Snark can be funny, but mean never is

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
— Sylvia Plath
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Is there anything that incites both your laughter and your discomfort? Perhaps a thorny opportunity you have the privilege of suffering from? A prickly advantage that makes your blood boil and sing simultaneously? An awkward gratification that fuels your ambition to become the person you were born to be?
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Nerdjacking:
In conversation, digressing into extreme and/or unnecessary detail about one’s passion (music, coding, gaming) to an otherwise uninitiated layperson, without awareness or acknowledgement of the listener’s rapidly waning interest or lack of understanding of the subject at hand.

-Clyde held Stella’s attention briefly, until he began nerdjacking the conversation by talking about World of Warcraft for 4 uncomfortable minutes.
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Hotel- temporary attitudes or ways of life; short term situation; relaxation; escape or separation from family or home situations.
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Ice- shows the dreamer as having “frozen assets” in a personal sense.
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Fire- passion; the process of growth or change in us that radically alters old dependencies and viewpoints; your vital energy.
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Lock- The emotions or physical tensions we use to keep others from “getting at us”, or to prevent fears from being expressed; the desire to keep something safe and protected.
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I had a dream last night that I was in a hotel/ mall for some kind of an event. At the end of the event everyone was attempting to leave, but there was a car accident…for some reason we were all driving on an ice skating rink. The accident cause a large fire, which killed seven people, but the authorities thought it was going to spread. I remember the smell of something burning, almost like the smell of burning bones. It was very creepy. When we returned everything was cleaned up, but a lot of people were  mourning the deaths of people. I also remember opening a box that did not belong to me, I kept trying to lock the box before anyone noticed that I had unlocked it. But I couldn’t, so I wrapped it in a sheet.
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I started “Water for Elephants” today, but was having a very difficult time staying awake.
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"Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all."
— Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)
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I have a fear of being pooped on by a bird. Like in the movie “Now and Then”, which I used to love. Snark can be funny, but mean never is. I save plastic containers, and occasionally toilet paper rolls. My older sister has been one of my greatest academic successes. I like to press all the noise making buttons in the toy aisle at the same time. I like to make collages. The dental assistant once told me I looked like Snooki… except she couldn’t remember Snooki’s name, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her it. I can touch my nose with my tongue. I consider this a talent. I have a “dog voice”, but I have an issue with “baby voices”. When I think an animal is super cute, I clench my teeth together very hard, it helps me express how I truly feel.  Pineapples irritate my taste buds. Occasionally I use “air quotes” when I speak. Excessive self promotion nauseates me. I find it totally unacceptable. My opinion makes the world a better place, but not necessarily a more intelligent one.  I encourage people to “fist pump”.
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I looked away for merely a moment. I don’t understand.
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THIS is why I love the Jersey Shore.  Because Snookie and J. Wow and Paulie D. and the Situation never lied to me.  They never pretended to be good, upstanding people.  They promised me promiscuity in hot tubs, drama, dysfunctional relationships, orange skin, douches and douchettes, thick Jersey accents, police intervention and questionable undergarments. And. They. Delivered. Secret #274.
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Goodwill was a success today: Amelie, Office Space, Amos Lee, Alkaline Trio, Pahluniak’s Stranger than Fiction. Nuff said.
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"I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we're grass--our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you're imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you're saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean?"
John Green
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June 19th-
Plotting your way to victory doesn't always guarantee success. Sometimes you have to go with your gut. Don't be afraid to take the less-traveled path. The pieces will fall into place if you let them.
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http://shitmyboyfriendsays.blogspot.com/?zx=62ae1144846447d4
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Things that turn: carousals, my head when you call my name, my chair, the dryer, my mind, seasons, waffles, the weather, sunflowers—toward the sun, cd’s and vinyl records, wheels and time, the lights on and off.
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It was then that I fell so hard; I knew I’d never want to leave.
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Over the years, I have become an expert in the art of falling.  There is no pre-work involved, as it is so unpredictable, you can’t really prepare for it.  I need not trip to fall. I have completely given up hope of trying to be one of those people that can catch myself.  I go down straight and pop back up like a hot piece of toast from the toaster, look around, assess the spectators and assure any of them that offer the obligatory “Ohmygodareyoualright???” that I am, in fact, fine.  I smile. I laugh.  I walk away quickly. I have many most embarrassing falling moments, but tonight Im going to reflect back on merely one from my first year in college. I was in my Intro. to Psychology test, and we were taking a final. When you completed the final you were to hand it to the teacher at the front of the class and leave. The building I was in was much like portables that were stacked upon one another. As I turned in my test I pivoted to the right and placed my heel in the cuff of my too long pants. Naturally when I tried to take a step I fell straight to the floor, no arms to brace my fall, because it was college and they were full of books. Not only was I one of the first students to finish the test, so I had quite the crowd of onlookers, but due to the portable-like structure, my body hitting the floor made a all encompassing echoing sound. I don’t think that I can properly describe the commotion of my fall. I popped back up and walked swiftly out of the room.
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"..It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill."
— Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things)
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I am known to walk around aimlessly for hours…with a purpose in mind but a destination rarely reached. I often picture things in my mind and try to find things/ make things that replicate these images. I’ve never created proper illustrations of these visions.
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I’m going to attempt to make this a donut-free weekend. So far, so good.
And most of all Happy Father’s Day to my Fada.