My favourite animal is the unicorn .
Unicorn !
Unicorns are very pretty!
They are like horses but more magical.
They have a horn and they can make flowers grow everywhere.
Unicorns eat cookies and puke rainbows. It's not gross because it's pretty.
I want one. A pink one.
He could sleep under my bed.
Unicorns don't poop so they are good pets.
And I could ride my unicorn instead of buying a car when I'm older.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Two more
I have two more imaginary people I'd like you to meet.
You all know Apple by now and by you all I mean all the google-boots that like to come to my blog and take a nap.
I like them, they are like very clean virtual pets that instead of dead mice bring you people looking for "having sex on a building", "difference between gender and sex" and my favorite: "cat depression makes me cry".
Now, I have two more imaginary people that want to play around. I'm starting to think that this three bedroom-blog is going to get very crowded. I might have to think about a second floor and more bathrooms.
Anyway, just to let you know that there will be a 4 year old Scarlet running around and a Willow learning to live with some very predictable house guests.
You all know Apple by now and by you all I mean all the google-boots that like to come to my blog and take a nap.
I like them, they are like very clean virtual pets that instead of dead mice bring you people looking for "having sex on a building", "difference between gender and sex" and my favorite: "cat depression makes me cry".
Now, I have two more imaginary people that want to play around. I'm starting to think that this three bedroom-blog is going to get very crowded. I might have to think about a second floor and more bathrooms.
Anyway, just to let you know that there will be a 4 year old Scarlet running around and a Willow learning to live with some very predictable house guests.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Banana Republic is the only way to judge!
So i'm testing Google Scribe. You don't know what that is?
Well... They describe it as:
"Do you ever find yourself writing slowly, staring at a blinking cursor or looking for words to express yourself? Today we are happy to announce the availability of the text suggestions and autocomplete feature of Google Scribe, which is graduating from Google Labs and can now be found in Blogger in Draft.
Google Scribe helps you write more efficiently by suggesting common words and phrases as you type."
I could not decide if that sounded like a really good way to improve on my laziness skills or if it would be as annoying as that little clip from Microsoft Word. Only one solution: try it!
So the next (red) lines are going to be written using the suggestions it gives me.
Recently I have been noticing that during the summer months there is a lot of heat. It's so hot that dogs are not really relevant to the present.
How can dogs eat the food that we eat and not eat it?
That is why I am so confused about the difference between dogs and humans.
The main reason why we should not stop thinking about how different we humans are from dogs with chronic happiness syndrome is our inability to balance competing interests.
Human are incapable of handling the complex dynamics of competition between interests. When we have several things we are really passionate about we become stressed because of the lack of time in our lives. Even more important we can not avoid becoming bored with our own conscience because we end up not being able to do any of the things we are passionate about.
Dogs, on the other hand, are perfectly happy with their multiple interests. They like to eat, play and sleep and they do it. All day long!
That's why dogs are better at being happy.
OK... that was interesting! It's quite challenging actually. It's hard to keep a coherent speech while it gives you several sugestions that are really weird.
The following (blue) lines are going to be written by simply choosing the first option it gives me.
Let us suppose that in the majority of cases the patient is still in a state of high alert. I'm not a fan of dark chocolate but I can not deny that I love quotes and sayings about life and icecream.
The first thing I saw was a bunch of people who share your desire to eat and visit with some of your readers.
I have a small amount of the tax year. I do!
Don't tell me that I could not vote for the best zombie! I can vouch for any zombie movie I have ever seen.
Furthermore the whole of each row of graphs in your life is not determined by your doctor.
Be sure to take a good look just like you would in a more general level of competence.
Please note that the same is valid for small values and the group of patients with gastric cancer.
Banana Republic is the only way to judge!
Oh, I'm in love with this new functionality. I'll be using it a LOT.
Well... They describe it as:
"Do you ever find yourself writing slowly, staring at a blinking cursor or looking for words to express yourself? Today we are happy to announce the availability of the text suggestions and autocomplete feature of Google Scribe, which is graduating from Google Labs and can now be found in Blogger in Draft.
Google Scribe helps you write more efficiently by suggesting common words and phrases as you type."
I could not decide if that sounded like a really good way to improve on my laziness skills or if it would be as annoying as that little clip from Microsoft Word. Only one solution: try it!
So the next (red) lines are going to be written using the suggestions it gives me.
Recently I have been noticing that during the summer months there is a lot of heat. It's so hot that dogs are not really relevant to the present.
How can dogs eat the food that we eat and not eat it?
That is why I am so confused about the difference between dogs and humans.
