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Thursday, June 21, 2007


   Unavoidable Endings and Revelations
Here are a few tidbits i've come to notice over this obscure Summer '07.

-stereotypes, though shallow and degrading, infect every one of us. no matter how much we detest them or disagree with their meanings, it is absolutley impossible to walk down the street and NOT judge some one crossing your path; whether it be good or bad. at first, i felt guilty when i found my subconscience doing so but then i reminded myself that it is human nature.
-for some reason, that "ew! that girl/boy has cooties" phase seems to last a helluva lot longer for guys than with girls. for example- one of my good guy friends. i kinda like him, in that endearing and "soft-spot" kinda way but im afraid to say anything to him cause he'd freak if i came within 2 feet of him...and/or called him...which i plan to do tomorrow just to freak him out. ;}
-inner office politics of middle-aged bussinessmen are equivalent to the whining of a group of 5th graders. *actually its quite amusing*
-ironically, those who swear they wear their oh-so-broken heart on their sleeves *i believe the stereotype for this is 'emo'* are actually wearing a chinsy emotional mask made of tin pins and saftey pins clipped to their backpacks. the self proclaimed masicists are parading around preaching to the world that they are not afraid to do it yet all they do is preach. the people who really need the help are now shut out even more and only pushed farther into dark. famous words to live by : "crazy people dont know theyre crazy."
-*sigh* a personal pet peeve: Goth-isity. i would gladly like to take a survey at a mall or any public place and follow the black-clad "goths" to see if any of them know the actual meaning of the term "gothic". in essence, *my version anyway* it does not depend on how many inches of black tripp pants trail behind your shoes or how many spikey bracelets you can cram onto your arm. it is a mannerism, a characteristic of style. it is a form of nostalgic romanticism, a deep poetic countenance carried in every step. it was a time period and an architectural form as well. it gave off an exuberance of lushishness without toting plaid mini-skirts and band tees.

now that my rant is *for the most part* complete, i shall take my leave. cheers!

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