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a picture is worth a thousand words

really? because i can think of only one word for this one:
BORING.

if these walls could talk . . .

they might say, “hey, we heard you,” when i backed into the corner of the room during a party and farted.

i’ll tell you what i know about frustration.

frustration is texting “i love you forever and miss you right now” to your woman boss instead of your boyfriend because both their names start with “R” in your cell phone contact list. frustration is also when your boss texts you back, “thank you, but you’re late.”

today my bike was stolen

at first, when i walked out of the building and saw that my bike wasn’t there, i felt angry. i raised my fists and yelled at the people around me. then i pulled myself together and walked around the building to see if someone had moved it to the bike rack to kind of “teach me a lesson.” it wasn’t there so i checked all of the other bike racks on campus. the bike was no where.

i yelled again, then sat on the cement steps and cried. "why?” i asked the people passing by me. one man stopped and tenderly knelt down and asked if i was okay. i looked at him and he was the oldest, ugliest man i had ever seen. he reached out his hand to help me up. i wiped my tears away and said thank you. then walked away, laughing.

because ya know, i might have lost my bike today, but i am not as old or as ugly as him. i can buy myself a new bike, but he can never buy back the years lost or a better face.

my thoughts on hell

i don't think hell is a place. more of . . . a condition. 

like a condition in which you have to listen to the chorus of "every little thing she does is magic" on repeat for ETERNITY. 

(while i was looking up photos of hell i really really hoped my boss wouldn't walk in and catch me because there are a lot of creepy pictures...and i just wouldn't know how to explain myself.)

and the snow!

i heard a girl once describe how her fiance proposed:

"and when i said yes, it began to snow and i knew that God was happy and approved," she said.

i think about this story occasionally and i wonder if the snow was actually a sign of disapproval--because snow is pretty cold and can make you pretty sick and miserable, especially on your way to school.

it can also be pretty heartbreaking in the spring. or pretty annoying when you're driving.

and it's pretty messy when it turns to slush.

or completely destructive when it turns to ice and hits you in the face.


i don't know how that marriage worked out, but i wouldn't be surprised if they were divorced by now.

i like the idea . . .

...of settling down in one place for the rest of my life.

what i don't like? the idea of getting sick of it.

physical science 101

sometimes i wish we were oppositely charged so we could stick to each other. but i don't mean i wish we could stick together in like a brotherly or familial sort of way. i mean, literally, i want to be stuck to you because i'm beginning to suspect that you're stealing my food and i want to make sure i'm there to witness it...so that it NEVER happens again.

i've got this feeling.

so, i've got this feeling that i post more often than other bloggers. it's just a hunch, but i think i'm on to something.