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06/01 Direct Link
Woke up from an interesting dream with "Take On Me" stuck in my head. That song gets into my subconscious a lot, so often that I wonder if the song is trying to tell me something. I used to think, a long time ago, that God communicates with us through music. But would he use a song as silly as that? This is a question I must ask if I ever have the privilege of going to heaven. 

I better not slam the space bar on my keyboard down so hard. I broke my last keyboard's space bar. 
06/02 Direct Link
Why do 4-day weeks feel like they're way longer than 4 days? When you have Monday off, the week seems longer, but when you have Friday off, the week seems shorter. Maybe for other people, it feels like it's the opposite. 

And why do my old friends swallow this far-left liberal bullshit? I mean, seriously, think with your brain instead of your emotions and your gonads for once in your friggin' life!

Whoa, I ranted too much there. Need to shut up and do something happy like listen to talk radio... oh, wait. That's more of the same.
06/03 Direct Link
Obama was stuttering while he did a speech and I honestly thought it was a screwup with the audio. I didn't think he actually stuttered like that. 

In other news, there should be birthday sirens in all cars so that when it's the driver's birthday, the sirens go off and he can cruise all over the road without any heed to red lights, kind of like emergency vehicles. I mean, who wants to spend their birthday stuck in traffic? That would suck a great deal. I mean, I know that logically there would be ramifications, but still... it'd be neat.
06/04 Direct Link
Again, I dreamed about the Mass and woke up with O Filii et Filiae stuck in my head. 

Sometimes I worry that I don't have anything in common with people my age. I don't care for Lord of the Rings or Big Bang Theory or video games or any of the pop culture bullshit that everyone seems to be so big on. I care about work and writing and reading and what I really want is someone to discuss books with. 

I said I wanted to make my 28th year on this planet special. How to do that?
06/05 Direct Link
The falcon cannot hear the falconer... to some extent, all of us live in the end times because we will all die. Very few of us will live to see 100 years old. Unless technology manages to manipulate the human life cycle in a way that goes completely against ethnics. But in a world where nobody believes in God anymore, anything can happen with little or no resistance. 

I'm thinking of giving up all sweet stuff except fruit. Really. No more chocolate. No more processed crap... it just doesn't taste that great to me anymore. I'm getting old, dude. 
06/06 Direct Link
I hear the kid next door playing basketball. Sometimes I want to go over there and ask if I can play with him, but that would be awkward. Reading one of Stephen King's older books, and it's funny how his dialogue pretty much sounds the same then as it does now. And he keeps writing about the same themes, which can get boring for readers, but if you're the writer, these are the things that keep you awake at night. I love King as a writer, but I hate his politics. He posts a lot about that on Twitter.
06/07 Direct Link
I have a Gollum T-shirt from when Lord of the Rings was first popular back in the 70s (I think it was?). It's ancient and falling apart, so I don't wear it in public. I wear it to bed and because it's so thin and ragged, it's a comfy nightshirt. One of these days I'm going to get another Gollum shirt to replace it; I'm sure there are tons of them all over the Internet. I will sleep in a Gollum shirt as long as I walk the earth. None of that negligee for me. (I spelled that right!)
06/08 Direct Link
Well, it looks like Hillary's going to be the Democratic Party nominee. Dang it. I was hoping it'd be Bernie so he'd get trumped by Trump in November. Supposedly the Electoral College is biased toward the Democratic candidate, so this may very well end up as a Hillary presidency. And then Bill will be back in the White House. Are we going to call him the First Gentleman? Tell me, what kind of man would be honorable enough for us, the American people, to bestow that title on him? I'd rather see Melania Trump as First Lady. She seems classy.
06/09 Direct Link
Ten years since I graduated high school. I'm glad I never have to relive those days. Too much unnecessary drama and too much worrying about stuff that wasn't going to happen. So glad I'm past that, you have no idea.

There are about 5 people from my graduating class that I'd like to see again. The rest... forget about it. I can always find out what everyone's up to on Facebook, but I don't care about it that much. And they can find out what I'm up to. That's the beauty (and the beast) of this Internet age we live in.
06/10 Direct Link
All right people I'm voting for Trump. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not the biggest fan of the guy, but he has to be better than 4 more years of Obama, which is surely what Hillary will bring if she gets elected. If she gets elected, I'm moving to Jupiter. But the media is trying to stoke as much fear of Trump as they possibly can. And the sad thing is that they are succeeding. I'm tired and I want to go to bed, but I have to finish typing these 100 words, even if that means nonsense.
06/11 Direct Link
I love the premise of Stephen King's The Dark Half, but at the same time, it feels kind of cheesy to me. Many of Stephen King's characters are writers, and I don't feel like many other writers can get away with the kind of stuff Stephen King manages to get away with. If I were to make many of my characters writers, I'd be accused of making them Mary Sues or copies of myself or something else. It makes sense that we should write about ourselves, being that we are our biggest frame of reference. We have insight into our own lives.
06/12 Direct Link
Wow, I really hope Trump picks Condoleezza Rice (can't believe I spelled her name right) as his running mate. Then he might actually stand a chance against Hillary. 

