Random Rantings of a Sarcastic Poet » boring

cravingoxygen — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 13:32:43 +0000

Yeah

Well, today was majorly boring. I resorted to pain during Maths to keep me awake. Now I have a bruised finger. We got on the subject of sponteneous human combustion and using different types of poisons to kill people without getting caught while we were discussing respiration during Biology. Dont ask me how we got from respiration to assasination. But assassination is way more interesting. Science wasn’t so bad. We discussed waves and stuff. And were bored for the other half of the period. I am very seriously considering taking books to school. To read during subjects like these. But whatever.

Leon is fine again. And back at work. And bothering me again. And digging through my makeup and then chasing me with mascara. I take back whatever I might have said about missing him or being sorry for him because h’e sick. I still keep my two rings in my pocket though : P

/me sighs

Enough with the small talk. I am so confused right now. *sigh again* But I will deal with it. I just need to think. And take deep breaths. And convince myself that everything is just fine. That always seems to have worked wonders in the past.

Heard a really cool phrase today in Science. It has to do with wave and wavelengths and stuff… area of zero disturbance. That could make such a brilliant poem, I’m thinking.

Listening to a mix of King & Queen by Wyclef Jean and Bleeding Love. They do something weird with the beat during the verses (of the Wyclef Jean song), but I love this song now. And I’ve always loved Bleeding Love.
/me rereads that sentence.
Okay. So that sounds weird. But whatever.
My favourite part of the Wyclef Jean song is: ‘If you run out of time, I will rewind time, if only to be with you tonight. Forever is never ever enough time…’
Beautiful beautiful.
/me smiles, but doesnt say what she’s thinking
Yeah.

/me smiles again.

I’m gonna go now. I really should start doing some of my homework.

You Happy Sarcastic Poet

cravingoxygen — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:23:00 +0000

So much for practicing piano.
/me sighs
I have that rare strain of boredom again…. so much I can and should do, but nothing that I feel like doing. I don’t want to go work. I don’t want to practice piano. I don’t want to eat, even though I’m pretty sure that I’m hungry… Don’t want to go poetry-blog-hunting. Don’t even want to go on PS.Strange how I was fine when I wasn’t blogging, but now that I’m writing again, I can’t seem to stop. Maybe it’s addictive. Like a drug. Or more like nicotine actually. Doesn’t give you a high, just makes you numb. Numb. All over. Maybe some hot chocolate will help.
/me reads that sentence again.
Oh help. Did I just say that hot chocolate might help against numbness? Then I definitely don’t have it together.
/me checks for a fever.
Nope, not that.
/me goes to make some hot chocolate anywayI have officially perfected the art of hot chocolate making. Almost as well as my two minute noodles. And since I have nothing better to do, I shall now post the instrutions here. And yes, in case you were wondering, this is pretty much the range of my cooking abilities. Apart from pancakes and toast.Hot chocolate:

First, one needs three specific types of hot chocolate powders: All Joy Hot Chocolate, Nestle Milo and Nestle Nesquik.

Get a mug, preferably not straight but ‘v shaped’ if you catch my drift. Like \_/ not |_|

Start boiling some water

Take a moment to grieve for the sanity of the person writing this while you wait for the water. Reread the sentence before the one telling you to boil the water if you don’t see a reason to mourn my sanity.

Put a really heaped teaspoon of the All Joy, a heaped teaspoon of the Milo and a regular teaspoon of Nesquik into the mug.

Fill the mug about three-quarters with boiled water (yes, boiled but not boiling. If it were still boiling you would end up with a cloud of steam in your face. You only want water that has recently been boiled).

Fill the rest of the mug up with milk

Stir

Add a regular teaspoon of sugar

Stir again

That’s it.

Now for the two minute noodles:

Put the kettle on so long

Get out the noodles, I prefer Maggi or Choice. Mostly because I can afford them and these instructions have been tested and developed (by me) specifically using these brands (I have been told that I eat too much two minute noodles. Rereading these instructions now, it seems as though those claims might not be so far-fetched after all).

Keep the noodles in the packet and take out a container. Preferably a huge mug or a triangular-shaped, micro-wave-friendly holder thingy of about 750ml.

Crush the noodles. Yes, into small pieces. Not into powder, but still into small pieces.

Empty the packet into your container and add the spices that come with it in the little shiny packets.

Add the now-boiled water to the noodles, taking care to ensure that there are no clumps of spices on the noodles. Add water until the container is about three quarters of the way full. No more, no less. Trust me.

Put the noodles in the microwave for exactly two minutes and fifteen seconds.

Leave the noodles in the microwave for about twenty minutes after the timer went off.

