Daily life
So This Is Me... - Days 10 and 11: Theoretically
So This Is Me...
Day 2: A Word On Words
Days 3-6: Undercover
Days 7 & 8: Dictionary Definition Loser
Day 9: The Visible Mantle
Days 10 and 11: Theoretically
Days 12-22: Geekitis
FOR EDON AND ANDREW
Days 23-25: echo
Days 25-31(?): One Leap Ahead, So Close...
Days 32-36: Lonliness is Living Death
Since You've Been Gone
Freedom
Stereotypes and Stereo News
One Thing


So my room is semi-reassembled now, and it looks more fantastical than my head could ever create. It seems like a dream, and I can finally see myself pacing the (no longer reeking or yellow, yay!) floor as my mind races, writing the novel that I plan to go to college on (Will not reveal a title yet, considering its rather shamefully tiny size as of now, but what does the n in now stand for but novel?), and imagining the thousand ways to confess my love. But most of the time, I'll be doing the second one, or pondering one of my many anthropological theories.
Ever since I became an outcast, I've dreamed of a way into the glass box of normality. But glass has a funny way of looking thinner than paper when it's really 6 inches thick and greased. Now most of you are thinking, just open the door, but it's not that simple: they want a password, a rite of passage, something they can use to dye their glasses a shade rosier to let them overlook your weirdness. And I guess I just hit the glass too many times to remember why I want in in the first place. But before I hit it too much, I wanted in so desperatley that I though that if I knew enough, I couuld break the glass, or climb over it or jump or whatever my insane head thought I could do. So I studied them, the people in the box, for a long, long time, how they grouped and talked, what they did for fun, whatever seemed important to breaking the glass, I guess. And after years and years, I got good at just watching, and watching so hard that i forgot for a while, where I was, and didn't notice how they stared, how they tried to reach out. Yes, I lied, Miguel, Belen, and Eligia, it wasn't their fault that I left; It was mine. Now I've hit the wall enough to notice again, though, and now I see it, and I forget what to do and what to say, and I go back to what makes me forget about it.
One of the things I came up with when I studied anthropology as I later understood it was called was The Theory of Ugly. This basically states that ugly is a nonexistent concept that is created in your head just like superstition. See, each human being percieves the world different than any other human being. And our minds augment that with all the weird things it does to make us see the world like we do(just google"functions of the brain", but my advice to the squemish and easily grossed out: DON'T). Now each of us having these unique perspectives, we each interpret abstract concepts differently. And what is and abstract concept and not an adjetive, sorry Brittanica, ;( ? Ugly! So since every person interprets abstracts differently, ugly can't exist as an adjetive due to its shifting deffinition. And if this theory is entirely correct, which I am sure it is, the second part of this theory states that the same rule applies to beauty.
I know, I know, geekopolis, but if you really think about it, I've achieved the impossible: optimism and pessimism on the same subject. Also, I do believe that qualifies as complete genius for just a mere writer in the monkey puzzle of weirdness known as middle school.
I just wish the rest of the world knew about The Theory of Ugly. I mean, it would take loads of s*** off the back of the world if we all knew that shallowness is just being overly superstitious. In fact, since nayone in the world can read this I'll give you this in the bigger picture: What if this applied to more than just looks? What if there was no such thing as hate or love, weird or normal, good or bad? What if we all just stopped for a moment and thought aobt our perspective and took everything abstract out of it? What would it look like? Yes, there would be some havock, but is it worth the removal of all the things our minds force us to see through the glass wall of absracts we've made after all these years of life?
Enough with the though-provoking, no doubt I've blown more than a few minds today. So, two major things going on. The first thing is in my mouth, a cavity I believe. See, I hate the dentist, haven't been in years. But my mother, who is afraid of the dentist for reasons that may frighten some of our younger viewers, and I have struck a deal: If she goes, I go, and since she hasn't gone in more years than I've been alive, I intend to keep my promise. Well, I mean, if I can somehow access some Spanish or words of some kind, I'll be fine.
The second is something my BAF said. She thinks that ther's a shot Benicio likes me! And I've been thinking, is there a shot he could? The possibilities run miles of pages, but I pray for only one.
But after all, a wise woman once said:
"Madness is genius. Imperfection is beauty. And it's better to be absolutely riddiculous than absolutley borring."
(--Marylin Monroe)
Thanks, Marlyin, I think we could all learn a lot from you.
(Don't believe me? Google "Marlyin Monroe quotes")
So this is me, the genius, signing off.
(P.S. Going to the lake tomorrow for the day, tell you all about it:)


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| So This Is Me... | Day 2: A Word On Words | Days 3-6: Undercover | Days 7 & 8: Dictionary Definition Loser | Day 9: The Visible Mantle | Days 10 and 11: Theoretically | Days 12-22: Geekitis | FOR EDON AND ANDREW | Days 23-25: echo | Days 25-31(?): One Leap Ahead, So Close... | Days 32-36: Lonliness is Living Death | Since You've Been Gone | Freedom | Stereotypes and Stereo News | One Thing |
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