The fleas are still a-bitin' and it's bitchin' hot here. I mean... I feel like running through sprinklers or something. And finishing up this book I'm reading. If I ever go to Finland and finish reading a book there, I'm going to say "I finnished it!" (Wow, that was lame.)

The truth of the matter is, I'm not a traveling person. I'm a person who spends a lot of time in her head.
06/13 Direct Link
I hate what happened in Orlando. So unfair. The guy was mentally ill. I think that's the long and the short of it. You can't blame this on guns or even on Muslims, although I'd blame this on Muslims before I went ahead and blamed it on guns. It's about untreated mental illness. I feel like the majority of those who have committed these mass shootings have been mentally ill. Perhaps these radical jihadists are all mentally ill in some way. They're all drinking the same Kool-Aid after all. Oh well. Praying for the victims' souls and their loved ones. 
06/14 Direct Link
Nothing to say today. They say that there will be more shootings, and the worst mass shooting in America (even worse than this latest one) is still yet to come. I have a bug on my computer screen and I don't want to kill it and make a nasty smear. I think he is attracted to the light. Or maybe the bug is a she. Weird to think of bugs as male and female, but they do have sexes (well, some of them). I wonder why God chose to make us sexual beings instead of asexual, dividing by fission.
06/15 Direct Link
Oy vey. Another day with nothing to write about except the rudeness of humanity. Guy pulls out in front of me on the road and proceeds to go 35 miles an hour up the interstate ramp to a 70 mile an hour highway. Seriously, dude? You couldn't have waited until I passed you? There was no one after me! The next person wasn't coming for ages. Plus I'm easily irritated because of time of the month, and there's not much that can be done about that besides ride it out and get over it. There are so many oddballs out there.
06/16 Direct Link
Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe... I'm tired and I just want to read my book and go to beddy-bye. I feel so sorry for the parents of that little boy who was killed by the large reptile... can't recall whether it was a crocodile or an alligator. What's the difference between those two again? Something to do with their teeth or their jaws? Either way, I can't imagine what those parents must be going through and the guilt they must feel. How nerve wracking it must be to be a parent. Man, I'm scattered today. Had too much chocolate.
06/17 Direct Link
I was wondering what the heck is actually in a Wonder Ball. They were these hollow chocolate balls with little candies shaped like cartoon characters inside. I think the characters were from whatever cartoons were popular at the time, like Rugrats or whatever Disney movie had recently come out. I'm pretty sure they had a Pokemon Wonder Ball. Then they stopped making the Wonder Balls, I believe because some kid choked to death on whatever was inside. So perhaps I needn't wonder what's inside a Wonder Ball anymore... because I know that it's a choking hazard. What's hiding in that chocolate?
06/18 Direct Link
I can understand why so many people don't like online dating. It's so hard to tell if you're compatible with someone just based on seeing them online. There's a huge physical part to attraction. Like pheromones and even the way the person smells, the way their eyes look, how they walk and talk, little mannerisms... all of these things can make a huge impression and to some degree, it matters more than just reading through a list of their interests online. I mean, I guess you could fall in love with the person's mind first, but physical compatibility is still needed.
06/19 Direct Link
!!! Does that count as a word? Probably so, but I don't care that much. It's exciting when someone has the same political views as you, and then you're like... holy crap, someone in the whole wide world actually agrees with what I'm saying. Unbelievable. It's like I never thought this day would come. But I don't really get out often and I don't talk to people much. Like a brown recluse. And I even have brown hair.

(Those are the results of too much caffeine consumption. I'll be back to my normal 100 words after these messages from our sponsors.)
06/20 Direct Link
OK so a pipe leaked and my floor is wet. The house is over 20 years old now, and I guess it's just getting old. Maybe I really ought to move to an apartment somewhere. That way their maintenance would take care of things like that, and I wouldn't have to risk getting ripped off by some scoundrel.

