iDallas!We vacuumed our house today! That might not seem like something to rejoice about, but
I assure you it is. We have lived here for something like 14 or 15 months and we had
never vacuumed until today. Never. We don’t own a vacuum cleaner. We had to
borrow one from the neighbors. I feel good about this move. I think it’ll really
help to bring us together as a family-like people-structure.
I think about God sometimes. I usually don’t use a capital G when I talk about her/him,
though. I usually take the sacrilegious route and use the lowercase g to show my
feelings. How would you all like it if I suddenly wanted everyone to call me Human?
I don’t think it’s fair for one being to just take over a word like that. It’s downright
rude. God is one rude mother. And that’s the blessed truth.
Do you ever see somebody when you’re out walking about or out dancing or out
mowing the lawn or out having a smoothie or whatever that just makes you
turn your head and look? You know, those people that instantaneously redefine
your concept of what it means to be sexy or alluring or cute or babealicious? Sometimes,
you might not even realize what has happened to you until a few days later when
you find yourself still thinking about that mystical person. Well, I just saw
one of those people in a club the other night. She was on the verge of beautiful
and hot at the same time, but there were still some noticeable flaws about her. It’s the
flaws that always get you. She also didn’t seem to care all that much about what was
going on around her. At first, I thought she wanted to leave, but then she started
dancing with some boy pretty hot-n-heavy and she seemed to like that… I did, anyway!
Ok. Enough with my blabbing.
I got some stuff done yesterday, yay! I’m still feeling the burn of a long week, though.
It wasn’t as hard as a hard week working for someone else, but it was
still tiring. I’ve been going to bed dead-tired every night. It’s fortunate that
I can sleep as long as I want, though. Lucky me.
Oh hey! I have a thought! Why is it that people get so hung up about things that are
super unimportant? Why do people have this idea that things like cars and what kind
of cheese you eat makes you different from other people? What makes people think
that someone who is different is someone that should be avoided? Why do people have
this urge to crawl into their own little ball and only touch up against other
people nearby that are all in their own little balls, too? Why? why? (why)
I took back a couple of the things that I had bought during a buying spree of mine
the other week. That was a good feeling. I felt a bit guilty about spending so
much money and this helps somewhat. It shows that I really was only buying those things
to see if what I wanted to do would work… when I found out it didn’t work, I didn’t get
lazy and just keep the stuff. Nope! I took it back like a good boy. Yay me.
Oh, my! I’ve been busy the past couple of days. I’ve been having trouble getting
anything done. That’s always a sign that I’m working on too many things at once… I’m
overtaxed. I need to start getting some things done instead. I’ve even been neglected
my adoring fans. Poor you.
I’ve somehow gotten into a discussion about humans, waste, technology, and
industry. Those sort of suck. They just put everyone into a bad mood when everything is
said and done. The frustration and powerlessness that people feel about it becomes
apparent and arguments are more likely to break out as a result. Don’t get me wrong…
It is a vital discussion issue. I just wish it were a little easier sometimes. I get
tired of taking things seriously, but as soon as I start to relax, another issue comes
up. I guess it’s not so hard to understand why people just decide to not care after
awhile.
I went out to a club last night to see some girly jungle DJ’s. By girly, I mean that
literally… they were women. Anyway, it was a fun night. Club crowds are way
different than party crowds. I guess a big part of it was the age requirement. It
was at least 18 and over and might have been 21 and over… I’m not sure… Anyway,
club girls are cuties. I’m not sure if I’m into being a part of the club thing, though.
I don’t know if I want to meet somebody in a situation like that. I mean, I wouldn’t
mind if it happened, but I don’t know if it’s something worth putting much effort into.
There were some definite cuties there, though… Something to think about.
I got my hair trimmed today! Yay. That’s pretty much what I accomplished, though.
I also managed to call a couple of companies and add and/or cancel and/or modify
a couple of services. I also made an inquiry to another company about their services
possibly replacing one of my other services. All in a normal day. Ally McBeel was
good, too. I also came up with an idea for a new rock-the-house web project. More of
my free-time will be thrown to the wind as I add to my ever-growing devotion
to the web. Lucky me. What’d you do, today?
I’d like to complain about the state of the world today. I really would like to.
I’d like to complain about the way people in remote places differ from me. I’d like
to help those people live a life more like mine. I’d like for them to be able to
use ICQ and carry a cell phone to the Taco Bell for their meatless Gordita. I’d
like for them to be able to eat Corn-Nuts for breakfast and stay up until 5am installing
Linux on a PC put together from some scavenged parts. But why should I do that?
Why should I think the way I do things is better than the way they do things?
Why should I suppose that my way of life is somehow more enlightened or more enriching
than theirs? I am so very envious of primitive tribe culture. I can never hope
to understand it, but I can suppose that people who live in tribes apart from
the main section of world society really understand their emotions and their feelings.
They are much more in touch with their instincts and they understand what
the word history really means. I wish I could understand that.