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HOLLOWANDCONFUSED
Age: 101
Location: Denton
Joined On: Oct 30, 2007
Occupation: Professional car owner (I own cars for a living)
Website: http://allpoetry.com/hollowa...
iguessthisisgrowingup
Retrovile, MA
Seriously, I'm confused.
Being skinny
As I reach for another mini chocolate eclair, I can't help but wonder: what is the point of being skinny?
I lost a lot of weight over the past year, and don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. After years of only wearing XL clothes, I'm starting to move my way down to a medium. However, I seem to be loosing all this weight by doing nothing. I still don't excercise, and I still eat most of the crap as I did a year ago. Every time I reach for another cookie, I ask myself "Do I need it?" then I quickly answer yes and stuff it down before anyone sees.
I know that people can eat to make up for things they are missing in their life, be it out of grief or some other thing that makes them more depressed. I already know what I am missing, but I don't really think that people would like me more if I was skinny. Think about it: if you were a chubby kid, then your mom probably told you "People will love you for who you are, whether or not you're overweight". I think I'm just trying to prove them wrong. I think I am a human experiment whose purpose is to prove that no one could ever tolorate a fat person.
Maybe I'm just being fat for attention. Yes, as sick as that sounds, that's what I think. I think I'm waiting for someone to say "Stop eating and get skinny. I'll pay attention to you if you promise". Am I seriously waiting for someone to grab my hand before that eclair reaches my mouth and force me to eat something healthier? If it is a cry for help, why is no one answering? I am findinng that I do most of the things I do for attention. Easily fixed, but this weight thing is getting on my nerves. I'm just hoping it will get on someone else's nerves too.
Since when is a blog that no one reads a forum for philosophical, one-sided discussions regarding my eating habits? Never.
Top six things I wouldn't suggest leaving home without (in no particular order)
1. A hoodie with big pockets. I mean seriously, it's like a soft jacket that has more places to put stuff in.
2. A mini manicure set. Or at least a metal nail file and a pair of tiny nail clippers. The nail file is good for just about everything, and you can use the clippers in case you have to cut something really tiny.
3. Tweezers. Good for tweezing, and fixing small things when you don't want to get a pair of pliers.
4. Extra batteries. Enough said.
5. Tape. I am in love with tape! I have about 5 rolls hidden all over my house just in case I have to stick something together. Seriously.
6. A black Sharpie. You never know when that might come in handy.
We need another revolution
Is it me, or has music become too strait-laced? You look back at the 60's and 70's, and you realize that those artists could do whatever the hell they wanted onstage or with their music. Now we have coreographed shows that don't differ from one venue to the next, lines re-used from city to city. Isn't music, and life even, determined how you feel in that moment? I mean, an artist could be having a really sh*tty day and then they go up and sing a song about how they are so happy with life. Really, the 90's were the last of true music.
Sure, there are some really good bands out there now days, but most people haven't even heard of them. The overplaying of mediocre music on top-40 stations has brainwashed an entire generation of listeners. You can't hear what you want. There are no truely angry songs anymore, they died when the pop-era arrived.
It makes you ask, what is music? A collection of sounds pleasing to the ear? Self expression? A way to make money? What happened to music for the shear joy of it? We all grow up with a love of music, however your social situation seems to define what kind of music you love. Why aren't we free to step ouside the boundries of our cliche, pre-determined likings and listen to what makes us feel good? If I want to listen to an angry rock song at a school dance, so be it. Don't refuse to play it because "you can't dance to it". Society is too coreographed.
parents are lame
My parents are so paranoid about online predators. Seriously, they blocked YouTube and Myspace on my computer because they were afraid the "bad guys would get me". Their words, not mine.
Well, today they finally decided that I could handle going on to the internet without training wheels, and took off SOME of the parental controls, under the conditioin that I won't get a Myspace account.
What the hell! I mean, they are even going to "check" to see if I get one. Yeah right.
I know they're just "looking out for my best interests", but seriously, it's like they're meaning to retard me socially.
Could I be any more of a dork bitching about this on an account that no one even looks at anyway?
Didn't think so.
PINK SPIDERS ARE AWESOME!
LIsten! NOW!
PS: Feist sucks, THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS PWNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
