Going back to when I said all my thoughts are yours to hear, this blog might be a bit more bizarre than usual…at least at first. I’ll be talking about my frequent “That is a bad idea…let’s do it!” moments, my obsessive compulsive disorder—or my tendencies to act in such a way, facebook and my detaching myself from it, the current fad in pop-culture, dress-codes and how much they suck straws (yes, I just said that. I know, I know. I’m lame. What can I do? :P ), and my ongoing new year’s resolution.
Have you ever thought something and you know that it’s a bad idea and yet you continue to dwell on this yet-do-be-done act despite this? I do this all the time. For instance, just ten minutes ago I took some pain meds because I had a headache, and then I thought, “Gosh I love to take swallowing pills. It makes me feel so grown-up. I really want to take some more…” And that’s how it is for me. It always starts out as something simple like noticing that there is a small, uncovered, blue fan on the back of my computer and then my mind goes insane. “What a pretty fan! I just want to touch it! Look at it there spinning round and round and round. Wouldn’t it be fun to stick my finger in there?” Thank goodness for that little Lepre-Corn (Leprechaun slash Unicorn. Come on people. Major duh!) who plays my conscience. “No, Maria! It is not a good idea to use those metal tongs to get the toast out of the toaster, even if it means your fingers will be spared from touching the hot bread.” (Yes, I actually do that. Good thing Lady Luck is on my side, otherwise who knows when I would have died from doing some senseless thing like that.) But do you see what I am trying to say? I just get these bad ideas all the time. It’s horrible! Do you have those moments? What sort of moronic ideas do you get?
I don’t know if I have mentioned this before, but I am very OCD. I’m not sure if I legitimately have obsessive compulsive disorder, but I do have the reactions and tendencies of someone who does. I have to have the refrigerator magnets a certain way, the dishes in the dishwasher must be placed a specific way otherwise I go mad, things of that nature. Just earlier my sister, Risa (fake name), was eating milk and cookies—good stuff, that is—and she had the milk jug sitting on the island right on the edge with the cap carelessly thrown on the counter top. This really irritated me so I asked her to please put the cap on it and, if not put it away, at least move it further away from the edge. At first she ignored me, then, upon seeing my discomfort, she placed the cap on the top of the jug—being sure not to put the cap down securely—and moved it impossibly closer to the edge of the counter. It bugged me to no end. I knew she was provoking me but I couldn’t help it, I flew across the room, slammed the cap on tight, and put it away inside the fridge. I’m like this with many other things. Tags. I cannot stand it if someone’s tag is sticking out. Once, while in a store, I saw this young woman with her tag sticking out and so I ran to stick it back under the shirt where it belonged. Let me just say I never got a thank you for my deed. Now I only push tags in for people I actually know. One of these days I want to know if I seriously am OCD, just to get it off my mind.
What is it with Facebook? I have one, and, I admit, I used to be very attached to it, but now I find no appeal whatsoever toward it. The site bores me. It’s a nice way to speak with friends without having to leave the comfort of your home, sure. But it doesn’t have the same hold on me that it once did. I was very competitive with facebook a while back. I had to have the most friends, the best score on the games, the most statuses posted within the hour, ect. ect. I’ve decided I no longer care. What good comes of never leaving your computer anyway? All I’ve received for my diligence to facebook is a loss of social interaction and a major procrastination problem. I’ve decided to, slowly with time, detach myself from facebook. This starts with my contacts. I deleted all but 62 people whom I talk to and/or see on a regular basis. I am so proud of myself n_n Are you addicted?
So I realized something about three days ago. I was thinking about past and present fads when I suddenly thought of a fad that I hadn’t even thought of as a fad until that moment. All this obsession with fantasy. This fad has been in effect for quite some time but I believe that, at this point in time, it is at its peak of popularity. Think about it. All you see and hear about nowadays are books on wizards and vampires and people with special abilities. You go watch a tv show or movie and fantasy is just oozing out of the screen, screaming in your ears to sit and pay attention, whispering to you “You enjoy this don’t you? Watch some more. It's what everyone is into...” I’ve seen whole groups of people, college students actually, who have organized a big game of playing zombies at their campus. Fad. Now I’m not about to imply that I have not taken part in this fad. I have, I admit. But—my god! It’s unbelievable how much this fad has grown. The fact that I hadn’t even realized this was a fad until three days ago speaks for itself. With this insight comes the fun part, however. Now that I am aware of the current situation, I can move past this crowd of followers and make and think a whole new way. I am prepared to move past this and start a new trend. All this time I thought I was original but it turns out I was just one of a million flocking sheep. No more though. I now have the great weapon of knowledge ;)
All right, it’s complaining time with Maria. [Cue’s random theme song] Let’s talk about dress-codes for a minute, shall we? To be blunt, dress-codes suck straws! (I said it again. Give the blogger a prize! [Random plane flies buy, dropping off a mini parachute with a tiny trophy in the shape of a B for blogger.] Oh wow! I’d like to thank my mom, my dad, and all the members of the academy…) I think I talked briefly with you all about how I’m going to a thing called Teenpact, yes? (Coming up in two days, yikes!) Well, Teenpact haS a dress-code and I completely hate it. The youth attending are to dress “professionally.” Let me break down what that means (the dress-code for the ladies, that is. I have no idea what to say about the guys' dress-code.). Girls must wear skirts (or dresses) and those skirts must stop below the knee…even while sitting. What kind of bullshark is that?!! (yes, I just said “bullshark” as opposed to “bullsh**” Another silly substitute curse word to add to your long list of things to steal from me, eh? I don’t believe in cussing out my readers, so no making fun of me, ‘kay?) Do these people know how hard it is to find a skirt/dress that length? It’s next to impossible! Also, I don’t know about them, but I was born wearing jeans! (This is a total lie. I was born naked just like the rest of you. You should know by now not to take me too seriously.) I am not comfortable wearing a skirt all day long! Next on their ludicrous list of things to take away along with my dignity: all shoes must be either flats (yuk!) or heels (okay.). Know what that means? No converse shoes—I was also born in those—and no flip-flops which would have been my alternative to no converse. What the flip is wrong with these freaks?! Take away all I love why don’t you? So, I have decided to “stick it to the man.” I am going to accessorize. That means ribbons, pins, buttons, studded belts, rings, bracelets, rainbow eye shadow, face paint—the works. Any ideas on how to use this loophole for al it’s worth? Leave a comment with your suggestions :)
Last topic for the day: New Year’s Resolutions. Do you make one? I don’t usually make one—well; I don’t make new ones, that is. Every year for the past three years I have made the same resolution: to own/have every song, artist, and album I have ever wanted and currently want. I didn’t do much in the way of accomplishing this because I am always broke so it’s really rare for me to be able to buy music. But last Spring I discovered something that changed my life forever. The library isn’t just good for getting books. They have CD’s too, who knew? Not I. So I went from having 200 odd songs to 2000 odd songs. It’s wonderful, this library thing. Great for poor people like me who are much to lazy and pressed for time to get a job. I’m not done, though. There are still hundreds more bands and artists I want, and so many more to discover!
Listening to: Silver Speak by Blindside
Chewing: Orbit Spearmint gum, my favorite.
Writing: This
Reading: What I’m writing
Thinking about: How dreadful my handwriting is (I’m currently writing this by hand. I’ll type this up later.)
Getting ready to: Go shopping for things to beef-up my Teenpact wardrobe ;)
Comments are better than saying “Bullshark!” and “Sucks Straws!”
Love,
Maria
Fun fun fun! :D I love ur blog! :D
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