2002-02-13 - 1:07 AM
You Do So (Silly Me)
lLyricalCloudl: oh, my God
lLyricalCloudl: damn I'm single
lLyricalCloudl: hahaha
lLyricalCloudl: and the uncut horror of that fact is realized
HuNeEcHuLa: it's all good
HuNeEcHuLa: being single is hot
lLyricalCloudl: not when you've been it for 18 years
lLyricalCloudl: i'm tired of being a "player"
lLyricalCloudl: i want to settle down with somebody i can name a star after
HuNeEcHuLa: hheheh
HuNeEcHuLa: i'd say awww.. but that's too cliched
lLyricalCloudl: i'd say you're smarter than three-quarters of the female population
HuNeEcHuLa: oh don't be silly
HuNeEcHuLa: i'm really not, hehe
HuNeEcHuLa: my boyfriend says i'm ditzy
lLyricalCloudl: that's ok, my mom says i'm a mistake
lLyricalCloudl: hahahah
lLyricalCloudl: oh, shit
lLyricalCloudl: that really made me laugh
HuNeEcHuLa: oh man
lLyricalCloudl: how sad is that
HuNeEcHuLa: forreal? or just as a jokee?
lLyricalCloudl: a joke, but i wouldn't be surprised if my parents really think that
HuNeEcHuLa: -=\
HuNeEcHuLa: that's terrible
lLyricalCloudl: if i WAS a mistake, i'm glad i was...cuz now i'm here on earth...if i wasn't, then all the better
lLyricalCloudl: so it doesn't matter, i guess
HuNeEcHuLa: yes.. logically
HuNeEcHuLa: but
HuNeEcHuLa: i'm still glad you made it
HuNeEcHuLa: =)
lLyricalCloudl: hehe, why? so i could bring you a single laugh every week and a half when i decide to IM u...that's something i'm sure u could go on living without
lLyricalCloudl: <=0P
HuNeEcHuLa: heheh don't be silly
lLyricalCloudl: it's my calling to be silly, hehe
...
Indeed, it's my calling to be silly. Perhaps I may act as the beacon of humorous light, amidst the bland terrain of dull suits and ties, that fill up the world, oh so much. Perhaps I may be the gut-laugh soaring through the echoes of "Mayo on white. Delish." Perhaps I may be that damn instance, when you're at a stop light, then start to go, only because you were fooled by the lane next to you, moving because they had the green arrow to make a turn - meanwhile, you're still waiting at the red. Perhaps, that's me, and my calling to be silly. A man of muse and a human of humor, "It isn't just a rumor; it can give you a tumor." Or maybe it's just my calling to tell things how it is, and life's funny enough as it is, that the raw truths about it could really make you laugh. I mean, if you think about it, the funniest stand-up comedians are the ones who just point out honesties of our world that we never vocally realize ourselves, so we laugh when we hear it from somebody else - or at least, hear it out loud.
And do you wanna know the truth? The whole truth, and nothing but the truth?!
Contrary to what some think, I'm not gay. So feck off (not that there's anything wrong with being homosexual, it just sucks being thought of as something you're not - I mean, if you're a singer, and people think of you as nothing but an actress, you know what I mean).
Anyways, on to a not-so-random and a not-so-similar vein, my hair's getting quite long. It's taking forever to grow it out for cornrows, seeing as it was so short before. But I guess I just have to wait it out - I'll probably go through stages of hairstyles before I get to the length of cornrows. I'm at the "Anything goes" style right now, which will lead up to the "Leo DiCaprio" style, and then to the "JC Chasez" style (that long, wingy one), and ultimately to cornrows. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I SHALL have it, damn it.
I'm getting sleepy now, so I guess I should finish this up. I'll update later on today, hopefully - edge up on some thoughts that are still lingering about in my mind. And I need to get 'em out. I mean, it's not good to leave those things just lagging about in your head - they spring cobwebs and collect dust after awhile. So good night, Journal. You take care, stay safe, and God bless. May we all enjoy the most endearing of enchanted dreams tonight - the most splendid conversation with Morpheus.
But yes, I should go to bed.
And as I would tell anybody else, I shall tell myself...
"You do so."