The main reason why we should not stop thinking about how different we humans are from dogs with chronic happiness syndrome is our inability to balance competing interests.
Human are incapable of handling the complex dynamics of competition between interests. When we have several things we are really passionate about we become stressed because of the lack of time in our lives. Even more important we can not avoid becoming bored with our own conscience because we end up not being able to do any of the things we are passionate about.
Dogs, on the other hand, are perfectly happy with their multiple interests. They like to eat, play and sleep and they do it. All day long!
That's why dogs are better at being happy.
OK... that was interesting! It's quite challenging actually. It's hard to keep a coherent speech while it gives you several sugestions that are really weird.
The following (blue) lines are going to be written by simply choosing the first option it gives me.
Let us suppose that in the majority of cases the patient is still in a state of high alert. I'm not a fan of dark chocolate but I can not deny that I love quotes and sayings about life and icecream.
The first thing I saw was a bunch of people who share your desire to eat and visit with some of your readers.
I have a small amount of the tax year. I do!
Don't tell me that I could not vote for the best zombie! I can vouch for any zombie movie I have ever seen.
Furthermore the whole of each row of graphs in your life is not determined by your doctor.
Be sure to take a good look just like you would in a more general level of competence.
Please note that the same is valid for small values and the group of patients with gastric cancer.
Banana Republic is the only way to judge!
Oh, I'm in love with this new functionality. I'll be using it a LOT.
Blogs to read
I'm trying to find cool blogs to read but I'm experiencing some difficulties.
The thing is I'm trying to get away from anything that's depressing or negative and apparently most people out there are only interested in writing about slitting their wrists and complaining about life in a very dark, murky, non-fun way.
I get it... and I totally understand that once a week you just have to give in to your emo-self and write a poem about how lost in the dark you are... but I don't want to read a blog where everything is negative and gloomy. It brings me down and i'm selfish enough to swim away from those.
But I'm going to be honest: I miss interacting with the "internet beings". I miss having a conversation. I miss commenting on posts and checking to see if I got some feedback.
Right now I only have three blogs that make me truly excited to see if they have new stuff on. I need more!
The thing is I'm trying to get away from anything that's depressing or negative and apparently most people out there are only interested in writing about slitting their wrists and complaining about life in a very dark, murky, non-fun way.
I get it... and I totally understand that once a week you just have to give in to your emo-self and write a poem about how lost in the dark you are... but I don't want to read a blog where everything is negative and gloomy. It brings me down and i'm selfish enough to swim away from those.
But I'm going to be honest: I miss interacting with the "internet beings". I miss having a conversation. I miss commenting on posts and checking to see if I got some feedback.
Right now I only have three blogs that make me truly excited to see if they have new stuff on. I need more!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The joys of being crazy #2 - Love
I often think about love. About how easy it was for me to forget all those ideas I had.
Not forget... I still have them, I just find them extremely unpractical.
Relationships were brushed from my mind because I believe I have become one of those people who can't live love in all that ideal fluorescence I thought I should.
I often think I don't deserve to be loved. (Excuse me while I paint my hair black and chose some emo clothes)
It's not a self-esteem issue. I think I have quite a healthy dose of that.
It's not because I'm not pretty or because I'm not interesting.
It's because I'm not all here. I feel whoever got me would feel scammed. A bit like the kid who gets the toy used as a tester at the shop... people have played with it over and over again and now the batteries are gone.
Ok... that sounds like I'm some sort of slut who has been used by many and that was not my point.
The point is I'm exhausted. Not only from having bad experiences but mostly from having to deal with myself and all my craziness.
I'm unworthy because I can't love according to my standards. I lost the innocence that you need to have in order to give yourself completely.
Now I can only connect with people if I'm confident I can hide all my twisted bits.
Honesty is no longer an option for me.
If I'm true to myself, it never was.
Not forget... I still have them, I just find them extremely unpractical.
Relationships were brushed from my mind because I believe I have become one of those people who can't live love in all that ideal fluorescence I thought I should.
I often think I don't deserve to be loved. (Excuse me while I paint my hair black and chose some emo clothes)
It's not a self-esteem issue. I think I have quite a healthy dose of that.
It's not because I'm not pretty or because I'm not interesting.
It's because I'm not all here. I feel whoever got me would feel scammed. A bit like the kid who gets the toy used as a tester at the shop... people have played with it over and over again and now the batteries are gone.
Ok... that sounds like I'm some sort of slut who has been used by many and that was not my point.
The point is I'm exhausted. Not only from having bad experiences but mostly from having to deal with myself and all my craziness.
