Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake."

If you've seen Natural Born Killers, you'll recognize that quote. If not... well, it's kind of amusing anyway.

Yeah, so I watched that last night. It was very interesting, I must say. Not in a bad way at all.

Also met somebody interesting... It's very confusing for me to know someone thinks the way I do. I mean, I'm sure there are disparities I've yet to uncover, but as of yet... there's not much. :S More on this later?

Oh, also, I bought the first dress I've ever gotten that isn't for an event of any sort. It's pretty simple; just a t-shirt dress from American Apparel, but I like it.

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[Note: Did you know that "ponderance" actually means gravity? I did not]

How do the spouses of geniuses deal with the gap in intelligence? I imagine it must be difficult.

Also, I am not supposed to be awake right now. Whoops. :P

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Went to read some of my old posts again. I was much more liberal in my usage of exclamation marks, I've noticed.

What else? I've become more serious. Don't know when that happened, exactly. There was a point where I decided to change my life and mode of thought, but as time went on everything drifted and I stopped caring so much and trying to be different than before.

I lost the reason.

There is a little bit of delight in finding something that completely applies to you, but it quickly dissolves into despair when you realize what that means.

I am caught between wanting to be unique (which is a silly goal in itself but one must have something to strive for) and wanting to be able to be related to.

Here again is the battle between my views that will always and can only end in silence and supposed neutrality.

I feel a million different ways at once and hence nothing at all. They cancel each other out and to favor one side would be to trivialize the other's validity. I'm caught in a seemingly eternal loop of wishy-washiness.

I'm tired of seeing these ads made for people who are too lazy to do simple things like buy laundry detergent and dryer sheets separately, but at the same time I know I'm probably just like them.

Won't I buy something to save time when I don't do anything with the time I already have?

Time, there's a thought.

Buy a microwave so you don't have to use the stove.
Buy a dishwasher so you don't have to wash by hand.
Buy a vacuum cleaner so you don't have to sweep.
Buy a TV so you don't have to read.

What will you do with the time you've saved? Do something productive. Why don't you work a few extra hours to pay off all your timesaving devices? Cut back on a little sleep... sleep is a timewaster anyway. Nothing productive gets done when you're lying in bed. You might as well be dead or a rock. Not even a useful kind of rock, but the kind nobody really wants, like the lumpy ones you dig up when you're gardening.

I dislike a lot of things. Love is reserved for special occasions.

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Well, after pancakes with Lucy and Varsha.



I have... twelve more videos or something. XP

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[random stranger] has entered the room.
[Angie]: varsha?
[random stranger]: Who me?
[Me]: new SN?
[Lucy]: hey varsha?
[random stranger]: I'm just a random.....but lets gossip about ZSuttonPhoto. Yes?
[Angie]: um...
[Angie]: who let you in?
[random stranger]: ahaha
[Lucy]: i'm confused
[Me]: wtf
[Angie]: well you did pick a common room name
[Me]: I didn't realize other people could invite themselves to chatrooms?
[Lucy]: nice to meet you new person
[random stranger]: Pancakes is probably the most common room name ever
[Me]: we were actually talking about pancakes
[random stranger]: Ello [Lucy]a
[Lucy]: hello
[random stranger]: Oh snap. Whats everyones fav type of pancake?
[random stranger]: Catch me up to speed
[random stranger]: I have alot to offer
[Angie]: well we did stop talking about pancakes..
[Angie]: but i like banana
[Me]: uh...
[random stranger]: I'm a fan of Blueberry, call it old school, but whatever
[Me]: I don't have a preference...
[Lucy]: butter and jam's good
[Me]: um, but anyway
[Me]: cherry picking
[Angie]: right
[Me]: did you guys want to go?
[Lucy]: sure!
[Me]: I was looking at a list of places
[random stranger]: No, seriously though, a couple hours ago, a few photography friends of mine started a chatroom with the title being 'pancakes', they obviously have since left. I am just late to the party
[Angie]: ah
[Angie]: that's funny
[random stranger]: I'll let you be, take care everyone
[Lucy]: bye!
[Me]: alright... bye
[random stranger] has left the room.
[Me]: that was f*****g weird

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Well, I got a video of some squirrel haps.


(I trimmed it down quite a bit... my Flip was recording for awhile before the squirrel decided to show up)

We're thinking of new obstacles for the squirrel. Any suggestions?

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