I has teh gfs. Still. It's awesome to know it's not a dream.
The lovely girl also got me a shirt saying Carpe Bacon. Words to live by.
I've also been reading some H.P. Lovecraft and I was reminded of a particular type of person I tend to dislike.
The type that'll lead every description into some flowing paragraph or 9 that don't really relate to the fact. Not only that but doing so in a demeaning way about everyone and everything.
Of course, I could be describing my own rants, but it was Lovecraft's in particular that really enjoyed overuse of the word 'decadent',
The old were decadent, the poor, the stupid, and pretty much everyone was one or the other, including the Old Ones. Yup. Okay, well, the Old Ones were kinda decadent, but well... they could fly through space and create Shoggoths.
Basically what I'm saying is I hate overbearing arrogance from someone who's own writing shows they haven't earned it. His writing is oddly specific in it's science and very accurate in it's descriptions, but sadly I find his writing style... awkwardly written.
And considering I've been told I write similarly, I no longer take it as much of a compliment.
Have you been told your works are similar to someone else's?
D'you copy any particular styles?
“Fashions fade, style is eternal.” -Yves Saint Laurent
We've been visiting the munchkin's friends. Tis fun. Found out there ARE coffee places I can enjoy and learned general world politics.
Been nice to get thinking about lots of shit. Finished Golden Boy and almost finished Durarara. She makes excellent bacon and noodles too :)
But I was wondering- if a suit were created for those with muscle problems and general degenerative disorders, so as to help make moving and controlling themselves that much easier for them, would it potentially exacerbate their physical situation and make more than a few fearful or resentful of removing the suit. Obviously the best option if it did for the latter, to have consistent mental health checkups for any using them, but would it be worth it if the physical aspect only gets worse?
I dunno how much any of you may know, but I'm curious.
Also, anything you've thought about improving?
“Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.” -Winston Churchill
I'm in bed a lot, I realise. I've been entirely forgetting to USE the camera I explicitly brought for boothing outside, so I'll try and get something for next booth, k? We do leave the house, honest.
Also, the other half is sleeping next to me.
I saw yesterday quite how emotionally retarded I am still compared with some people. I mentioned in one of my other booths how I didn't cry when pets died. I simply accepted them as dead, thought it was a shame I'd never be able to pet them again, and took the day off school because I could.
I do not know how cannabis effects 'normal' people (by normal, I mean those who have average emotions and feelings etc.) but for me, it simply helps things seem... not so terrifying, and at the same time, more so.
I don't like admitting to being scared of things. It's unmanly (ha, kidding) or at least it makes me uncomfortable and I force it out. I'm fairly certain it's why I've become like I am.
A few days ago I was telling my gf about things in my past and my eyes leaked. I didn't cry, there was no sadness, no sobbing, no cracking of the voice, tears simply came out of my eyes as I talked. That's the closest I've come to proper crying in months. And I was sober.
Through force of sheer bloodymindedness I've shut down all but unconditional love (moved to self imposed obligation) and romantic love which... is awkward to express even at the best of times since it's mostly been replaced with sexual love and the 2 have been confused far too often.
I'm fairly certain that last bit is more common than it should be.
Basically, I want to feel more, and since the herb makes me do so in a way I can force but be in control of, it's a good way to learn how to manage it.
So, given your current states and your awareness of those around you, do you want to feel more, less or are you fine with what you feel?
“People love others not for who they are but for how they make them feel” -Irwin Federman
Now I've met more of her friends, been to a diner, had authentic Russian borscht (not bad) and generally amused ourselves.
VBBNM<- Elbow-typed while I tried to finger my gf's butthole as she splashed like a Magicarp :D It's okay, no need to feel awkward, it was through the bedcovers.
I never really know how to act around new people. I try to be if not polite, then at least vaguely agreeable. Sometimes I just get kinda ignorant to social norms and feel stupid after. Or during. Both usually.
Not that I end up being some flustered awkward person, I just simply don't know what these new people would prefer. Like how her Russian 'brother's parents will always feed guests.
I am very unaccustomed to... customs. I prefer my own...
What do you do for guests? Cook? Nothing?
“Custom has furnished the only basis which ethics have ever had, and there is no conceivable human action which custom has not at one time justified and at another condemned” -Joseph Wood Krutch
See, @Squalledprincess we *do* leave the house. Granted this is just the woods behind her house, but she got a new camera and everything's shut so wtf else can we do?
And no, I don't know what I'm doing in this photo...
But we've fed a snake, eaten some shrimp, gotten a lovely new hoodie from her parents and smashed some ice while getting quite cold. Even threw some rocks in a frozen stream. Now we're hiding back inside. We're eating roast beef for dinner. Should be fun I'm sure.
D'you like to kick snow/ice about or do you not bother?
I get an odd sense of satisfaction smashing ice...
“Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.” -Malcolm S. Forbes
Yesterday I tried a thing called Spice. For those of you (outside of the US) unacquainted with that, it's basically legal cannabis.
I tripped balls for like half an hour. Everything became pins and needles and everything became stop motion for most of it, while I sweated it out and rebooted my brain. It's the precise reason I never wanted to touch hallucinogenics and got fucking freaked out with this stupid shit. At first I was just high. That was fine. Then I was inexplicably terrified for what must have been 10 minutes, then I came down some more but I couldn't really move much (I wasn't driving or anything obviously, so it was fine) and then I could move, but it was very uncomfortable.
So basically I didn't have any where near a good time and the legal version of something freaked me the fuck out. Good job guys. >.>
I'm not ashamed to admit I freaked. It happened. I just wont ever go near that shit again and I hesitate to suggest any of you ever try it. You're supposed to smoke it through water apparently. I aint gunna try it again anyway. It was not fun. That is all.
So yeah, has anyone had any particular moments of freakout when they had something that reacted in a totally different way, intentionally or unintentionally (yes, someone spiking your drink counts)?
"He who controls the spice, controls the universe" -Dune.
DOCTOR WHO YESTERDAY- AYGHJKHHJDYRVB
Anniversary of christ respawnin'- chocolate overload.
2 year anniversary of my db- er i'm shit.
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P.S. +google x respect for anyone who watched bbc 6pm yesterday.
