Cut a Rug, or Not

I'm wondering what I should do with my hair. It’s getting really long, like 10-11 inches long. When I started growing it I intended to donate it to Locks of Love or a similar organization. But as it grows longer many people say I should keep growing and wait even longer to donate it. Honestly I don't care what happens to my hair. It's more on my head for other people rather then me, countless numbers of females love it and express that by running their fingers through it. As for how it affects me it has positives and negatives. It gets in my eyes, and food, but it also keeps me oh so warm of cold days.

My hair is to me just a mass of protein I have to keep tidy. To others it is a way to identify me, something to play with and poke jokes at. (It pokes back sometimes.)

I wish I could write more about my hair and the thrown upon which it sits but my train of thought has been interrupted and I feel like going...

My Stomach is a Cheap Prostitute

As a rule of thumb, drinking two cups of melted butter isn't quite worth 5 dollars.

Today at work I drank two cups of butter for 5 dollars... Well I'm 5 dollars richer and never going to use butter again... The feeling it gives you is something I'll never forget, your stomach hating you and wanting to digest itself to avoid the liquidie mass of grease and oil. You get sick, you want to throw up, but if you're like me and have a very strong stomach you won't be able to. After a little bit your stomach convinces your brain that it would be safer on the ground outside your body and begins to try to get out. (One day, I swear it will make its way out somehow...) But yeah right now (hours later) just thinking about swallowing it makes me shudder... The taste of butter still coats my mouth, the only thing that covers it up is the minty flavor of the Tums I just ate. Well I have learned my lesson. (I hope.)

Save a Turkey, Eat a Tree

Holidays are rather useless. I mean they are much more an excuse for having good food rather then celebrating something. How many Americans will sit down at the dinner table tomorrow and think, "Wow, I sure am glad those pilgrims landed in America a couple hundred years ago." I admit that not even I am someone who does that. Christmas is usually more identified for why it was started, but that doesn’t explain why so many atheistic people still celebrate it. Like I said, an excuse to have fun. I'm not saying that celebrating and having fun is a bad thing, but please think of why you're celebrating.

Black Friday. The thought makes me shudder. Stores all mark their items down in price to encourage shoppers to waste their money on something they’d never buy otherwise. I on the other had am going to celebrate "Buy Nothing Day" yes, it's the same day. I know that by not going shopping I personally will not change much since well I shop only 3 days a year anyway.

Well that was my rant for the evening. For all your information I'm not really planning on celebrating tomorrow apart from eating turkey.

My Head Hurts

So like I was walking around one day and I saw this sign, and it said "Hello." So I said hello and then suddenly these gray green aliens crashed into the Sahara desert, but that has nothing to do with this story. Anywho on with it! The sign that said "Hello." it was purple, but everyone thought it was yellow, because it looked yellow. So I was all like "Hello purple sign." And since I knew it was purple and not yellow it turned into this amazingly pointy dragonfly. The dragon apparently liked being a sign and continued to eat me. So like I'm in this dragonfly’s stomach and I see this big orange door. I opened the door, and inside there are all these crazy ninja guys training and killing each other. After a little bit they saw me, and I was all like "Oh shit!" Because I'm more of a pirate and everyone know that pirates and ninjas are sworn enemies. So I run and all of a sudden I fall through this trap door and like everything is dark and I'm all like "What the hell?" and I open my eyes and I'm in this forest. So I start walking north, or at least what I think is north. After like 5 minutes I found this little turtle and it bit me. I was like "Why the hell did you do that?" And the turtle was all like "Dude I'm not a turtle." So I look again and there is this massive pile of lumber that’s talking to me. Now not everyday you run into talking lumber but I figured it was pretty normal. So I build a house out of this talking lumber, figuring that if I ever get lonely living there I can always talk to the house. So I make a house but it wasn’t really a house it was actually a spaceship, so when the ninjas came I blasted off in my talking spaceship. I ended up floating through space and my spaceship stopped talking to me, I got lonely. After a month I pressed this button that I had never seen before and suddenly the world blew up. I was all like "That was cool!" so I continued to press the button over and over and over again. Nothing happened. Suddenly where the Earth used to be this big black hole opened up and sucked me in. I woke up five days later, or at least I think it was five days from what the bunny told me. And I was all not in my spaceship. So I looked around and found a tombstone, it said, "Here lay talking spaceship. Rest in..." After the "Rest in" it looked like someone was jumping into a turtle shell. I cried. I wandered around for a couple years until I came to this sign. The sign was blue and it said "Bye." and everyone thought it was red. So before I had a chance to talk to it I took out a machete and blew it up.

What?

