5 posts tagged “random”

Nothing adds that certain je ne sais quoi quite like a good and fitting title to a blog post.

One of the biggest factors for me not blogging is simply because I cannot think up of a decent title for whatever I write.

Odd, but true.

Sometimes, this brilliant idea pops up in my head, which I really want to say something about. As I sit, frantically typing away at the keys, I briefly pause at around halfway through. 'Crap, what should I call this?' I wonder aloud. With this sudden realisation that I have no answer to that question, I seem to suddenly shut down. My hands cease to move. My brain goes into what it calls the "Pondering mode", where ideas as well as criticisms are tossed around by the many odd voices in my head. Here is a typical example of one of my silent discussions in my head:

'How about _____?' suggests one. That would be my creative thought coming through there.
'Nah, that's stupid. Sheesh, what the hell's the matter with you? That shit will never work,' snaps what I call both my common sense and conscience. (Some people seem to envision an angel as their conscience, or maybe even a certain Disney-inspired cricket. Mine is a sarcastic and quick-tempered little... er, thing, that loves to insult me at every chance it gets. Lucky me.)
'Guys, can't we just get along? We'd probably get something done more quickly if we work together...' Another one of the little voices in my head. It's probably the peace-making one, that always tries in vain to try and keep the voices in my head in harmony. As usual, the voice's plea goes unnoticed and the rest of them begin to think randomly.
'I'm bored. I wanna play on my DS,' Boredom decides to throw out.
'I wonder if knives can be flammable?' This would be my inner pyromaniac talking. I usually ignore that one.
'I want to go home!'
'We are home, stupid.'
'... We are?'
"Ugh, just shut up! All of you!" I mutter in my head (Sometimes I accidentally say all of this out loud). "This is just a waste of time!"
'... You do realise that you're talking to yourself again?' my conscience replies snidely.
"..."

At this point I ignore it, realise that around 3 hours went by with nothing accomplished, shrug, turn off my computer and sleep.

My blog remains un-updated and neglected.

Hearing music at around midnight isn't really that scary.

... That is, unless the damn music plays without any prompting from you. Every night.

I have a stereo upstairs that inexplicably plays Beethoven's "Fur Elise" every midnight (Alright, so it isn't that unexplainable. The CD inside the stereo features classical music, but you get the point).

I'm quite sure that there is a reasonable explanation for this, and that it has to do with a timer or something. But hell, it is not a pleasant experience to be woken up to hear Fur Elise every midnight.

... I'm scared.

Fears that apply to me have a [x] next to it.

[x] public speaking
[] staying single forever
[] Rejection
[x] being a parent
[x] giving birth (Honestly, the thought of creating spawn from my DNA is scary in itself.)
[?] being myself in front of others
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[x] heights
[] dogs
[] fish
[x] spiders (The legs... so many legs... *Shudder*)
[] flowers or other plants
[] that Scary guy...
[x] being touched
[] fire
[] deep water
[] snakes (As long as I'm at a safe distance, I don't find them scary at all)
[] silk
[] the ocean
[] failure (Am already one. :> OTL)
[] success
[?] thunder/lightning (My relationship with lightning can be instantly summed up by lightning flashing, me going "HOMG MY HEART" and then staring at the window in anticipation for the next one.)
[] frogs/toads
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[] rats
[x] jumping from high places
[] snow
[] rain
[] wind
[x] crossing hanging bridges (Ties into my fear of heights quite well)
[] death
[] heaven
[] being robbed
[x] falling
[x] clowns (Street clown incident. Will never look at them the same again.)
[x] dolls (Only the Barbie-type ones. Those eyes... creepy eyes...)
[x] large crowds of people
[] men
[x] women (Not a huge fear, though I do fear them far more than men. Is it bad to be afraid of people of your own gender?)
[] having great responsibilities
[] doctors, including dentists
[] tornadoes
[] hurricanes
[] incurable diseases
[] sharks
[] Friday the 13th
[] ghosts
[] poverty
[] Halloween
[] school
[] trains
[?] odd numbers (I may have this fear, considering that I obsessively keep anything with quantity at an even number)
[] even numbers
[] being alone
[] becoming blind
[] becoming deaf
[] growing up
[?] creepy noises in the night
[] bee stings (Never been stung :D)
[] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[x] needles (Unless it's ME holding the needles... ohohoho)
[] blood
[] dinosaurs
[] the welcome mat
[] high speed
[] throwing up
[] falling in love
[x] super secret (Rather not say)

Final Total: 15 fears, 4... er... Question marks.

Wanted to do this just for the heck of it.

Oh, and in other random news, badges have been made for the french fries.

The inevitable photos would probably come later from Lisa. Maybe.

(And no, this is not a poor attempt at using a "Lisa" tagged post.)

(... More like an intentionally half-assed one.)

In an act of sheer brilliance stupidity, I have managed to prove that it is possible to get a papercut. From very blunt cardboard. And it stings.

.. Seriously, how is that even possible?!

... Especially since my assignment is due. Today. And it's 1.42 in the morning when I'm typing this.

Ah well. I already knew I lost my mind. This only reaffirms things.