I've been a fool, and I've been blind;
I normally watch movies alone. There's no need for friends around when you watch movies anyway, I mean, it'd be weird if you laugh too loud or snigger at inappropriate moments. In any case, I like watching movies alone.
And some day, I'll meet someone who is also watching a movie alone, and I'll hit on her and we'll hit it off, and then get together and have kids, lots of kids.
Until then, it's $7.50 per bet. And I don't think there are many women around who are socially confident enough to order a single ticket from the man at the counter.
I normally get the stink-eye when I order my tickets, the cashier (?) would look at me weirdly, and I'll say, yes, ticket for one, and he'll be like, OK.
I guess he can't believe that I watch movies alone. They probably think I'm too charming to spend time alone. Sigh.
On a completely different note, I was trying to mix my raspberry vodka with coke. The only reason why I'd want to even drink at this hour is because I saw the already opened bottle of coke, and I've known that raspberry vodka goes well with coke.
So, I poured out quite a bit of vodka (I always like it strong) and then mixed the coke in.
Then I found out that the coke isn't coke, but chrysanthemum tea. Which...didn't bring out the taste of anything, so it was just...chrysanthemum-laced vodka, or vodka-laced chrysanthemum tea, whichever you choose.
It wasn't the best drink around. I mean, I love chrysanthemum tea, but it's hard to spell, and it doesn't go well with alcohol.
My friend said this once. You can choose to be an alcoholic, or a smoker, but not both. Nicotine nearly won this one, but I know I should never let any substance control my life. Except alcohol of course, because I've got it under control...
...I hope.
I'm done with this post. That's a really powerful song though. I love it a lot. One day I'll write a book about everything that happened to me when I was inside, my fantasies, and how I managed to survive.
I will write about the power and strength of the human mind. I will write it in a style reminiscent of "Going Bovine". I will earn money and become famous and burn the entire organization along with me. Because my motive in life isn't to build things but to break things, to break the facade so no one looks good unless they're really good.
And I shall stop gushing.
-- 7/22/2012 01:38:00 AM
Too ridiculous.
I don't want much from you, I just hope I can stop being so awkward and dysfunctional in front of you. Yet being awkward and dysfunctional is part of the attraction, because I'm hardly awkward or dysfunctional in front of just about anyone.
So now I have a problem--I cannot possibly hope to attract you when I'm an awkward child in your presence, but I won't be attracted to you if I don't feel like an awkward child. Weird huh.
I know in my gut that you're someone I'd want to keep, but I know I won't get to keep you, that you're not for me.
And I'm perfectly fine with that. Really. Now all I want is to stop being awkward. You don't have the rights to brag so long about me being head over heels for you. This is an outrage. An outrage that needs to stop.
-- 7/14/2012 08:58:00 PM
Quality Check.
I know I'll be single for a long time, not because I'm too attractive, but because I'm never bringing home someone that doesn't make the grade. I don't believe in the nonsense that a romantic relationship is only between the 2 lovebirds. No, the family is involved, that's why you don't bring fuck buddies home to pass off as homework.
I have a really nice family. And I don't want to have to bring too many girls home to show them only to break up with them later on. My family deserves only the best, and only the best deserves my family.
I say this because I know my family will shower her with love and attention, way more than the average family (I think).
That's why there must be a quality check, and my QC is stringent.
Why'm I even suddenly blogging about this? Oh, right. It's because I know now what I want, and a pretty face just won't cut it.
-- 7/08/2012 05:17:00 PM