Unproductive Fridays

I should do statistics. I waste time instead. I blog, like it's any other day. Two weeks left, no, less. That's all I have. I hope I won't fail. Sigh, failure. Maybe I should go play Starcraft.

Stories from Grammar

There we were in grammar class, sitting around, and doing nothing. I picked up my pen and started to write. The result was... interesting.

A world is created. One where Sami plays Starcraft and dresses up like a hydralisk. Yes, she loves the game that much. Then Jeff appears. he sees her. "AAAAAAHHHH! A Hydralisk!" he yells. Then, he realizes its Sami. Awwwwwwwww. He commands her to "make me a sandwich bitch." Jeff was never seen again.The last hint of him I had was a peanut butter jar. Sami? She became a lurker. I'm afraid. Very af...

ARRRGH!

Word Play

I always think in words. I find words beautiful. Even the simplest can carry a deep meaning.
I think it’s because words are little packets of memories. Each one has its unique flavor. Those associated with special memories have a richness that beats out the rest.
I love making a concoction of words referring to a mixture of memories. It’s heavenly.
Other people don’t understand this. They prefer roses, chocolates, or teddy bears. A well written message beats them all. Bought gifts carry no memory. They’re bought manufactured and cold.
Too bad we’re all shallow capitalists.

On Snow

It’s weird how things change. I was so disappointed yesterday. I upset myself to the point of failure, and today, I’m happy enough to enjoy a bleak April snow. There’s just something captivating about a white, misty blanket covering our world. It feels close, intimate even, like Mother Nature tucking us in. The light flurries create mystery, mystique, and makes me feel like I’m in a movie.
The thing I love most about snow is how pure it is. How white, mindless, blank it is. It starts off as a tabula rasa. I love these little wisps of nothingness.

Synonyms, sympathies, and smiles.

I'm very extreme. I'm blissful one day and downcast the next. I love my name Sunny, but I also love the word melancholy.

When something bad happens, I brood over it. When something doesn't go my way, I twist and turn and fumble around trying to get a feeling of failure out of my brain. I let depressing thoughts wash over me, and it's regenerative. It's an outlet, but it's also a hole. My thoughts dig my grave as happiness shrivels up in my mind's casket. The reason I escape is the reason I write this post.

I want to thank my friends who pull me up, by the collar, and force me out of that mindset. I kick, scream, yell,  and whine, but they pull me up anyway through the sheer strength of their words.

As a whole, they are much wiser than I. I'm lucky they share that wisdom with me. I'm delighted they care about me.

Thank you.

Proverb

I am constantly thrown into a sea of despair, flailing to stay alive, with only a mask as company.

Life is such a tease

I realized I had the title for this blog up since quite some time ago. I guess I just lost the motivation to actually write it, hahaha. Well, now I kind of do. Kind of? Kind of. Not 100% dedicated, just kind of.

It seems that life always pulls you in such polar directions that it seems like a tease. It sends me toward depression, then towards joy, then courage, and back to sadness. As Michael Corleone said, "Just as I thought I was out, they pull me back in." Yeah, life is kind of like that. Hmm, it just seems that I also emphasize with a lot of Al Pacino characters too. Like the devil. Yipes that's scary, but true.

We share the same philosophies... but if only I had as much power as he did. Sigh...