Dangerous

Cool

I read a catch-phrase in some manga today. I think it's awesome.

Hate the crime, not the fetish.

Surprise?

I spent the last week wondering if graduation would be uplifting or depressing. Turns out life threw me a total curve ball: my family succeeded in irking me beyond belief and making it possibly the worst graduation I've ever been to. And I went to one while I had chicken-pox, so that's pretty bad. You know life's out to get you when your family members are big enough assholes to make you feel bad about yourself on the day of your graduation.

But the fireworks were nice. And Mrs. Logan's pronunciation disability was funny.

Inspired by Julia Meng

From Omegle

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Stranger: England, 20, Male

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You: it could mean

You: 1) we have more pedophiles

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...the fuck?

Mindhead!

I was feeling very sleepy today. And I've noticed that when I'm sleepy I'm never at all in my right mind. That gets me thinking: if our psychological health is so strongly dependent on our physiological well-being, how do we ever know if we're in our right minds? If our mentality can be so swiftly tossed from side to side, flipped on its head by something as basic as a few hours of sleep, what does that say about the solidarity of our conscious minds or "soul" (or whatever one would call it)? As teenagers, we like to blame our emotional outbursts on hormone imbalances and the like, but at one point you do feel and think a certain way. Who's to say this isn't the real you speaking? Are you someone else for a brief moment?

and to top this off I have picked out a few more six word stories!

Popped. Couldn’t stop. Chronic heart disease.
Only liar. Truthful world. Infinite power.

Interpretation needed

Five zombies. Four bullets. Two zombies.

This was on www.sixwordstories.net . I interpreted it as the guy shoots 3 zombies and then shoots himself, but someone else on the site thought the guy used up all the bullets and then was bitten and became a zombie. The latter makes more sense if the guy didn't know how many rounds he had to begin with, but I like my darker and (arguably, to me at least) funnier interpretation.

Fucked Up Thing #1

So I realized the other day while talking to Maria that I have a lot of fucked up (but cool) ideas that I'm always telling her, but I always forget what they are later. And that's a shame, so I've decided to put them up on the old blog whenever I think of them! So here's Fucked Up Thing #1

No one really remembers themselves being born, which is interesting since it must be such a traumatic and scary experience. But what if one upped the ante? Would a baby remember being born under the most traumatic of circumstances? My idea for a horrible birthing scenario:

Have the mother hanging by her arms from a horizontal pole high above the ground. As the baby is born, it'll fall out of the mother. To make matters even worse, the horizontal pole should be put several meters above the ground so that the baby doesn't hit the ground, but instead falls down and then BOING bounces back up to smack the mother in the uterus (I have no idea how long or elastic umbilical cords are) and then back down and up and down. Simple harmonic motion like you've never seen it before.

Then the baby will swing around for a bit, its tiny little arms flailing about but totally incapable of doing anything. Then SNAP goes the cord and there goes the baby. The beauty in this is that babies have to come out head first, so it'll fall and land on its head. The baby's short limbs will be easy to tuck in so the baby spirals downward like a compact bullet. And the icing on the cake: ever heard the Doppler Effect applied to a crying baby plummeting down through the sky? I haven't, and now I'm dying to know what it's like.