Boredom: Mother of Invention

I decided to pick this up again, admittedly, it was a bit fun being sarcastic in a place easily accessible. October, as anyone who knows me and reads this (so... no one...) already knows, is my favorite month of the year. The weather (at least in Texas) starts changing, Halloween is right around the corner, I get to decorate the house, and the telly plays spookeh-moovehs 24-7. What is not to love?! (Unless you are a person who gets sick from the weather changing, think Halloween is the devil's holiday, and abhore gore... so... probably that big fat dude that does documentaries. Michael Moore. That's the guy. Man, almost typed Roger Moore o_O; ).

I was going to do a Halloween costume this year, get me a little red riding hood outfit, add a torn throat, some slashes and gashes, fuck up my hair, add some fake leaves, tear up some fishnets, and bam. Little Dead Riding Hood. Big bad wolf got me. Unfortunately, I can't seem to get a break in the finances, so frivolous spending is out the window. Much like fun. And laughter.

I can't even fund myself a punkin' to carve. How sad is that? I should draw a picture of a punkin all carved up and put a wanted sign outside of my house. Add it to the decorations... Man that made me depressed just reading that.

I really was gonna say something meaningful in this post, but I got a bit sidetracked throwing myself a Halloween Pity Party... It's lonely when you're the only one at the party... for pity... for yourself... cause you can't get a needless holiday related item (or 2). Wow, I sound like a spoiled brat, lol. In my mind I just went "There are people starving in Africa!". Do you think people in Beverly Hills say things like, "There are people who can't get a slutty costume this year, Jessica, think about those poor people down in Texas!"...

Yeah Jessica. You fucking spoiled bitch.

SLATFATF
~Å~

p.s. I feel guilty every time the place I think of as "unfortunate" ends up being Africa. There are plenty of other places where people don't have food, shoes, or education... like Alabama.

The Devil.

I was looking at my email, when something I would have normally ignored caught my eye. It was this.

You can imagine my horror once I found that -the- Billy Mays (of Amish Barn 12) had moved on to bigger and better things, namely life insurance. I shudder at the thought of seeing one of these commercials air.

Think about it. Life insurance (like coseco direct, wait no, colonial life, wait no, conseco direct, wait no, colonial life.. (they keep flipflopping between names since I watched price is right with my grandmother at the tender age of 4)) is aimed towards the elderly. Health insurance offers multitudes of branches, including life. Can you imagine ↑ THIS GUY ↑ at nine in the morning, screaming at your Nana at the top of his lungs:

"BILLY MAYS HERE WITH COLONIAL PENN LIFE INSURANCE, TO

OFFER YOU THE VALUE OF A LIFETIME! LITERALLY! DO YOU WORRY

ABOUT LEAVING YOUR LOVED ONES WITHOUT THE MONEY TO BURY

YOUR CARCASS? WELL WORRY NO MORE WITH THIS AFFORDABLE..."

You get the idea. Poor Nana will die, instantly, in her lazy boy, coffee and english muffin still warm next to her cooling, rigid form. What a way to go.

Meh, I should put him on my hitlist.

SLATFATF
~Å~

No, you love -me- more

I was talking to someone earlier today about the expression of interest. We both came to the conclusion that it'd be nice to be the pursued instead of the pursuer once. This made me wonder, what happens if you get two people together who are of the same type; pursuer with pursuer or pursued with pursued. (Look. I used a fucking semicolon. Go do a goddamned happy dance, Felipe.)
Do the two pursued just stare at each other all day? Waiting for one or the other to make a move?

"He's totally crazy about me. I'll just sit and wait for him to come to me."

"Oh yeah, she's into me, I can tell. Won't be long til she walk on over and practically begs for it."

-(3 hours pass, both leave wondering -

- how they could have been so wrong)-

What about in the case of the pursuers? Do they they struggle to figure out which is the aggressor? Or does something opposite happen, like they both bring each other to climatic heights of desire for one another?

Meh, Interesting concept..

SLATFATF
~Å~

Donner Party of 3, Donner Party of 2..

Why is it that guys are the way they are. Hear me out. I know that girls are the queens of saying one thing and meaning another, but guys don't even give you that much to interpret. I have to weed though all this ninja-like poking and proding just to try and figure out what their alterior motive is. That was one thing I really liked about Conrad. He was pretty straight forward when it came to his thoughts. It was kinda refreshing. Guys are far too worried about their appearance, whether they look weak, whether they look macho, whether they look desirous or whatever other option you wanna list here. Girls, on the other hand, are selfish. Think of any sentence, and find a way to make it all about you and in an insulting way, you'll have the reason why guys never know how they offended girls. Take any situation, and twist it so you can benefit from it in some way, you'll have why girls do the things they do. Guys are simple creatures in comparison, but sometimes, it's exhausting weeding through the bullshit. If you want to know if a girl is interested, flat out fucking ask her. You'll find out pretty damn fast. If she laughs in your face, guess what, she was a fucking cunt anyways, and you wouldn't want to be with her. She'd dump you for the next hot thing with a paycheck that came her way. Otherwise, they'll either be really nice about it, or they'll bite. So stop poking around, finding out what their plans are, but not asking to fill in a slot in their schedule until they take the step first.. some girls don't ever fucking take that step. Then guess what, you may have lost out on a great fucking girl.

