Long time, no talk.

30 Mar

Sorry to readers like Wilson (I’m sure there are many of you who are just super devoted to reading this blog like he is) who check daily and see that my posts are unsatisfactory, lacking, or nonexistent.

But I doubt Wilson even reads anymore because he has better things on his mind.


I finished my behind-the-wheels today! About time. It took me like 7-8 months. I’m so lazy. I don’t know why I’m so lazy.

One of my friends reminded me in middle school that you will always have your friends. Guys will come and go, but don’t alienate the people who were there for you, are there for you, will be there for you. Something important to consider now that it’s springtime and, apparently, also mating season at my school.

I’m content with my life right now. I don’t know if I’m happy, but I’m not suffering either. Just content. Neither this way nor that way.

The other day I was talking to my friend about what I’ve observed about high school. I’m super jealous of people who have things figured out by high school but I could care less for people who have things figured out in high school. There’s a difference. A huge difference. People who have things figured out in high school think they’re the shit. They do stupid things because they think they’re invincible. They just are generally obnoxious and unnecessary. (Like this one girl I saw afterschool the other day. She walked up to a bunch of these asian freshmen chicks and she’s like, “do you guys go to irvine high?” Duh, they did. NO, they just happen to be leaving school at the same time as you but they’re actually in elementary school and just went to school right when the bell rang to walk off campus and look like high school students… it’s like, wow, shut the fuck up.)

The people who have things figured out by high school annoy me, only because I’m very envious.  I can name more than one too. I don’t know. Like I have a path and I know what I want, but I still feel like I don’t have things as decided for me. And things definitely don’t come easily to me. There are many people who think I’m an idiot and I kind of agree. Oh well.

I’m not even self-deprecating in the sense that I do it to not appear arrogant. I do it because I don’t think I’m the best. Though when I do, I’m very vocal.

I totally lost track of what I was talking about.

The other day I went to rent Precious from redbox at my local albertsons. This story is so aggravating that I do not even want to retell it in great detail. Let’s just say that this BITCH and her daughter decided to take 15 minutes to rent a movie when they saw a line of 5+ people behind them, and they took the last copy! And I showed my displeasure alright. I was very, very obvious in my displeasure.

One of my friends says she was diagnosed as mildly clinically depressed. I was surprised.

The only thing I know about mental illnesses is the rule of thumb: If you say that you have it, you don’t have it.

It’s hard to imagine that some of the bubbliest and happiest people may be slightly depressed. Either the psychiatrist/psychologist/other form of shrink is crazy, or maybe it’s right. These things are always so tricky.

P.S. Rorschach tests are the biggest piece of bullshit on the face of the planet. If you ever see a shrink who tells you to look at one and tell them what you see, say that you see an ax-murderer clown raping an elephant. “Butterfly” is such a stupid answer by this point that if you say you see a butterfly, I would diagnose you as stupid.

I would really like to be a psychiatrist in the future.

I don’t think anything in the world can possibly be more interesting.

I hope this suffices as a long, satisfying read.

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