I love it when it rains, I hate Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays more than I hate Mondays. It seems to me that I really don't hate Mondays at all- I hate Sunday nights. I hate everything about Tuesday. But Monday has been a victim in this battle of hatred waged by me against nothing.
So! I was hating today in my room, as usual, when I fell asleep (the falling asleep part-not usual). I was super-mega tired, and it was seven o'clock, and like some kind of baby, I fell asleep on my bed, clutching my iPod like my iPod was my rectangular, metal, auditory teddy bear. And when I woke up exactly three minutes later, it was raining. I went outside later, and I started thinking about lightning.
So! I was hating today in my room, as usual, when I fell asleep (the falling asleep part-not usual). I was super-mega tired, and it was seven o'clock, and like some kind of baby, I fell asleep on my bed, clutching my iPod like my iPod was my rectangular, metal, auditory teddy bear. And when I woke up exactly three minutes later, it was raining. I went outside later, and I started thinking about lightning.
I noticed that lightning is like flash on a camera. Sometimes, just to experiment, I use flash to take a picture in a completely dark room. And the subject is lit up, you can see it, but it's a very different kind of light than if I just turned on the overhead lights. It looks more fake, I suppose. It's the same with lightning. A while back, I was standing and reading at the window when there was lightning outside, and the lightning was so bright that it would light up the backyard for a second. And I thought it was so cool, because for that brief second, you could see the details of the backyard, but the light was harsher and faker.
Cameras are like lightning.
In my head, this made sense. Does this make sense?
I feel better when it's raining. Like things can start anew! But it's nicer when it's warm rain, like in the summer, and not 33 degree weather rain, like it is now. April needs to make up its bloody mind about whether it's going to be hot or cold, because I will go straight to t-shirts no matter what, and I end up cold 50% of the time.
La la la Blogspot. I am cold.
Quote for Tuesday, April 19, 2011:
I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.
-Walt Disney
Muse for Today:
The creators of Mario...what, exactly, goes on in their heads? (K was playing Super Mario Galaxy 2 earlier today, and I was just wondering how they come up with this stuff.)
Peach should be locked in a rubber room or something. Honestly, she gets kidnapped every five minutes and then Mario needs to go gallivanting off to save her. When does she even do anything? She must spend all of her free time in captivity. But then I guess it's not free time. (Rimshot?)
And if they hate Bowser and Waluigi and Wario, why do they invite them to go go-karting with them all the time? Are you really so low on friends that you need to invite sworn enemies to go on day trips with you? Take a flowerpot. Or nothing. That would be preferable.
Also, this Mario universe isn't real. Nor does it make any logical sense at all. So I should probably stop fretting about it now.
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