So I never saw the Spongebob movie. Or the Hey Arnold movie. What is wrong with me?
Also, I just want nothing more than to walk along some railroad tracks with my iPod just to see how far I could go. Obviously, this is unrealistic because that would mean that I would have to walk back, and I am just not doing that.
Still, it’d be interesting to see how far I could go one way before it got unbearable.
Can I just point out how FUCKING proud of myself I am that I know where all 50 states are on a map. I feel like really stupid about a lot of things a lot of the time so it makes me feel really awesome when I can just silently, in my head, stop someone and think, “No. West Virginia is NOT right there, you complete and total moron.”
Weddings are weird and so is love. I think everyone can agree with this. Like, I know everyone’s ridiculous definition of love is like “when your feet and your stomach get all fuzzy eeeehehehehe” or, “when it’s like, everything is like, so good k” oh and, “when you look at dere eyes and dere eyes are like hey i love u.”
No. Those mushy, metaphorical descriptions are not good enough for me. I want a real definition.
I think streetlights would be way cooler if they had faces on them. Like, a red light could be an angry face. But I guess that wouldn’t make too much sense because not everyone hates red lights. Sometimes you need to get stuff from the backseat or stare harder at the guy twirling the sign for Timothy’s Ultra Subs Galore (not real) so I guess never mind at that idea.
Am I the only one in the universe that has a favorite letter???
Also, am I the only one in the universe that constantly has cold feet? I live in a cold climate, so Floridians probably don’t feel me, but unlike my ass, which is also always freezing, my feet don’t have a lot of meat on them. But they’re still so cold.
I like commas and run-on sentences.
Oh and, how do you know you actually might love someone? I know everyone says they just know, but how do you know, you know?
I guess truly loving someone probably is the same principle as truly hating someone, maybe. I truly hate someone and I guess if people asked me how I knew without telling them the reason I’d probably say, “When you know, you know. You just feel it. I just know.”
Sometimes I sit and wonder if anyone ever thinks it’s weird that I type out “all right” instead of “alright.” Like, do I get judged for that? I don’t really care, I’m just really curious.
If anybody out there has the same liking for really odd music and is feeling like opening a new tab to go listen to something a little different might I suggest “Aesop Rock and Kimya Dawson - Delicate Cycle”
I like that song because I believe everyone’s life is a delicate cycle and because I have a secret love for laundromats.
I am also madly in love with the industrial section of cities. I don’t really know how to describe that any better. Like, the part of any city that has steamy power plants and rusty old slum shacks that appear really greasy on the outside and chain link fenced in areas with razor wire at the top and “DANGER” signs posted up and stuff. I’m still trying to piece together why I love it so much, but I really really do. It might have something to do with me living in the woods for fourteen years, the industrialized parts of cities is pretty much total opposite. I mean, I’d never want to live anywhere near that stuff, but exploring it is so incredible to me I don’t know.
Genuine smiles are some of my favorite goddamn things in existence. This is going to sound super Hallmark but has someone’s smile just made you stop and believe in beautiful things again? We see so much stuff on TV and the newspapers and the internet about someone who raped someone or shot up a school or killed their parents or put kittens in ovens and just hella fucked up shit that makes human beings so disgusting but then there’s someone’s smile that reminds you that some people in the world can be beautiful too. IDK.
I was at this museum recently and I found myself stopped at one of the exhibits that was of a man’s face that had been molded in plaster a few hours after he died. I forget his name now but he died in like 1899 or something and I was just so entranced at this dead human face from so long ago like, that was a real man at one point. A real person with a voice, and feelings, and story and everything. He was around so long before I was even considered being alive and I was still seeing his face. He’s like, a skeleton now and shit. It was kind of a weird experience for me, like seeing some unseen magic in the universe or something. His eyelids were closed and stuff but the mold was so accurate you could see every eyelash he once had and everything and it was just mesmerizing. IDK AGAIN.
There’s something about really old stuff from the early 1900’s and before that puts me in a trance. The little things in history, not the big stuff like the wars and all the political shit that we all learn about in school, but the little stuff. Like old school cash registers and pennies and shoes from way back then that just kind of make me boil with nostalgia even though I was never there.
I swear I am not on drugs.