is something that happens to me occasionally. Especially when I'm tired. This makes Twitter and Facebook status feeds especially perilous for me to use.
It also happened to the bishop guy during my brother's confirmation cerimony. He was going on and on about how all of the people there were this and that and blah blah blah metaphors. Finally, he came to the conclusion that all of the little confirmandi (yeah, that's what he called them) were fruits (of God, I suppose). So, naturally, the next words out of his mouth were, "Lord, we ask you to listen to these fruits."
*facepalms*
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Good Advice, Bad Advice and Nostalgia for Nostalgia's Sake.
(Reading back over this, it's basically an accidental English dork rant. Shut up.)
That is one damn funny word. Nostalgia, I mean. Words that end in vowels other than y often are.
I hate advice. I really do. Not the word, even though it has "vice" right in there, so that should tell you something, right? Lots of commas. No, I hate advice and the practice of giving it and getting it.
Wait, that's a lie. Giving advice is okay. It can be fun, depending on whether or not the situation is, I don't know, life-threatening or whatever. And I am always running around asking for a new opinion on stuff just to get all my thoughts out of my head. But, I don't know...advice is such a volatile thing. You give it, and people don't listen. Or they do listen, and it turns out that you were totally wrong and now are to blame for some huge disaster. People give it to you, and sometimes you're naiive enough to beleive that they know what is best for you. Then things blow up in your face, and you're left reeling because you followed what they told you to follow. Or maybe that's not everyone. Maybe that's just me, because I've figured out that I am accidentally predisposed to follow bad advice. ROAR. Anyways.
The Weird Shit I'm Reading/Listening To:
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink: I haven't seen the movie yet, but the book is really good. It actually sounds like someone remembering his past, with that slightly fuzzy, hazy feel to even the important memories. Lots of sex at the beginning (very German, i.e. straight to the point and a bit blunt) but by the end, it's all about the Holocaust. It's not, like, a feel-good read or anything, but it's pretty well-written and entertaining if you can concentrate on it hard enough.
Next to Normal Cast Recording: AHHHH MUSICALS? This album is fucking amazing. I don't even think I can talk about it enough. Basically, the show is about a manic-depressive mom and her family. Better than Rent but not as good as Spring Awakening (because what is, really?). If you listen to one song, make it Superboy and the Invisible Girl.
That is one damn funny word. Nostalgia, I mean. Words that end in vowels other than y often are.
I hate advice. I really do. Not the word, even though it has "vice" right in there, so that should tell you something, right? Lots of commas. No, I hate advice and the practice of giving it and getting it.
Wait, that's a lie. Giving advice is okay. It can be fun, depending on whether or not the situation is, I don't know, life-threatening or whatever. And I am always running around asking for a new opinion on stuff just to get all my thoughts out of my head. But, I don't know...advice is such a volatile thing. You give it, and people don't listen. Or they do listen, and it turns out that you were totally wrong and now are to blame for some huge disaster. People give it to you, and sometimes you're naiive enough to beleive that they know what is best for you. Then things blow up in your face, and you're left reeling because you followed what they told you to follow. Or maybe that's not everyone. Maybe that's just me, because I've figured out that I am accidentally predisposed to follow bad advice. ROAR. Anyways.
The Weird Shit I'm Reading/Listening To:
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink: I haven't seen the movie yet, but the book is really good. It actually sounds like someone remembering his past, with that slightly fuzzy, hazy feel to even the important memories. Lots of sex at the beginning (very German, i.e. straight to the point and a bit blunt) but by the end, it's all about the Holocaust. It's not, like, a feel-good read or anything, but it's pretty well-written and entertaining if you can concentrate on it hard enough.
Next to Normal Cast Recording: AHHHH MUSICALS? This album is fucking amazing. I don't even think I can talk about it enough. Basically, the show is about a manic-depressive mom and her family. Better than Rent but not as good as Spring Awakening (because what is, really?). If you listen to one song, make it Superboy and the Invisible Girl.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Why Being Mad Sucks:
Because, no matter how pissy I get, no matter what bullshit thing they did, no matter how much I hate them, I can't help but be worried that something bad will happen them in the interrum between the argument and when I see them next.
And they're weird, these cold friendships I'm in. Ones where we were going to talk it out or could have or didn't want to or whatever. It's bothering me.
Stocks suck.
And they're weird, these cold friendships I'm in. Ones where we were going to talk it out or could have or didn't want to or whatever. It's bothering me.
Stocks suck.
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