allowing it.

I hate that I talk about people like I'm better than them. I'm really not. So why do I do it? To make myself feel better, I suppose. I know that I'm worse than them, so I find a simple flaw and blow it out of proportions. Surprisingly, I'm going to insert a quote from the Bible that works so well with what I'm talking about.

"Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?" -Matthew Chapter 7, verse 3.

Courtesy of Google, mind you.

I have a massive amount of flaws. They make me who I am, even if they suck. Even if I suck. So who am I to judge other people on their flaws? I am the world's greatest hypocrite.

Hypocrisy sucks.

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I don't have thoughts on anything, so I'll just recap my weekend. On Friday night, I went to the band concert for Kadie and Jasmine. After that, those two, Kim, and I went for ice cream at Coldstone. After a while, Torey showed up. We ended up staying there for many hours! I did my best to make Jasmine do her lovely rollercoaster laugh, and I consider myself succcessful. On Saturday, I watched my sister graduate from college, then my family and I took her out to lunch in St. Peter in celebration. I then went back to my sister's house to spend the night, AKA be her DD. Well before that I made some CD's that I've been dying to have. I now own MGMT's super rare first album, Climbing to New Lows. And the new Phoenix album. And other songs. Then I did the whole "watch as many cool videos on the internet as I can because I never get to use high speed internet, damn you dial-up" thing, which means I watched a bunch of MGMT vids. They're so cool. Then I did the whole DD thing, scared to death of how many freaking cops I was passing, even though I wasn't doing anything wrong. Now it's Mother's Day and I fell asleep and by the tone of my mom's voice when she talks to me, I really should've stayed awake. I'm off to clean my room, but I'll probably write my other blog first.

no one even reads this blog anyways,

sugar lumps-flight of the chonchords.



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that's all i'm saying.



So I was listening to With A Little Help From My Friends, by The Beatles, and i've only heard it a few times, so i was wondering who the heck was singing, because it certainly isn't john or paul. I wikipedia'd it up and found out it's Ringo Starr! Whoa. Thats awesome. John and Paul actually wrote it for him to sing, awesome. Thy kept it in the range of his vocals, except the last note, but they worked with him to make sure he hit it. That is actually really cool. it's a great song.



i am so tired, at a bit before nine, that i go in and out of using good grammar and then not caring at all.



i love the beatles. i want all of their songs in my head. how can you not like them? there's at least one beatles song for everyone.





why do i bother?

oh, it turned into a blog about them. again.

I've decided to write a blog from my mom's phone while half sitting, half lying on the couch. The alternative would be to stand up and walk the five feet to my actual computer and write it. Today, I suggested to my parents we go out for lunch. I mean, why not? I don't see them much anymore and, more importantly, I was hungry. Well, even though my new job has made me spend days at a time without any face time with the parentals, I still cannot say I miss them. To understand why not, you'd have to thouroghly understand the relationship between my mother and my father, and their relationship with me. And frankly, no one knows it. But they are as annoying and unhappy as ever, so it is good to see my absences haven't had any great effect on them.

tripping over wires.

so i don't have anything else to blog about, so i have to talk about prom. my apologies.

my sister did my hair and make up.
promenade was long, hot, and boring. and smiling hurts.
panera bread was good. very good.
the dance. the scenery was amazing. mr. fure is an unbelievable artist.
i hate that everyone grinded to every song. what the hell kind of dancing did we do before the grind? whatever it was, i'd like it back.
it was nice to see everyone all dressed up, i suppose. although i saw some disturbing dresses and tuxes. i hate people who show 90% of their skin, although they claim they're wearing clothes.
i hate taking pictures.
abbie's house was something. we watched one of my top 30 movies, fast times at ridgemont high, and catch me if you can. but no one stuck around to watch that one. her hot tub was nice and warm. thank the lord it wasn't too crowded. i fell asleep at 6 am? i don't even know why. and i woke up at 10.
there's a grocery store in geneva that has a restaurant in it. it's good, good breakfast.
i have a new favorite cartoon, the misadventures of flapjack. what a fucked up show. but it's awesome. excuse the language.
after that, i just went home. i'm tired of doing stuff. it's nice to just sit around by myself.
that's all i got. prom really wasn't a big deal. i don't get the mass appeal.

they must love you in the produce section

I can't tell whether I like it when I suddenly recall a memory or if I don't. I suppose it depends on the memory. I mean, when I recall good ones, I wonder why I ever forgot it in the first place. But, on the other hand, when a bad memory zips through your head, it sucks. I mean, I repressed it for a reason. I don't like that sights and smells and textures can ignite a memory in my mind. It's just sort of bizarre. But, worse than recalling a memory is not being able to recall a memory. You know it must have happened, but you've completely blanked on everything. That sucks. Our minds are just so weird, I'd actually like a job in the field of studying about them.

My dad can text. Weird.

I'm obsessed with Twilight. I have been since the beginning. People are getting sick of it, but I can't. Being the obsessed person I am, I Google-imaged the cast of the New Moon movie. I approve, I really do. I'm very excited for the movie to come out.

Sunshine has made a comeback in my life. I love it. I'm not used to the heat, but I still love it.

Man, I really don't have anything to talk about. I don't.

Track is no fun. Meets are fun, 'sides the running part.

Arghhhhhhhh. I've got nothing, hopefully the above is good enough. I'll do better next week.