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The truth in every person's knowledge is that they really don't know a thing. The more "knowledge full" a human being is, is directly related to and dictated by how great of a bullshitter they've become. So maybe knowledge is really the art of being able to bullshit your way through life and its little events...I don't know, this is all just bullshit anyways.
Mass Social Experiment - Cut out and stick this sign on any item of public infrastructure you might encounter today, including, but not limited to: elevators, garbage trucks, cranes, phone booths, toilets, ventilation units, escalators, entrances to subway stations. The aim is to achieve comprehensive social breakdown across the US.
I had a dream that infectious, white rats were taking over the city through cloths left on the floor - when the rats got to your legs, they had this ability to attach on, and then morph inside of your body - essentially turning you into a zombie, rat puppet.
I would like to officially announce that this spider dwelling in my home (whom I've named "Fugly") is a lazy, ugly, murdering bastard who uses people for anything he can get. Fugly - get ready to check out of Casa Del Teri - cause the bottom of my shoe is coming for you!
Realizing that the mundane daily task of going to school and studying, might be leaving me a little "boring" these days, I decided to pick up the book: This Book Will Change Your Life, by Benrik
I had a strange dream last night. I drempt that I was eating dinner with my mother at this lovely restaurant (somewhere in Fake Los Angeles). Suddenly, someone I know (who's represented to look like someone else in my dream), comes by our table and sneakily steals a bottle of Drambuie that we had bought for later, and winks at me. Obviously, nobody else in the restaurant notices, and no one seems to care when I say that he's stolen the bottle - so I tell my mother I'll be right back, and I streak out of the restaurant after him. Noticing that I'm barefoot, after I've been running across huge streets and up stairs near a freeway, luckily my feet don't seem to get cut or hurt at all. I realize that I recognize the area that I'm following him to, so I decide to call up one of my friends who lives up there. I ask him if the guy who stole from me lives with him, and he said yes - so then I tell him what happened and said that I'll be at his apartment soon. Eventually after winding through some fairly interesting areas (one in particular, right near my friends apartment, that resembles a Mardi Gras - but in an area compiled of mostly stairs and bridges (very French looking)). Anyways - I finally make it up to my friend's apartment, and the guy is there - I confront him, and everyone starts looking at me like I'm crazy, and that I have no business being angry with him. He finally admits that he's taken the bottle, but everyone there has already consumed it - so I demand he pays me $20 for it. He rushes back to his bedroom, and comes out holding a $10 - I tell him it's not a $20 - so he goes back again, this time he comes out with a $1 bill. This goes on for about 6 times where he keeps bringing the wrong bill out to me - and I finally stop and practically start to cry, and ask him why he's doing this to me. And then tell him that my poor mother is waiting alone at a restaurant, and has no idea if I'm alright or what's going on....this seems to strike a nerve in him, so (after I already have a $10 in my hand) he pulls out another $10 bill and I take off running through the madness of the Mardi Gras, back down the eternal stairs and past the freeway... I woke up before I reached my mother at the restaurant - but the whole dream left me with this strange feeling. A little empty inside - and feeling like I don't really have people's support at the moment. Hmmm - strange how a dream can do that.
It's been a while since I've posted here...and frankly, I shouldn't be posting now with all the work that I have to get done. It's been an insane semester at school - I'm taking 9 units this winter - which is essentially like taking 27 units a regular semester. I love all of my classes, but the workload has left me feeling a little "spread thin". However, I'm trying to embrace it, and realize that I've already completed half of the semester - only 3 more weeks to go I keep telling myself.
