Now That It’s Spring

Pop

…Now it’s back again…

It’s official: the first friend in my high school graduating class is now engaged.

Big flippin’ deal, right? Basically.

However– I cannot help but see some significance in this event. This friend is engaged, as opposed to, say, the father of an unplanned child. Or, perhaps, opposed to the far-too-typical, overzealous, self-obsorbed guy (douchebag) that fervently believes he’s in a committed relationship with someone.

Neg. Not this guy.

It’s the real deal. No fucking around. Engaged.

I’m not old. I won’t even suggest that I’m old*.

Pop

Old people know what the fuck’s up. I’m not old. The old don’t wish away their days quite as readily as I seem to.

Pop

(I wonder if I can make this post look disgustingly long by popping all the damn time?)

But seriously. When does “then” become “now?” And when “now” become then?”

Two birds of the same feather, two peas in a pod, two tweets from the same twat. These fools travel in packs.

Pop.

*Insofar as this post doesn’t inherently imply pretty much that…

Pop

It’s back again. No, gone. Or is it? No, definitely not, still there. Gone. Here. Gone. Here. Hone. Gere.

(pop).

Even nearly a year later you still manage to make me feel unwanted. How could you ever gain so much power over me?

(pop).

Just give me a moment– this is worth it, I swear.

All I wanna do is..

I’ve always said, “You don’t say things you don’t believe. Nope, all Truth. That’s “Big-T-Truth.”

“Why the hell did I make this spaghetti?” Laughter. Noodles on the floor at this point. Sticking. John, Paul, George and Ringo are overcome with joy: all their prayers fulfilled! Proof in the Almighty, no doubt. It’s the process of life, those noodles crusted upon the floor. They’ll never come up, no sir-ee! No matter how much you scrub, the twisted fibers of carbohydrates anchor themselves into the microscopic valleys of the nylon floor.

So, the noodles remain crusted. A year later, still crusted to the floor, discolored, disjointed, only vaguely resembling the love and hope they were when they fell out of the pot. Forgotten, perhaps, but still there to be looked upon when you find yourself drifting back to the night they jumped from the scalding heat.

But, looking back, it all seems okay. After all: who wishes to put dirty noodles back in the pot?

Easter

Happy Zombie Day, everybody!

ORLY?

You wish, brah…

Pre-weekend

It’s almost like the 80′s done right. This song is really growing on me.

Wisdom…

Liz said it best tonight: “The biggest thing that I learned when I became an adult was that not everything is going to be okay. It just isn’t. That’s not how life is. But that in itself makes it okay… Life goes on; you adjust. Deal.”

I need a break. It’ll be okay.

Via Pizza

It bothers me how, in our current society, a product is entirely inseparable from some sort of misplaced sense of competition. Obviously the advertising strategy of “bashing the competitor” isn’t anything new, but lately it seems almost a key element of the appeal of any product. How much of my like of Facebook stems from my utter dislike of myspace?

WWJD?

Lessons from Jesus:

Quick, to the Homophobia Cave!

Maybe I never gave my old high school enough credit. It was gross, it smelled, sometimes it seemed like the administration needed to reexamine their lives at points, it had some of the strangest rules, it seemed unfair at times. But never did we have any sort of issue like what just happened in Mississippi.

For all the times Christians have asked me, “What possible harm does my belief cause?” here’s your answer. Your belief leads to bigoted, hateful, discriminatory behavior all because a high school girl wishes to take another high school girl to her prom. Grow up.