Saturday, September 12, 2009

Life is Like a Basket of Puppies Sometimes

I don't know what I mean by that title, really. Actually I guess I do, life is just so nice and cute and playful that you just wanna take it home and feed it and don't want it to grow up and be all lazy. Make of that what you will. Moving on, why is it that there are always certain things in life which insist on making the latter painstakingly awkward? Let's call subject in question Melman (yes, the giraffe in Madagascar). Yes, we all know he likes Gloria, but if she makes it very clear that she is NOT interested, is it necessary to follow her around like a lost puppy? (Again with these puppy examples...I have dogs on the brain) Hold your head up high and have some dignity, man! I mean, giraffe! Sigh. Ah well, can't have all your eggs in one basket. Erm, yes that didn't make any sense, but neither do a lot of things in life.
Like, for example, why that ONE person you want most to pay all his attention to you just doesn't (atleast not to your complete satisfaction). But, let's not make this one of those blogs where teens drone on and on about their crushes. Except for like one more minute. Let's call this subject Horton (because I recently saw the movie. that is one funny elephant! with a very cute ass), and Horton is a very confused little elephant who doesn't know what he wants in life. He's already fallen for some of the Who-ville chicks, and moved past them as well. For now, I'm trying the whole "I couldn't give a donkey's ass" technique, so let's see how that turns out. Ok, this is turning into the oldest story in the book, so NEXT.
College is a pain most of the time. Never in my life have I ever encountered a teacher so close minded as the one who took my class this morning. Aren't teachers supposed to be open to new ideas?! No, we're NOT here to agree to whatever some lady standing in front of us says. Excuse me, but we're adults, and we should be able to disagree and form our own opinions! We have OPINIONS and if we can't express them in a course that calls itself Media and COMMUNICATIONS, then obviously there's a problem there. I'd say more but again, I find myself being made a fool of by time. If that made sense. Basically, it's late. So, signing off again, hoping the puppies haven't grown up too much by tomorrow.

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