Ugly Day

the sun is shining...

I really think I might secretly be reptillian and my doctors and parents have been lying to me all these years. Why else would I have to keep my hands under water every so often or confine myself to the one room with air conditioning so as not to perish of heat stroke? And it's only in the mid eighties!

Damn, broken sweat glands.


I don't know how I'll survive California next month. Ho man. Next month. I'm so freakin stoked. Fo real real.

Despite the last week being hellish, it's actually been a fucking awesome summer so far. Sasquatch festival at the gorge was super sweet, as was Taste of Tacoma yesterday, and I get to see my favorite girl in all the world in one short month. Damn I miss her.

Oh the absurdity of living in the future, but not the distant future. Meeting your best friend on the internet, and still having to sit through a three hour plane ride that costs a cool three hundred bucks to see her. Can't someone utilize the wormhole theory already?! Beam me down scotty, I wanna see the O.C. (don't call it that) without "punching the sky in the big banana."


Fuck yeah three random references in a single sentence. Win.







Things I like:
that the suggested labels for this post are "scooters, vacation, fall"

Things I'm not so keen on:
Actually I'm in a pretty good mood. Everything's peachy!

Today:

My brain has exploded up into the sides of my skull and the pieces are stringed out in a way I'm not familiar with.

that's a lie. I know the pattern, but I don't know if I like it.

I've been recently reading a lot on humanism and posthumanism, and the two theorys, although seemingly conflicting in their titles, actually make a lot of sense together. It all comes down to science (if you are willing to condense it so far to it's essentials that you ignore almost all) and it's application to bettering humanity. And hey, I'm all for it! Granted, posthumanism is way more for the science than humanists...

You know what? Fuck.

what I'm basically getting down to is the question: Can I be either with that teeny tiny fenagiling thought that hey there might still be a god? I was raised on it. And ignoring it just seems wrong.

My mind is out of sorts. And I'm in the drunks. Dammit.





Things I like:
Cold

Things I don't like:
Hot.

new things

I now have a blog. I suddenly feel less cool. This coming from the girl in the Historical Preenactment Society tee shirt. Ah well.

Mission statement for Blog:
to record thoughts, theorys, grevences, and occasionally dreams in order to better understand and therefor better myself and the world I live in. And it's on the internet because I'm a shameless attention hogging whore who ought to be locked up and rehabilitated before ever being set free to terrorize the world.

I escaped high school regardless.





Things I like:
The time of evening when the sky is still grayish blue, but all the trees look black.

Things I don't like:
Imbalenced brain chemicals