we can be art when we melt

this blog needs a good ol rambling post. YAY HUZZAH HUZZAH HUZZAH

so, this evening, i was going completely crazy. i went insane and i pissed off every single person i was talking to on msn for fun and we kept burning each other, etc. i will understand if half my contact list has blocked me due to annoyances, HAHAHAHAHA.

... except matt because he's too nice even though i insulted everything he was listening to, though that included stuff I listen to.

FUN.

uggggggggggggggh you know i REALLY want to get a freaking xanga account because i want to comment on them and have the previlege of reading those ones that are "for memebers only" and whatnot

i like reading journals too much.

oh yeah. i was lookin thru matricycle stuff [pictured] from matt good's flickr and i felt depressed for about 15 seconds.

... so, naturally, as any normal person would do, i ate some grains of salt. i have a container full of sea salt here on my desk beside the computer beside the piggy bank thingy (which holds paper clips and not coins). and i chew chomp eat swallow the salt and it's yummy and salty (SALT IS SALTY? NO. WAY.) and i have to drink water occasionally because i shrink like a prune after a while.

then i ate real food and not salt and read a book and surfed youtube (fucking addictive). INTERNET GEEK PEOPLE! watch the decemberists video for "16 military wives"... whatta awesome music video.

.......:::::::ON A SERIOUS NOTE:::::::.......
(yes, for real, serious. im serious about this. seriously.)

i want grade 12 to be good 'n' memorable, godddammit. most of my friends have (realistically) lost faith and i haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate this because I WANT A PERFECT SCHOOLYEAR, SO PERFECT THAT IT IS ALMOST CLICHE.

YAY FOR ROMANTIC CLICHES. i think im going thru a freakin mid-midlife crisis.

ANYWAY, i have come to the conclusion that i cannot get along with normal strangers/people of society. i can only get along with the ones in my head. when i see a real person, i take note of tiny insignificant details, such as the colour of their shoes, and then i daydream and make up in my mind of what their lives are like and i decide that i like them.

ZING!

ps. the dish still ran away with the spoon.