Emotion slaghters even the most battle hardened man
They are un-avoidable
The less you aknowlege them the larger they become
Impossible to block out
When they are released it is like a bullet tearing your senses to shreds
You get confused, you don't know whether to cry or laugh
Hoplessly you body squirms trying to get out of the bind
You cry
Damn

The other day I was listening to a song (Du Hast, by Rammstein) and I started drying for no reason whatsoever. The song is in German and I don't understand a word of it, but the emotion conveyed in the music, the voice, it was just too much for me. Something is wrong with me and I don't have a clue as to what it might be. I hate these feelings, it was so much better when I had none, and just put on a mask when I was around people. In a way I do still put on a mask, I have friends who tell me that I'm always so happy around them. Then I look at myself and realize that is so far from where I'm feeling. Right now I don't know how a feel and it bothers me... I'm taking off.

Thrash Classical!

Music is such an interesting thing. Everyone listens to it but then again everyone has preferences to what they listen to. I doubt I know many people who have the same tastes as me, but I'd believe it I found someone. Look at so many high schoolers, they all like Rap. I admit there is quite a bit of good Rap, but then there is also a lot of utter shit. (Then again that's my opinion.) There are many guys that I know that consider Emo "whiney and annoying." I can understand why they'd think that, but once again there is a lot of good Emo... Well what I'm trying to say is that every genre has some music that you'll like, no matter your tastes.

Music genres are another interesting thing. How many are there? I don't know and I don’t really want to count. You look at something like "Metal" and there are like 5 sub genres within it! What the hell!? Why don't we just keep like 6 easily identifiable genres and kick the rest in the nuts? Someday I think I'll go invent my own genre... it'll be something like... "Thrash Classical" It will just be classical music to me singing un-comprehendible lyrics and blowing things up! Damn that'll be cool...

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Save a Life, Give Blood Today!

Blood drips from his fingertips like water drops rolling off of a maple leaf. Each droplet falls to the ground in such a manner you would think it was raining. The blood gathers in a pool and creates a stream that slowly cuts its way on the porcelain, flowing to the steal drain at the bottom of the tub. Following the blood to the source you see tiny veins of it traveling down his palm like rain rolls down the windowpane. The source is a five-inch long gash, like a fault line from an earthquake, down his wrist. Small shards of glass glint like ice in the velvet red spring, remnants from the great tool that cut the flesh. The man screams, whether from pain or from the realization that he'll never live again. The scream sounds like a feral cat crying in the bushes after having its hind legs ripped off by a passing car. He staggers to the door, like a drunk trying to grab something that is just out of his reach. As he travels he leaves a trail of tiny red circles much like tracks of some lame and injured animal. He attempts to turn the brass doorknob; his strength fails him as he realizes the door has been locked. His body slides down the door, onto the white tile floor. After a matter of minutes he releases his last breath into the puddle of blood that had drained out of his body like a slow drip coffee pot. Death has taken its tragic toll.

My Girlfriend will be Upset

Well Right now I'm supposed to be reading "The Odyssey" but I lost the book so I'll get over my loses and forward the library the entire worth of the book amounting in $.75.

Earlier this night (about 15 minutes ago) I spray-painted an elephant purple for a friend. Now it was a small elephant but an elephant nonetheless. So I'm spray painting this elephant (hence forth to be known as Fredrick) purple, and I think about the flammability of spray paint, I figured I could maybe dry Fredrick a little faster then it would usually take. So I pull out my pink bic lighter and create the makeshift flamethrower. As the flames engulfed Fredrick I remember my passion for fire and the many times I have had not so friendly encounters with it. Well after a little bit I take the flames away and notice Fredrick is now standing it a puddle of ignited paint. I thought to myself "Behold the glorious elephant, rising from the puddle of flame to create havoc on Earth, and act much like an elephant!" Then I was all like "Wow, I should write that down in my Blog..." And now here I am... and... Uh... <--- I just typed all that.

In the end life will kick you in the nuts really hard. If you're a girl it'll just give you a titty twister.

The Breakfast of Champions

Breakfast food is most likely the best invention ever. (Up there with thunderstorms.) Just because it's labeled as breakfast food does not mean you can only eat it at breakfast time. In fact I think cereal is great for dinner or even a mid-night snack. (Mainly because it’s so easy to make.) Take a look at Denny's; they serve breakfast at anytime of the day, pure genius if you ask me. Lets take a look at your breakfast foods, eggs very good, meat super good and, toast the reason to live. Now just think of adding them all together, maybe throwing on some cheese, and suddenly you have one of the best sandwiches ever, (besides the ones I used to make,) edible at anytime of the day!

Now one breakfast food that is very under-rated is pizza. Pizza is an amazing breakfast, and almost the entire food pyramid rolled into one edible slice. Look at a piece, it has all your basics, crust for your grains, sauce and onions for your veggies, cheese for your dairy, any number of meats for your protein, and the grease to top the pyramid. It is truly an ultimate breakfast food.

Breakfst is good, don't skip it.