It has always been true that "nobody" is perfect. And that we all work to be "somebody" in life, which is pretty contradictory if you ask me. But one of the things that seriously round my mind is... what are we until we become that "somebody"?... are we nobodies?... therefore would we want to leave that state to become just "somebody" in life.. instead of being a PERFECT LIVING NOBODY?...
I, for sure could care less about ambitions like those. I guess I am what I am today, and that's just fine for this day.. and I am where I am today, which is here and now, doing this and no, I feel no pity, remorse or guilt about it.
It doesn't take long to achieve another goal. Or much. You do that everyday.... You made it through waking up!, you made it to the bathroom!, you made it to work!..(in some cases some people don't.. but oh well)... so on and so forth, so it isn't really about becoming.. it's about a precise NOW.. and a blurry then...
And it usually is blurry for me cause I just suck BALLS on guessing what's best for me, though I'm pretty good at guessing for others. I usually don't make mistakes on those, though one or two I have, can't say I'm a freaking witch now, but seriously... when you're 25, done smoking, done drinking ( at times), on your way of being done cursing and working in your room as an office, man! you get to spend so much time alone you start thinking about all the possible options for this... future.. and the moment you least know it... you're blinded by "illusions" instead of "realistic posibilities"... = My life now. And that's totally irrelevant to what I really wanted to write about, but I don't really care, so read it or die.
Besides working on a magazine, new look, new everything, there's nothing exciting to tell but the hedious decision I finally took...
getting a twitter account.
Yeah... and look at it!.. all pink just laying there on my screen like it's something important. Apparently it is..I'm hecking writing about it. But! to my redemption, It wasn't as "stoopid" (love some songs of that band slighlty stoopid soo.. ).. and easy for me as I think it was supposed to be. User friendly?... my ass.
I am not a retard.. I can easily go around this little social networks, from the cheapo woome.com, to the whore of all social networds.. facebook... soon to be replaced by this lovely "escort" (Imma call it this way for now cause it's still maintaining some standards).. Twitter!, but my entrance to the twitter world was a bit difficult not only cause I didn't know how it all worked, but cause it does not offer me as many options as I would like? but still everyone else is pimping it for a dallah!, so yeah.. moi, as a good old sheep at times, had to go there and see what is this all about.
REVIEW TIME:... it is indeed a bit addictive once you get to know your ways around it.
You start like: Oh fack, ok.. uhm.. where the hell is the status thingy?.. oh right .. here, ok.. *type* "hi, I r new n diz thing, ppl plz talk 2 me" (depending on how lame you are)... Then you go, ok, profile - Bio-.."Hi, I'm fcktardwithnolife, i love hot dawgs (strikin ur cheapo ganster lingo), i luv sunsets and some other bs nobody cares about. Then little by little, you start customizing your account, to the point where.. in my case, I went to PS (which i dont open unless i really think is necessary).. to reduce an image just so it would look all nice in my background. Not saying it's all bad, but seriously I thought I was done with social networking? but here I am again caught up in Twitter now. This time I even want to actually activate my celphone plan just to twit from my cellphone too. That never happened with Facebook....
Point is, I've had only what?, 2 days in Twitter and I'm already excited about the possibilities only cause I know I can actually talk to celebrities!!! haha... isn't that amazing?, to connect with those you admire?... yeah, kinda lame too but still it's what really made me create one account. To be honest.. JARED LETO was my main reason!... and now I'm even blogging about it. Am i not such a GURL?.. haha... whatever....
ok I think I'm at my glory point of self pity... for even being happy about this.
I should go back to work, It's only 4 days till deadline, I deliver my product, then I focus on thesis again, then I present it, then I leave this country and hopefuly breed somewhere with a nice male specimen, and finally die with little perfect nobodies screaming "mommah don't leave me"....
sounds like a plan! peace! <3
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