All I Wanna Do Is [BANGBANGBANGBANG] & [$$$$] & Take Your Money..

Just so you know, I am suffering from an insane bout of insomnia, and cannot be held responsible for any nonsense that may offend you.

Right. Excuses made. Now to the good stuff!

Okay, I shall rant about Valentines Day. Bit late, but who cares. It was such a sucky day for me, and deserves to be bitched about.

However,I know that all of you may disagree with me when I say that Valentines Day was only created to:

A) Celebrate your love for all those near and dear to you
B) buy them thoughtful little presents to fully highlight the fact
C) Appreciate the love that you are surrounded with.

...

PAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I hope you really didn't think that I was saying that shit. I'd rather shoot myself instead.

Hell- to be honest, I think V-Day is grossly overrated. All it does is:

A) make Hallmark & such companies richer than they already are. And it's not like the card-artists who actually MAKE the cards are the people who benefit. They get only a teeny-tiny fraction of the total income collectively.
Man, I almost forgot the damn chocolate companies! JESUS H. CHRIST! Those people might as well make chocolate with money in it, since they're so over-loaded with the stuff! (Lamest thing I could say. But I've suddenly run out of steam.)

B) Okay, fine- the people with significant others might have a great time & all, but what about us poor losers who're all alone with absolutely no chance of scoring a date? I am actually surprised that the suicide rate doesn't rise that much on V-Day, because hell- I felt like killing myself (metaphorically. Because that's just too emo.). The loneliness, well, sucks.

C) You can barely go out anywhere!!!! The air is too thick with all the luuuurve.
*gags audibly* & all the restaurants are packed with lovey-dovey couples & all you want to do is throw a cream pie at their faces (What is it about cream pies that make you want to throw them at someone? They must not taste very nice, I guess.).

But then again, there is the odd scene where the girl(/guy?) gets all tearful/angry/hysterical & throws her drink at her(/his) date (no jokes! I've actually seen this happen in real life. & here I thought cliches were for the movies. -__- )


I could go on & on. But now I fear that all of you who actually like V-Day might hunt me down & try to kill me (To which I say: Join the queue, bud.), so I shall shut up now.

Keep the peace!

Dancing Pigeons & Theories

Haha, the funniest thing just happened!

Well, you know me nahh. I tend to go a little psychotic sometimes (Sometimes? Hmm. Try often.), & I do wierd & random stuff.

So, today, I was dancing to 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga (It gets me hyperactive, at least for now.) & all of a sudden there's this tap on my window, & I'm like 'MOTHERF... THE MI5 ARE HERE TO PERMANENTLY SILENCE ME!" & then I started praying, & asking for forgiveness for that one time I stole a ginormous jar of cookies & ate them in one go.

..Aaaand it turns out to be a pigeon.

But that wasnt the wierd bit! The pigeon started BOBBING IT'S FREAKING HEAD IN TIME WITH THE BEAT!

Man, normally I hate pigeons- But this pigeon is TEH SEX! WHO CAN DANCE!

Well, okay, it cant dance. But it BOBBED IT'S HEAD! That has to be the smartest pigeon I have ever met.
Well, I cant say 'met', can I? It's not like I suddenly went upto it & shook its claw & said 'Hi, Pigeon. You've got fab moves!' or something.

But that made me think. Do animals dance? I mean, do they even recognise music?
& I'm not talking about the Disney animals who not only dance, but sing & rule in absolute monarchy over 'all that the sun touches' (See: Lion King. I love it. xD )
But, I mean real animals.

Huh. I have some major testing to do on my dog (If that lazy fat-ass actually gets up & doesnt flop back down in 5 seconds.).
But then, animal testing is wrong. Elle Woods enlightened us all of that fact.

Guess it will remain an interesting if slightly ignored mystery for ever more.

Unless someone take in interest in all I have to say, & finds the solution. But like most geniuses, I'll be dead by then- so I wouldnt know.

[Too frazzled to think of a good title]

You know how it is when there's this certain day where you feel that nothing can go right?

Yeah. Imagine a whole year or more of that.

& I do mean that absolutely NOTHING is going right. It's been such a disasterous year already. A fresh new batch of problems to add to last years miserable, old ones.
Forget the whole optimistic crap. I'm back to whining, & if you don't like it & can't "put up with it", I suggest you go do whatever the hell you want to, & never return- instead of getting me to shut the hell up.

Because I won't.