SLATFATF

~Å~

P.S. For creatures so preoccupied with their balls, you'd think you guys would grow a pair.

Here I am.. Rock you like a Hurricane..

Rock you like a hurricane because it is one. Hurricane Ike wasn't especially damaging for me, but it did knock out my power, my water, and a few windows. We still don't have power, and I'm getting somewhat use to the Amish way of life, and by Amish way of life I mean occasionally cheating on my lack of power by stealing it from other public locations. (snicker snicker).

However, this has definitely given me a lot of free time. I've been able to catch up on my books, play video games I have been putting off, study, and learn exactly how aggravating it can be to be trapped in a small space with another human-being.

It's amazing how things you can otherwise ignore can really grate on your nerves when you're forced to deal with it day in and day out.

Meh.. I miss electricity..

SLATFATF
~Å~

P.S.
Oh and for the record, I don't think I should lose points for lack of postings due to natural disasters/acts of powers-that-be

Kira Desu.

So I finished Death Note today. I've been completely addicted, reading volume after volume back to back. Just knocked it all out, bam bam bam.

I'm pissed.

The ending was just so... undignified.

That's all I'll say so as to not ruin it for anyone else, but I really must admit, I expected something.. else. I'm not sure what.. But something.

I saw an alternate ending on youtube (I highly suggest you look it up if you can) that I think I very much prefered.

Had the right taste of justice to it at the same time letting me keep my little fan-girl thoughts. I really did think at some point that one of the characters who I had thought was gone was going to reappear.

Death Note really fed my dark-side, I have to say. Someone said to me recently that they thought I'd be capable of harming an innocent person, to which I very much said No. I still stand by that statement, but I think that I am capable of harming another person if I seem them as villianous. Villianous.. is that even a word? It is now. I can think of no other way of describing the way I'd have to view them. And I wonder if my view of villany and non might be hazed or blurred. If you hurt someone who's hurting others.. aren't you just as bad as them? Or is it righteous?

I suppose that's a judgement call everyone should make at some point in their life. I wonder if this brainstorm is mine or if this is something that will arrise in a much more earnest view.

Would I use the Death Note to create my idea of Utopian world?

Maybe. I just don't know. Who would I be to judge who is wicked and who is just? Who am I to point the finger and the blame at another. Isn't there a saying of the likes that goes something like "He who shall judge should be prepared for the same".. perhaps not. There should be if there isn't. Somehow that crap about letting he who is without sin cast the first stone lacks the pizzazz this day and age needs.

We need something more powerful for the high-power world of today. Something like

"Judge him if you must with your scythe of righteousness and zeal, but arc so as to cut yourself down as well, for as you do you share his sin and guilt as though it was your own."

Meh.. Too long winded..

SLATFATF
~Å~

I COME IN PEACE.. CLATO VERATUS NIKTO

So I just looked at my activity on my blog. There are people reading my blog. Like.. Random people. It's weirding me out. I can only imagine what it must feel like when you get caught in an embarrassing situation but have to get help from the cops.

Something really bad, like, you decided to have sex with your boyfriend in a tree and your clothes fell to the ground knocking the ladder down and all you have is each other and a cell phone to call for help.

I think having random strangers read your intimate boring rants must be something like having to explain to the cops what you were doing up a tree, naked. (We were just picking fruit, yeah, and then, uh.. our clothes.. became.. itchy.. ANTS! THEY WERE FILLED WITH ANTS SO WE HAD TO TAKE THEM OFF TO SAVE OUR LIVES! OUR LIVES, MAAAAAN!")

Reminds me of the one time I got pulled over by a cop. I was crossing the street from my highschool and earlier that day my friend had brought a set of fore-play dice to class, not even sure why, but he gave them to me because he was afraid of getting caught with them (and the teachers all loved me and would never have thought to search me) but me being the absent minded person I am forgot to give them back at the end of school. I had completely forgotten the bloody things were in my pocket, and then suddenly =WOOP WOOP= the sirens of a copcar go off and a police officer pulls me over for jaywalking.

JAY. WALKING.

I didn't even know that was a real crime! I thought it was something they just made up, like those little tags on matresses that you're not suppose to tear off.

Anyways, he has me put my hands on the car trunk and spread my legs so he can pat me down. He empties my pockets onto the car and so now I'm standing there, legs and arms spread having to explain to him what these dice are (my being a virgin only adding to the awkwardness since fore-play dice aren't exactly my area of expertise) while students and teachers drive by on their way home afterschool. Still don't know why I got cuffed and put into the backseat so he could look up my record for freakin' Jaywalking.

Anyhoo, the moral of the story is:

Meh.. Greetings and Salutations Random Ass People..

SLATFATF
~Å~