Ms. Anonymous

Friday, June 10, 2005

Coincidence?

Do you ever feel like coincidences happen more often than not? It seems to work along the lines of murphy's law: "If something can go wrong it will go wrong." It seems like if a coincidence can happen, than it will happen. Flashlight batteries work when you are playing with them, but when you need them the batteries are gone or your roomate stole them. I went to blockbuster to rent a movie yesterday. It was an old movie and I doubt anybody has rented it in 10 years. But the day I want to rent it somebody else grabs it first. Or I'll be thinking about something driving in my car and all the sudden a song plays on the radio about the exact thing I was thinking about. Have you ever had a song stuck in your head and later you notice the person sitting next to you is humming the exact same song. I hope some independently wealthy idiot comes across my blog and funds some reseach on the topic. I'd be interested to hear the results.

Anyway, what I'm thinking about now is that I sometimes lay down and worry. Well more along the lines of regret than worry. I hesitate to say regret. I don't want to sound like those stupid guys who relive their glory days of highschool football and can't get back into reality. I detest those guys. Still sometimes I feel like things in my life didn't change for the better. My life has not turned out how I planned. I'm happy with my life but I often can't help but think it would have been better if it had gone how I had always wanted it to go. It is dangerous to lie down and think about it because I get up 3 hours later and realize how much time I wasted and feel even worse. Is this normal? It probably is. Isn't it...?

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

"You should have asked for Directions."

People are always making fun of guys for not asking for directions. blagh. I'm so tired of people making references to guys never asking for directions anytime somebody gets lost or even mentions getting lost. I don't think I can take it any longer. Guys not asking for directions is not the problem. I think it is hardly ever a problem. The problem is guys bragging about how fast they drive places.
I ask a simple question. "How long does it take to drive to the airport?"
What the guys heard was, "Who's driven to the airport fastest."
They all start bragging about how fast they did it.
"I did it in an hour and forty-five minutes."
"Well once I did 7 minutes faster."
"I used a short cut and shaved 3 minutes off of that."

Congratulations, you're all arrogant idiots. Who CARES how fast you can get to work or to church or to school? Do guys have to turn everything into a contest. Getting to the airport is about driving, not racing. Are you saving time? Is that it? Well if you care so much about saving time then why the heck do you spend all day playing Halo II instead of asking girls out on dates.? Sorry I'm a little upset right now. It has been such a hard day. Funny how I don't want to say anymore than that. I mean I am completely anonymous, but I still feel as if I don't want to portray any weaknesses. To be completely anonymous I'd have to not exist. You still know me. It is just me under a different alias. I wouldn't want people to think less of me under this alias just like I don't want people to think less of my given name. Wow. Saying alias so much makes me want to watch some tv.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

I'm here

I'm so excited!
Yay! my own blog. It isn't complete yet of course. I'll have to work on the template design and make it more acceptable. I assure you that this will be a good blog void of crude substanceless filth you find on some blogs. Yah my first link!!

Today's post is about chivalry. I was walking into the mall today just as two boys were walking out. I expected them to hold the door open for me since I waited patiently for them to get through the portal. NIETHER of them made the slightest effort to hold the door open for me. I had to practically dive through the doorway. I said, "Thanks for holding the door open you bastard." Then one of them had the nerve to turn his head around and he had an indignant look upon his face. How dare he? Who does he think he is that he need not be polite? Where does he get the nerve to be indignant when he has been given a well deserved reprimand?

Does anybody else miss the days of good old politeness? It really is in everybody's best interest to be polite. If you are polite than people like you. How can those jerks ever expect to attract a girl when they are so loutish? When you are nice to others they may be nicer to you. Had they held open the door for me, than I wouldn't have had to reprimand him and he woudn't have had to give me that mean look and we'd all have been happy. Except you because you wouldn't get a post. hehehe.