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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

fats can make me bulletproof!

12.9.09

concrete streets work in nobody's favor.
when it comes to stopping falling items that is.
cats seem to suffer relatively little injury compared to their owners when jumping off a building.
so maybe,
because cats land on their feet,
and toast always lands butterside down,
we can construct a perpetual motion machine
by strapping a slice of buttered toast butter up to a cat's back.
when the cat is dropped,
it'll probably remain suspended in midair
and revovle indefinitely due to the opposing forces.
gravity is a mere nuisance to man.
to the mouse and any other smaller animals,
gravity presents practically no dangers.
drop a mouse down a thousand yard dry empty well,
on arriving at the bottom,
it just gets a slight shock and walks away.
a rat is killed,
a man is broken,
a horse splashes.
an insect,
is not afraid of gravity.
it can fall practically without any danger,
and cling to the ceiling with remarkably little trouble.

pizza party at cell today!
it was fun.
:DDD
two hours of worship can seriously damage your fingers for life.
if you're playing the guitar that is.
:B
before cell,
jer, jason, matty and i played our improvised version of soccer.
it's dangerous,
trust me.
then simon the retard said on our arrival to QUICKLY SHOWER IN FIVE MINUTES.
or he'll scrub us clean himself.
scary thought.
and we gotta be squeaky clean.
and five minutes meaning that all of us had to be done in five minutes.
demanding almostgrownupkid.
tsk.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.