He's Kind of Fruity

Ok, good. I just saved you from listening to (or reading, whatever) a long spiel about why I have misgivings about blogging. But since I was going to post that rant on my blog, I figured it wasn't worth it and I just spared you a bunch of whining. :)

Amazingly, crying babies don't upset me. I mean, they upset me in the way that I'm sad because something is wrong and they're crying, but the crying itself doesn't annoy me. I think the crying doesn't get to me simply because I'm cold hearted and unfeeling, but I may be wrong. Anyways, a friend was babysitting a, what else, baby, and she was freaking out because he wouldn't stop crying. I came over and calmed the baby, somehow destroying the home owner's refrigerator lock in the process. I didn't even know they made locks for refrigerators!

School is starting soon. I hate to say it, but I can't deny the truth. I'm disappointed, though... It feels like the summer has just begun, and I regret not doing a lot of things. When the summer starts, I'm always thinking that I'll read some important books, work out, be creative, become a better person, and maybe make my face pretty, but it doesn't happen. I have, however, blown a lot of bubbles, used up some of my sidewalk chalk, drawn trippy mushrooms, had picnics on my roof-porch, gone to New Orleans, and listened to a lot of music.

Also, since school is starting, I'm going to be subjected to my usual self-deprecating thoughts in full force yet again, and insecurity will become a way of life. If this sounds depressing, it's not, really. I find it kind of funny, actually.

Even though hardly anyone reads this (I got another follower, whoo!), I'm sure you are all wondering about the title. Too bad. I'll leave you with a couple of ending thoughts:

The new English teacher better be fat and funny like the last one.
Why do guys insist on wearing short shorts?
He had the best snake bites...
I hate to compare music, but The Cure is better than the Smiths.
It was really freaking hot today.
I'm watching my language.
I want to watch the Boondock Saints again.

I Talked To a Hippy and It Made My Day

You know, there is a reason why people say that love is a drug. Your brain releases different chemicals when you see that certain person, and those chemicals make you feel good, and this is what love is. I mean, that's what love is from a very non-romantic, un-idealist, and basic chemical level. But your body likes these endorphins and hormones and chemicals, because it feels nice. So when you aren't with that person anymore, you don't get anymore chemicals, and it doesn't feel nearly as nice. In fact, it feels pretty bad. After feeling all happy with your endorphins and such, without them you feel crappy. So love is literally just like any other addictive drug, and just as destructive. After all, have you ever read "Romeo and Juliet" or basically any other tragedy? (So you know, Romeo and Juliet both are miserable through almost the whole play and then kill themselves. Just a thought.)
Somebody once said "Don't have regrets because at some point what you did was exactly what you wanted to do," or something like that.
Have you noticed that a group of people will always walk in front of you slowly when you're irritated or in a hurry? I tend to be a slow walker, I won't deny that. But in general I try to make sure I don't take up the whole freaking hallway/staircase/building. Normally, a small group of slow-walkers doesn't even bother me that much, especially not if there is some room to get around them. But I swear, I was in a hurry and she said something that made me want to snap and holy crap I almost took her out right there. Like I said, though, I was in a hurry. And I may have been overreacting a smidge.
I participated in an art show last weekend. One of my photographs got a "Judge's Merit Award" or something. Also, my mother entered a photo I took, for some reason. It ended up getting like first place or something. They have the best food at that art show thing.
I have a piece of advice (coming from yours truly, since I'm probably the reason this needs to be said). Never trust your boyfriend with a girl he met at band camp.