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I guess this is sort of about my life.

The fun part is that I don't have one.

2.06.2008

Life, the Universe, Ect.

I have confronted the fact that I am, probably, the world's worst blogger. I have also accepted it as another of my flaws I don't feel like improving and moved on. I do apologize for being lame though. It's just in my nature...

I had a snow day, yesterday, which was kind of nice. So I spent Mardi Gras... how? I can't even remember what I did yesterday. I think I sat on my bed for a while and messed with my ipod, and then sat on the couch for a while and watched TV. I did have dance, though. Tuesdays are kind of fun; I help teach a tap class, then I chill at the studio for another two and a half hours until I have my own tap class. For the last 45 minutes or so my friends and I usually do something stupid like (this week) bowling with two extremely squished clementines and six empty water bottles. Sounds lame, I know, but it was actually pretty fun. Who doesn't like the smell of pulverized citrus fruit?

Somewhere in between everything I have to do through the day, I end up thinking about pretty much everything; life, death, the human mind, the works. Probably too much. Lately, I've been doing some pretty specific self-reflection. (Opinions on the following would be appreciated, even I don't know if what goes on in my head is at all logical.) I've been called 'intense' a lot recently... As in, several times a week/day. E.G. In math class, we were talking about something unimportant, I think it was stuff we had when we were little, and I said something about how I never actually liked dolls. (I mean, really, what's the point? A plastic, disproportionate infant, woohoo...) Immediately, everyone involved in the conversation was like, "Woah, Lauren, you've got some pretty intense anger there" or something to that point. And this happens regularly, mind you. But do I? I absolutely fascinate myself, and as narcissistic as that sounds, it's sort of true. It comes down to me being overly intense or my entire school being incredibly laid back.


Another thought process: On the news, someone's always talking about campaign fundraising, and how Obama has 30 million but Hillary only has 13 and those kinds of riveting topics. What if, *gasp*, they actually put that money toward the causes they claim to work towards? Benefits:
  1. It might actually be toward a good cause
  2. Good publicity for the candidates
  3. They establish the kind of work they would do if they got elected
  4. It would set an excellent example for all the billionares sitting on their money for a lack of a better use for it
  5. Many of them talk about change while they plod down the same old campaign route

If a candidate put their funds toward something other than advertising that no one pays attention to anyways, they'd get my vote. If only it would happen... Also up for comment.

See, if I ruled the world, I could make so many changes. But, in light of my opinions on society, ruling the world would make me a hypocrite who doesn't deserve to manage so much as a public restroom. Life rocks.

1 comment:

Virak said...

im glad you posted in the long run, i knew you would post in the event of a changed mindset.. barely any bloggers will post daily like me and billy, heck i miss more days than billy does. just as long as we dont become strangers. didnt even know you had an ipod. and on the opinions of your current balanced mind, it is just that, well balanced. i think the standards of those around you arent comparable to your living. to think it was intense to not like dolls or the reflection of not liking dolls.. is silly. i hope you dont get sucked into your environment.. just feed off it, there is a different excel dont degrade..

with my words of wisdom.. or drowsiness.. i bid you a due.