Buttons and Junk

I’m completely filled up with aches and pains and it’s ridiculous. I’m not old, I shouldn’t be hurting. I picked up a box that weighs more than half what I do at work, and wrenched my lower back a little, so that hurts, and my leg does too, as a result of the wrenching. Then one of my toes hurts like I have gout or something equally stupid. I broke three nails this week, which sucks, and my wrists both hurt. What the junk is this crap?

Ice cold mountain dew is deliciously refreshing after getting almost no sleep.

Today, I’m wearing my Ironman shirt today, and while I wish I could say that it makes me feel fearless, it doesn’t. I’m downright terrified. Not of anything in particular. I think it’s just residual fear left from the stress of my midterm yesterday, which I felt less than prepared for. I’m scared that I can’t do all of the things that I’m committed to doing. I know that it’s doable, because other people manage loads like mine just fine, but when I try to zoom out and look at the big picture, and see what I have to get done in the next month, then I end up thinking that I can’t do it after all. I end up having to look at each day individually and take one task at a time. That just doesn’t seem like a good way to live though, I mean, I only get to do this college thing once (well, most people only go once) so I should enjoy it, but right now, I just don’t have time to enjoy it.

Why do people sat that contractions aren’t proper? If they weren’t meant to be used, why do we have grammatical rules for them? Massive silliness. I sort of like how variable the English language is. I mean, a few sentences ago, I asked “what the junk,” which is in no way proper English, but my point came across just fine. Sometimes, improper grammar can actually be the best way to get a point across.

I wonder if I’m the only one my age who feels like there’s no reason to respect the President (general, not specific) based on principle. Sometimes that makes me very sad, because I don’t want to be jaded or disillusioned about life and democracy and whatnot.

Hitler looks quite a bit like Donald Duck. Also, Yugoslavia sounds made up. I mean, I know that it was made up, as all words were, but Yugoslavia does not sound like a real honest-to-joy place. It sounds pretend.

I want a sweater that comes down to my thighs. I think it would be quite the thing. I have also recently developed an interest in buttons. They can add so much to a garment-- color, visual interest, or they can polish it up, make it look pulled together and complete. I’m not so much a fan of those belt deals that tie at the waist. Don’t be lazy, slap some darts up in there. Of course, this is coming from someone who adores those ugly knit hats with the pom-poms. I have one with llamas on it now.

Someday, I’m going to have a pet goat, and I’m going to teach it tricks. And forget things like play dead and roll over, there’s no need for that. If you teach a goat to sit, come and lay down, I guarantee people will be impressed. It’s going to be a pretty goat, and I’ll milk it, and it will be delicious.

For lunch today, I’m going to have orange chicken. This isn’t an unusual occurrence.

I have a bunch of songs on my laptop that I want to put on my ipod, but out of laziness, I haven’t yet. One of them is called Little Demon by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins. I can’t tell if I actually like the song, or if it’s just that his name is so provocative that I can’t help but love the idea of the song enough to actually enjoy listening to it. It is a deliciously odd song.

I like adverbs a lot. I’m taking a creative writing class and we are learning about the power of verbs and nouns. I agree completely that choosing the right verbs and nouns is instrumental in conveying the layers of meanings that you’re trying to get across, but I think that adverbs can be used to an advantage too. Or, maybe I just like having a d all rubbing up on a v like that-- there aren’t too many words that have the ‘nads to do that.