You know why I won't? Because I'm a born whiner. Okay? I whine. It's the only thing I have going for me. Usually, I would whine to the peope I love, but since they can't take it, I whine to myself. Because that is all I know how to do. I don't have the freaking courage to actually solve the problem, but I do the next best thing. You don't need me to repeat the word again, yes?

& yes, it may not be a very admirable quality. & yeah, I can be very stubborn & annoying.

But that's who I am. I mean, it's not ALL of me- but it's part of the whole package. Unfortunately- or fortunately- nobody is perfect. & I am pretty damn far from it.

But I'm not going to change who I am just because a few people can't stand it. Okay, I'll try to cut down, but it'll never go away completely. & you can't expect me to do that. You can't expect me to change who I am just because you don't like it, & it pissed you off. There's the good AND the best. It's either both or bust. Take it or leave it.

Because if someone tells me to shut up one more time... It won't be very pretty. Trust me on that.

Do fresh starts exist...?

...No, but I'd like to think so.

Because that's what I'm doing now. Starting fresh. I got a completely differant hairstyle, & I like to think I'm a completely differant person from who I used used to be. A better one. Lets call the new me Sashi 2.0 .
See, I have this daydream. Sashi 2.0 is an ultra-cool ,uber-smart, supermodel-ish person, & she goes around acting as if she owns the world. & she does, practically. The people she doesn't like & who dont like her dont stand a chance HERE. She will KICK THEIR ASSES.
(Sometimes, I have a daydream about the real me kicking HER ass for being a too-perfect unicorn. But that's another story.)

Well, obviously my daydream is not going to come true. & I wont LET myself get all pompous like that. Buuuuut, she's a good role-model. I'm working towards that. Not that I'll achieve it, but hey. We all need something to push us on. For me, it's the idea of an upgraded version of myself (amongst other things.)

See? I'm moving on. I never thought I would, but I am

Note:

Well, as I've just been made aware of, a whole lot of stuff has been happening while I was gone. Involving this blog. Well, one post of it anyway.

Just so all of you know, I was only kind of exaggerating. Okay, I was really exaggerating. She's not at all a skank. In fact, she's one of the nicest people I know. & that stuff about, like, him. I was a bit mean. He's not so bad, i guess.
But hey, I was pissed off. For good reason.

But now, I guess it doesn't matter. The damage is done & all. But I'm not too upset. Because this whole experience has taught me who my real friends are. & I'm thankful for that, I guess. All that I have & those I rely on, I'm thankful for.

& I think that's how it should be.

Hellooooo...

Well, I'm back. & happier than ever.

I know I've been annoyingly depressing so far. It's all apparently a 'tragi-comedy' according to my buddy Aisu. I agree. O_o

So my New Year's resolution (wayyy too early, I know. But sooner the better.) is to be more optimistic. It's gonna be pretttty hard, but I'm getting there. Starting RIGHT NOW.

Anyway, just logged on to say MERRY CHRISTMAS & A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I know most of you are probably atheists/pessimists/downright scrooges but still. It's not the rituals that counts. It's the love. I'm a little low on that now, but I'm working on that.

Keep the peace, people.

Like hahahahaha... What? Oh.

Well here I am. What left of me.
God that was emo. OKay, NO emo. I hate emos. Unless it's my one & only Sexy Emo.
But I'm straying off the topic.

Well- believe it or not- I started this blog with the honest intention of saying something worthwhile. But I think I forgot.
This wouldn't be the first time.

Oh yes. I am unintentionally suicidal.

No I'm not. WTF. I cant believe I said that. That is EMO. I do not LIKE emo.
But if this is so, WHY are emo thoughts running through my head? Okay so big deal: My ex left me in his dust as he moved on to bigger & better things in life. Whooo hooo. Big whoop. I'm happy for him, really. I mean, that proves that he's not as pathetic & 'immature' as I am.

But seriously: where the hell does that leave me? Am I the ONLY retard who didn't move on? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! Seriously. Am I forever destined to sit in this rut six feet under & just look up at everyone moving on, wondering what it would feel like to be happy again? Are you freaking kidding me?! Does the big ruler-dude REALLY hate me as much as he/she seems to? What the HELL did I DO?!!?!

I dont even know why I'm posting all this here. It's not like anyone cares, right? Nobody's actually reading this, yeah? I'm just talking to a virtual wall here?

Oh, great. More questions. JUST what I needed.