| Fairly Odd Parents,if rain could talk and 15 year old boys. |
[25 Jul 2006|11:52pm] |
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Today was a seemingly ordinary day. sadly i woke up watched about an hour and a half of fairly odd parents. im not going to joke when i say that that show is great. anyway, i guess the way i have been viewing existance lately has been rather misconstrued. there has deffinately been some grey area between how i think my life should be going and how it actually is going. maybe its because i was trying to trick myself or maybe its just because im an idiot. my point is that suddenly i realized today while i was watching timmy turner deal with his juvenile trials and tribulations that if we all had fairy god parents that our lives could be wrecked and then fixed in a half an hour time slot too. Its like one second there is this huge monster about to consume me whole i cant think i cant breathe. so i close my eyes and wish it away. open them again and its still fucking there. if things were as easy as "i wish..." then we could all have shows on nickelodeon. but also every show timmy finds something he wants to change about himself so he does and he winds up being even more unhappy and he realizes that he is happy just the way he is. so maybe not. maybe i should focus my time on something other than a cartoon. just a thought.
after doing a whole lot of nothing. my super family decided that it would be magnificent to head out to the beach at 630 on a tuesday evening. i knew better. the wind and sky had other plans. by the time we got there lightning was in the sky as if the paparazzi had just spotted britney spears dangling sean preston out of the window of a fast moving vehicle. i couldnt tell whether i was at a photo shoot or actually standing outside in a thunder storm. i felt like retaliating with an "i told you so" just to see if i could worsen the situation at all. but before i could the rain had done it for me.
on the way home we stopped at gino and joes in clay. it was in the middle of a thunderstorm and about 730 at night. you would think the place would be empty. but no it was rather like the "sports functions that had just been rained out" convention. what is it honestly with 15 year old boys and garlic pizza. i counted out of the 30 adolescent males how many ordered a slice of garlic over any other and im not exaggerating when i say 23 out of 30 preferred garlic to every other type of pizza. who likes garlic pizza?its a peice of cheese on crust. there is no sauce! what is pizza without sauce. its obviously not pizza. they should call garlic pizza...garlic crust. if i bought garlic pizza i would feel betrayed and lied to. anyway...what do 15 year old boys have against eating sauce. do they know something that i dont? im going to have to ask some day. for now im going to go upstairs and read. and hope that i have some other good life lessons to learn tomorrow on nick jr.
until that time. ..
keep your cool and dont let others bring you down.
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