Grate some cheese into a plate and get out the salt and pepper while you wait.

Now you can take out the noodles and pour off the water until you have only a tiny bit of water left at the bottom. Too much water means that your cheese won’t melt properly. Too little means that your noodles will be dry.

Then you add lots of cheese, pepper and a tad of salt.

Wait for the cheese to melt.

Grieve for the writer’s lost sanity yet again

Enjoy your noodles

So there. Maybe I do eat too much two minute noodles, but what the hey. I make the best noodles around. Hm. Writing useless recipes actually helps get rid of boredom. Maybe I should patent crazy recipes as being a cure for that weird strain of boredom. I’d have to patent the weird strain of boredom first, though. If it’s even possible to patent an emotion.

Oh well. That’s it for now. Maybe I’ll post again later tonight. If I’m still in this unstable mood.
And yes, I know that this entire post was lame. Gimme a break. I’m still a vegetable at this stage.

You Local Unstable Sarcastic Poet

cravingoxygen — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:50:00 +0000

I feel numb, but pleasantly so. It definitely doesn’t feel like anything’s wrong. Maybe this is why teenagers are forced to go to school. To prevent them from becoming pleasantly numb vegetables (see last post).I know that I’m only writing in simple sentances and it might seem kinda weird, but I’m totally writing thoughts here, not a conversation or an essay, so what the hey.

Never mind that though. This is where I’m supposed to rant so that’s what I’m gonna do.
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Weird, now that I’m about to write, I can’t think of anything to write. Wonder why. Why is it that the moment you sit down to start writing, you strike a blank or the moment you scrape a couple of hours together for a nice, uninterrupted read, you can’t seem to get into the zone. Almost like when you want to show someone something, you can’t do it even though you did it a hundred times before. Yeah… the mysterious workings of the human mind.

Tell me something: am I the only one who wants to achieve something great in life? Why is everyone else happy being an average person at an average job with average friends?
I don’t want that for my life one day. I want to be someone one day. I want to make an impression on the world and the people around me. I don’t want to be average or do some boring work one day. I keep hearing about these brilliant people like scientists and mathematicians who do things like work at Plascon or test different soaps and foods. I don’t want that for my life.
I don’t want to have the qualifications and then do something boring. I want to be known and important. I don’t want to be a scientist and then test different foods. I don’t want to be a brilliant programer and then program vending machines or something. I don’t want to be a doctor and then monitor elderly patients (No offense meant against anyone by this). I, I don’t know. I just want more from life than the everyday. Maybe I’ve been watching too much tv or reading too many books, but I want something from life. I do not want my life to be normal or average. EVER!!! Maybe that’s just me, I don’t know.
Maybe this is some type of phsycological condition. Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard like that shrink said. But I wouldn’t be able to survive if my life were average. I would, I don’t know, turn into a criminal in
search for excitement or something. There are times when being a criminal mastermind has it’s appeal. I wouldn’t actually steal anything, I’d just steal it and then give it back. The problem is that if I get caught, I somehow don’t really think they’ll believe me. And anyway, if I do pull it off, no-one will mind me stealing stuff anymore since I keep giving it back anyway which kind of gives the whole notoriety thing less appeal. Since I won’t really be notorious, just considered crazy. Which defeats the whole purpose.
But I’m wandering away from the point here. Am I the only one who really wants something exciting from life? Are people like these really happy with their lives? I can’t understand it.
And since my life
has been relatively boring so far, I guess that’s why I game and why I read. Because I can’t bear te thought of being everyday, normal and average. Because when I read and game, I get to be someone else and experience things that I’d never get to otherwise.
I hate it when I analyze myself like that.
But there’s nothing wrong with that is there? I mean, what am I supposed to do when there is no way for me to solve a murder case or trek from one end of the universe to the other or be an infamous hacker or a notorious piratess? There are times when I seriously think that I was born in the wrong time period. I should have been born almost any time except now. I even missed Apartheid, that’s how dull my life has been. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not praying for a national disaster, or for Christians to become outlawed or for a war or to be kidnapped or anything. But still. I might not get to fight dragons or privateers in this age, but I can get a great career where I can do something almost as good.
Which is why I don’t get why people are happy with their jobs. Maybe I’m too imaginative. Or insane. Or just different. Maybe I read more than the average teen. Maybe I game more than the average South African teen that I know. I’m not being judgemental here, just theorizing.
Like I’ve said, my way of being adventurous would be to do something great someday. Maybe other people don’t like being adventurous. Or maybe they consider taking a different route home from work to be adventurous. I don’t know.I’m going to shut up now, stop theorizing and go back to being a depressedly happy vegetable.
See ya later.

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