reach down my pants, and scratch the right hemisphere that is half of my cheek. Freak. Now that I've acknowledged it, it has subsided and now I can continue with this slew of nothing which would actually be a lot better than some of the things I'm just dying to type. Type type tpye type type type pety.
I don't have any life lessons. I have suggestions that might be helpful in certain situations, but they're not potent enough to be labeled anything important. On the principles I live by today and the actual thought that goes into my actions, I cannot determine if they are any right or if they are fully wrong. Either way, it's really all that I have, isn't it? I'm just dying to one day look back, laugh at the fatuous axioms that I carry each action and mutter each word by and find myself in a state of heightened enlightenment. What I'm scared of is being stuck and never maturing, never growing, and finding myself as an eighteen year old boy for the rest of my life continually niggled by perpetual thoughts that cycle in and out of my head. I love that word.
Since I do have an older brother and I did hang out with his friends more than I did mine, I find myself stuck in a semi-lamentable thought.
I have huge problems with people who expect you to grow up too fast. There's nothing glamorous about being older, wiser, with no real reason to get up and act a fool. In fact, it's very limiting and restricting. I have no clue as to why some people are trying to rob childhoods, imaginations extended to the skies and above, and pure and complete joy.
When we grow up, everything's so tainted. Our minds are so warped and inoperable compared to the workings and functions of a child. We desperately cling on what barely works and gets us by while the child is limitless and is furthering its growth. They radiate so much goodness while our hearts are dead, etiolated, and cast aside so we can survive in this world.
When did I turn into such a bitter human being? Maybe I need to channel and empty out my stress and burden. It might be the fact that I can't keep my eyes open for more than four seconds at a time, but it seems like the more I know people, the more I'm either delightfully surprised by who they actually are or am utterly and confoundedly disappointed because of how they are so ... typical. But it sucks to say that because I've already come to the conclusions that we aren't special. We aren't our own person. As much as I'd like to believe that, there is someone just like me out there in this world thinking the exact same thoughts, dreaming the exact same dreams, and manufactured by the exact same God. It's beautiful in the sense that we're all universal, that we're tied together by more than some genes that distinguish us from animals, but it also makes me sad that I'll never be as unique as I want to be.
LOL look at me, blogging at three in the morning. I know better than that.
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| I'm losing it.Not really. I feel like I'm turning into an old man in a cabin who doesn't care that your ball fell into my yard and threatens to shoot you if you step foot on my property. I wonder what it'd be like to live in seclusion. Living merely for the sake of getting through the day. And repeat. It must be rough.
I had a dream that should've made me overwhelmed with some sort of emotion but I found myself at a loss of words and clueless as to how I should react. Thinking back on it, it meant a lot to me, but while I was in that dream, I would've rather been somewhere else, anywhere else.
And I find this occurring more and more often in real life. Not as substantial for myself to be in tears or anything like that, but I think I'm forgetting how to socialize. There are more awkward silences with only dead end question after dead end question and the prolonged sense of being suffocated with leaden arms and legs that make it impossible to even attempt to survive. LOL talk about being dramatic.
My eyes seem so half-open, every action blatantly marked with languor, indolence. And the only time I bother to think more than a few steps is when I'm being cynical, trying to disprove the positive, or to simply put down a theory and claim my intelligence to be superior and other people idiotic. As a high school dropout, it's ironic, isn't it?
My goodness that dream is bugging me!
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| This one's gonna be short.I don't know if you guys remember my cereal incident, but this one goes right along with it.
So I'm sitting on the ground because my computer is on a small desk. It hurts my back but more importantly, it enables me to touch my feet.
I have no idea what it is with touching my feet, but it's so relaxing and feels so good. They're the ignored phalanges that do so much work for little recognition. To make it even worse, people have a phobia/particular hatred towards them. That's jacked up.
Anyway, I'm touching my toes with one hand (I forgot which hand) but I saw a tub of animal crackers. I didn't want to resist so I didn't. I ate them with the CLEAN hand and by golly were they superbly delicious. I ate about seven of them and closed the top. The thing about animal crackers is they get in your teeth and in between your lips and gums and what not. And the thing about that animal cracker sludge is the most efficient way to remove it is with your fingers. And I did so. With the wrong hand.
I haven't showered for a few days and I'm started to feel a little dizzy. I think it's the spores on my foot but I don't know. I SEE A LIGHT!
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