I'm unworthy because I can't love according to my standards. I lost the innocence that you need to have in order to give yourself completely.
Now I can only connect with people if I'm confident I can hide all my twisted bits.
Honesty is no longer an option for me.
If I'm true to myself, it never was.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The joys of being crazy #1 - Convenient amnesia
Oh... remember those days when something bad happened and you wallowed in pain for hours and hours?
With "convenient amnesia" you can say bye-bye to all that.
Maybe I should give you some background story.
My parents must have dropped me on my head on I was little.. or I was abducted by aliens.. don't really know. The thing is as I grow older the loose stuff in my brain starts bouncing around, knocking things down making things that where properly screwed to the walls come undone and join the "on-the-loose" gang.. And the more things are rattling in my head, the messier it is.
I'm 27 now and I'm already at that stage where I completely forget pieces of my day because they were lived by some other me.
Sounds a bit tragic... but it's not.
It's very convenient!
You see... in my crazy mind I got myself stuck in a situation where I'm living with my ex. Our relationship was not healthy before and after 129 breakups (probably more) it did not improve.
So I open my eyes and I'm on the couch.
My wrist is hurting like hell and the house is silent.
I wonder if I'm alone... a quick check upstairs tells me I'm not.
My head hurts and I'm feeling kind of dizzy so I head to the kitchen to get something to eat and find my fridge completely cleaned.
The stupid thing was still covered in lame declarations of love this morning and now it's completely white. It was scrubbed clean.
It was something I wanted to do for a while but I have been putting it off because I don't deal well with change and normally it triggers a panic response but somehow it was already done.
I was not exactly sure I had done it but it fit my hurting hand ( scrub-scrub-scrub) and my dizziness (way too much nail polish remover).
Later I found out that my ex was angry... so that fit too.
I assumed that the reaction was because I had cleaned the fridge. Yes... we are not together but any step I take in that direction is met with disapproval and a look of betrayal.
Only at night when my ex came to me and told me "I'm so sorry for what I've done today" did I understand.
Something happened today that made me so upset I switched into "i'm-cleaning-this-frickin'-fridge-Rita" but because of my convenient amnesia I have no idea what it was. So I can not feel miserable about it *and* I have a squeaky clean fridge!
Win-win situation!
With "convenient amnesia" you can say bye-bye to all that.
Maybe I should give you some background story.
My parents must have dropped me on my head on I was little.. or I was abducted by aliens.. don't really know. The thing is as I grow older the loose stuff in my brain starts bouncing around, knocking things down making things that where properly screwed to the walls come undone and join the "on-the-loose" gang.. And the more things are rattling in my head, the messier it is.
I'm 27 now and I'm already at that stage where I completely forget pieces of my day because they were lived by some other me.
Sounds a bit tragic... but it's not.
It's very convenient!
You see... in my crazy mind I got myself stuck in a situation where I'm living with my ex. Our relationship was not healthy before and after 129 breakups (probably more) it did not improve.
So I open my eyes and I'm on the couch.
My wrist is hurting like hell and the house is silent.
I wonder if I'm alone... a quick check upstairs tells me I'm not.
My head hurts and I'm feeling kind of dizzy so I head to the kitchen to get something to eat and find my fridge completely cleaned.
The stupid thing was still covered in lame declarations of love this morning and now it's completely white. It was scrubbed clean.
It was something I wanted to do for a while but I have been putting it off because I don't deal well with change and normally it triggers a panic response but somehow it was already done.
I was not exactly sure I had done it but it fit my hurting hand ( scrub-scrub-scrub) and my dizziness (way too much nail polish remover).
Later I found out that my ex was angry... so that fit too.
I assumed that the reaction was because I had cleaned the fridge. Yes... we are not together but any step I take in that direction is met with disapproval and a look of betrayal.
Only at night when my ex came to me and told me "I'm so sorry for what I've done today" did I understand.
Something happened today that made me so upset I switched into "i'm-cleaning-this-frickin'-fridge-Rita" but because of my convenient amnesia I have no idea what it was. So I can not feel miserable about it *and* I have a squeaky clean fridge!
Win-win situation!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Feeling low?
When you feel like you are all alone and that no one cares about you leave your dog " accident" locked in a room for 3 minutes then open the door. You are instantly the most important person in the whole world.
Do NOT do this with a cat.
He will meow and scratch the door, begging to be let out... then you open the door and he gives you the "oh... it's you..." look and goes sit in the corner.
Do NOT do this with a cat.
He will meow and scratch the door, begging to be let out... then you open the door and he gives you the "oh... it's you..." look and goes sit in the corner.
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