Or else I'm going to buy my parents a new house. That might solve the problem... but in 20 years, the pipes will start leaking again. Unless I get a house that's built by fairies. But they'd probably ask for the life of my firstborn.
06/21 Direct Link
I'm trying to do four things at once and getting nowhere on any of them. I guess that's what happens when you get scatterbrained. I was coming up with a mini-soap opera based on a stupid conversation I heard at work. In my fantasy, coworker A is jealous of coworker B because coworker B got the coveted promotion, and now coworker B manages coworker A's wife, coworker C. So now B spends a lot of time talking to C, making A jealous, so jealous that he requested to be moved to sit closer to C. Ah, alphabet soup and love.
06/22 Direct Link
Agh! There are still gnats in my room. I feel like we should add a "g" to every word that starts with "n" and has an "n" sounds so words like gnat and gnosticism won't get too lonely. See that guy over there? His name is Gnick. And Gnaomi is a pretty cool person. They must live together and raise gnus. They probably read the gnews together too. I'm sure they are gnatives of the Gnetherlands. They are going to petition their legislative body to add "k" to the front of every n-word also. So we can have lots of knick-knacks.
06/23 Direct Link
I have so much to write about, but at the same time, I have nothing to write about. Perhaps I just want to keep my thoughts to myself this time. I saw this Tumblr with introvert problems, and 99% of it totally relates to me. I always wonder if I'm really an introvert, though, or just shy/anxious. Others probably have this same issue, and I bet there are tons of introverts on this site. Writing 100 words every day sounds like a genuine introvert activity. 

Don't know if I mentioned this before, but Resting Bitch Face is a thing now.
06/24 Direct Link
Well, the big topic of the day is Brexit. I'm happy for Great Britain. I'm glad they stood their ground. I can see how a bureaucracy like the EU wouldn't be any good for them. I'm worried about the economic ramifications of it, though. This might not bode well for the U.S. election either, depending on how the media decides to sway it. It's good to know that someone in the European Union has some balls enough to leave it. I hope France follows suit. They have a lot at stake. Then maybe Germany will do the same thing.
06/25 Direct Link
What is this genderfluid nonsense? I mean, some part of me understands it. I don't always feel like a "woman" but what is a woman supposed to feel like? Sometimes I feel more feminine and other times I feel more masculine, but deep down I know that I am indeed a female. Is that what it means to be genderfluid? To feel differently from one day to the next? But with me, these feelings can change by the hour. I don't think we should put too much stock in those transient feelings, especially when you're a teenager... you're too volatile.
06/26 Direct Link
I came to the conclusion that college age is a very bad age to make life decisions, especially the ages of 18 and 19. You don't really know what you want because you're still getting where you need to be. I mean, that's not to say that all decisions made at age 18 and 19 are bad ones. It's annoying how everyone treats the choice of a college/university as such a huge decision. It's really not that big a deal. College, no matter where you go, is about what you make of it. You get out what you put in.
06/27 Direct Link
Whoa! Never have lemon tea right before you go to bed. Your bladder will hate you for it and you'll end up waddling to the bathroom with your legs crossed. 

Everything's topsy-turvy, ass over teakettle (is that how the saying goes?), head over heels. Well, aren't you normally head over heels? It ought to be heel over head, like the Puddle of Mudd song. Who listens to them anymore?

I feel so far removed from who I was back in 2006, it's not even funny. You know that you're growing, but you don't realize it until you look backward. 
06/28 Direct Link
I want to finish up these 100 words before I do anything else. Camp NaNoWriMo nears, and I feel like I might just forget all about it. It'll be July 1, and I'll have no idea what I'm doing. Then all of a sudden, I'll remember it when I'm drifting off to sleep, then have to do double the word count on July 2. I don't think it'll be a big deal because I can change my word count goal. I think it's sitting at 30,000 right now, but I was thinking of going for more, since I have time off in July.
06/29 Direct Link
Sometimes I swear that doctors are trying to push drugs on people just so they can get the kickback from the pharmaceutical company. My brother was supposedly diagnosed with anxiety and depression. The funny thing is that those who have it can hide it pretty well until a crisis happens and they no longer can. I was thinking of Robin Williams and all the famous people who had it. You can have the entire world at your fingertips, but yet you can still feel terrible due to hormonal imbalances or whatever it is that causes anxiety. Get your mind off it.
06/30 Direct Link
Got a spam WordPress comment that said, "Up yours!" Well, that's awfully rude. I'm reading A Confederacy of Dunces, which is pretty good fun, and the main character reminds me of someone I know, which is very awkward but happy at the same time. 

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell my kid self that she has nothing to be worried about. 

I am totally not one of those go-with-the-flow kind of people. Everything has to be meticulously planned down to the last detail. Call it perfectionism or control-freakism, whatever!