Random Thoughts II

(Photo by Jessica White)

• I am scared of everything, so I'm thinking about covering every mirror in my house with post-its that say: "Hey, dumbass, do you know why you're scared of everything? Because you marathon horror movies when you're home alone all day, as if this will alleviate your crippling fear of the random creaks your house makes throughout the night."
• Simon Pegg's autobiography should be required reading for all high school students.
• I should probably be sent to rehab for Internet and TV addiction, but there's not cable there.
• If this model is plus size, let us all kill ourselves now because we, as society, are awful and stupid.
• I will never be as funny as Allie Brosh. I can live with this, but with much shame and darkness.
• "Top Gear" is magical.
• My house is full of many delectable foods to make a hearty breakfast, but I instead choose to start my day with peanut butter crackers and a piece of dark chocolate.
• Oh, hey, remember those approximately MILLION entries I've written about how the generation before us FUCKED UP OUR EXPECTATIONS OF REALITY? Someone is finally apologizing. Thanks, John Cheese. P.S. I really enjoy your food.

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Submit to the Strangeness

In the middle of this,

I realized I should probably go ahead and mention that I have accepted my overall strangeness. I have tended to it, sheltered it, loved it. I have encouraged its growth as I feel like in the end, it will be what makes me happy. However, it just occurred to me that in the vein of this blog, it is what's going to make me successful.

That strangeness is what makes (some of) the entries funny. That strangeness is what keeps me laughing on the off days. That strangeness is what births the creativity I wake up with every morning.

That strangeness is what makes my friends nearly piss themselves when funny things just fall out of my mouth. That strangeness is what makes me watch Paranormal State, knowing I'm going to scare the shit out of myself. That strangeness is what makes makes me sit at my kitchen table in a robe, eating chocolate, reading the newspaper, and singing for breakfast (at 2 p.m.)

That strangeness is what makes me unable to do things the way I feel like I should be doing them, but it's also what helps me find the ways I can do them.

So yesterday, I once again stroked my strangeness (That's what she said. (Ohmygod,I'mfive.)), and accomplished some gonnas my own weird way. I started off by practicing singing since I'm trying to get back into that whole performing gig. It didn't go spectacularly, but I did it.

I finished my long forgotten graduation thank-you cards right before dinner, and swept off the army of pollen attacking the entire deck. I added more to my to-do list and planned some upcoming projects, all before settling in for a fabulous night of food and TV with family and Lucas.

With the help of strangeness, a handful of unplanned gonnas were knocked off the never-ending list and "Don't Stop Believing" was blasted at full volume. Actually, it wasn't. I lied. But it's playing riiiiiight... now, and I'm not going to stop myself if I start screaming along with it.

Today, I'm gonna emerge from my Howard Hughes-like hibernation and run some errands that should assist in future gonnas and strangeness.

Donnn't stooppp believinnn', hold on to that feeeeeeliiiiinnnn'...

(Sorry to Whitten Stone and the million other people on the planet that cannot stand Journey's anthem that is empirically karaoke's greatest song.)