You might call this "spring cleaning". . .

If, in fact, it was Spring. Which is obviously isn't. BAH. Today it was snowing pellets, little particles not unlike bits of styrofoam packing, or even hail. Damn.

In my head, it is a well established fact that no real work can get done after lunch. The only work that can occur is that which one gets paid for, and also work that is not practical or useful. So today I call your attention to my re-vamped links section. I've dropped Kat's link (since apparently you need a password to read it (according to Sprite)and she never provided me or some of you with it.) I've also added Andy, Sean, and Cari, so please partake of this new convenience!

Sitting at lunch today, I though alot about why some people bug me now, as opposed to in years past. I mean, maybe I'm just getting older and crankier. Maybe I'm just goddamn tired and want some peace without having to listen to people impress eachother with their knowledge of "the english language." Or maybe I have just finally let myself not like some people. I used to think that I should like everyone if possible, as long as they were nice to me. Because what did they ever do to me? I know it sucks to be unliked. I've been there, many many times. But I'm just sooo freaking tired of hearing people talk out of their ass with a tone that says "aren't I smart? We know soo much more than the cool people."

It's the main distinction I've been able to make to eliminate the ramblings of Sam, Dave, Ben, James, myself, and many others from this category: that when we talk about weird shit, nobody is getting high off the idea that we are SOOO clever. I don't find them annoying. And I don't find EVERYONE annoying. It's just that. . . it's really tiring. I LOVE being weird. I like talking about weird ass stuff, like why and how Sam might take over France, and why he would do better to take over some South American country instead. So if anyone get's pissed, I'd just like to say that NO, you will not categorize me as unsympathetic of the need to be weird. Some people have got to learn that you don't have to dress strangely or profess how "creative" you are or anything to really be weird. Oh, and just because you talk about sex loudly and often doesn't mean that the quiet kid in the corner is less kinky than you.

For shit's sake, I am not about to become part of somebody else's little show to get more friends. Constantly, I am reminded that if I want to hang out with some people, I'd have to pay the toll with some apparently requisite attention-giving that some folks require. And I'm just not for that. Frankly, I'm not sure why so many people put up with it. Well, I know why I do. Because I'm too tired and busy to start shit. And deep down, am I being a hypocrite? Probably. But I really don't care :) The fact is, I get depressed that there aren't more people that are just weird and funny; I get depressed that there aren't more people I'd want as friends.

But I'm so thankful to have the friends I do have. You folks have such low tolerances for B.S., that I envy the hell out of you.

In other news: I'm sleepy.