observing my random psychology is kind of fun. the other day, when I ate mcdonald's (I'm not sure what possessed me to do that, I knew it was going to be nasty), I kept thinking about how nasty it was and all the gross things I'd read about in Fast Food Nation and I actually made myself feel sick. also, I've always hated getting a drink of water from the faucet after washing your hands because the water tastes like soap. even though I know it can't possibly and that it makes no logical sense, I can still taste the soap. I also don't like hand-washing dishes to use immediately, for the same reason.
I do not have enough money to get tickets to see coldplay live during their viva la vida tour. it is upsetting, but I am not distraught. in fact, I'm kind of blah about everything right now. take note, there is a crucial difference between blah and blegh. blah is indifferent, kind of like a tortoise that sits without reacting while annoying children shoot him with water pistols because the effort to get up and move two feet out of their reach is too great. blegh can be either that bug on the windshield that gave you a nice two inch streak of electric blue slime, or paris hilton. more commonly used in reference to paris hilton. I will never understand why, when hearing my name, men will invariably chuckle idiotically and say, "heh heh, like paris hilton?" yes, by automatically thinking of a nasty, attention-seeking, idiotic slut you are paying me a wonderful compliment that of course endears all of your sordid character traits to me, your instantaneous lover. yes, everyone, we fell in love over paris hilton's porn video.
I love the build-up before a storm breaks loose. the sky gets greenish and the wind starts blowing through the trees in multiple directions and you can hear the raindrops falling faster and faster. it's happening right now.
I'm going to go eat a salad.
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