I like my men like my coffee - Irish.
I haven't blogged since Sunday night. Or maybe it was Monday? I can't remember - I always loose track of time when I start sleeping badly. It took me about five minutes to try and remember that it was week three now (for a while I thought it was only week two still, and I got really depressed). Which is totally ace, because it means we only have... *counts*... Five more weeks left. And since I reckon that week eight will be a total bludge, that means four more weeks. Four weeks left of Stromhole. Can I survive? Find out this week on: Stromhole Survivor...
I feel like there's nothing really left to say anymore. Not just in a blog, but talking to people. I know everyone, everyone knows me, we know everything about each other. I've said this before (pardon the pun), but I want to meet some new people. NOTE TO SELF: GET LIFE...
I hate the word stupid. There is no such thing as a stupid person. Some people are just more educated than others. They get more oppoturnities in life. That's it. I don't see any difference between people's intelligence. I reckon everyone has the same level of intelligence when they're born, and from there it just grows. Like trees. Trees all grow at different rates depending on how much light they get, how much water they get, what the soils like... All things like that. So, we're all trees...
Oh my god. I just got the worst urge to make a new website. *Hunts for a cool template.*
The closer it gets to the end of year ten, I love watching how everyone interacts with each other. I mean, it was good to watch before, but it's so much better now, because everyone's kind of going into hyper-overdrive mode, even if they don't realise it. Everyone's being meaner, more nicer, less hyper, less reserved, more angry, more selfish, eating less, sleeping more... You name it, one of us is doing it. I love watching everyone. Yes, creepy-stalker-ish, I know. I dunno. I don't think anyone gets what I mean.
Neal was sprawled out on the couch, eyes as big as saucers, muttering, "Have you ever noticed that Neal rhymes with teal? Or seal? Maybe I should become Neal the seal... Arf! ARF!"
Anyway... I can't think of anything else to say... Maybe another blog later?
I feel like there's nothing really left to say anymore. Not just in a blog, but talking to people. I know everyone, everyone knows me, we know everything about each other. I've said this before (pardon the pun), but I want to meet some new people. NOTE TO SELF: GET LIFE...
I hate the word stupid. There is no such thing as a stupid person. Some people are just more educated than others. They get more oppoturnities in life. That's it. I don't see any difference between people's intelligence. I reckon everyone has the same level of intelligence when they're born, and from there it just grows. Like trees. Trees all grow at different rates depending on how much light they get, how much water they get, what the soils like... All things like that. So, we're all trees...
Oh my god. I just got the worst urge to make a new website. *Hunts for a cool template.*
The closer it gets to the end of year ten, I love watching how everyone interacts with each other. I mean, it was good to watch before, but it's so much better now, because everyone's kind of going into hyper-overdrive mode, even if they don't realise it. Everyone's being meaner, more nicer, less hyper, less reserved, more angry, more selfish, eating less, sleeping more... You name it, one of us is doing it. I love watching everyone. Yes, creepy-stalker-ish, I know. I dunno. I don't think anyone gets what I mean.
Neal was sprawled out on the couch, eyes as big as saucers, muttering, "Have you ever noticed that Neal rhymes with teal? Or seal? Maybe I should become Neal the seal... Arf! ARF!"
Anyway... I can't think of anything else to say... Maybe another blog later?