Seems like a good day to GO KICK ASS!

27 September 2010

This Title Has Been Removed By Chuck Norris

... along with other things, as you come to realise when you regain consciousness in a house filled with bodies in different poses of decomposition, the morning after an eventful night of which you're somehow sure you lack the memory of key moments. The pizza slices that now feel like shoe soles, the pile of shoes that now smell like pizza slices, the tranquility of a sunny morning in a room with your friends, the tranquility of a sunny morning being ruined by the snoring of your friends, misplaced things, missing things and things you wtf discover for the first time around... all indicate one thing: you have to go rampaging with a ghostbusters size vacuum cleaner in this bitch. Also, exam period is over.
After nights filled with haunting hours of memorising, revising and finally forgetting everything right before I went to bed, the torture is over. The agonizing battles against tones of exam material and the struggle to overpower my mortal flesh (and its tendency to get bored quickly) had to of course take place at the same time with developments of apocalyptically retarded proportions in my personal life. HOHO I JUST SAID PERSONAL LIFE!.. but yeah, whatever hibernating personal life one has during exam periods anyway.
You know how we all have that one person who is bitch haunting us forever and ever either because we were a prick to them -despite mutual liking- or they were a prick to us -despite mutual liking- or especially because we both were a prick to each other, despite mutual uberliking, + there was a bunch of things left unsaid? There was this guy about 2 and a half (?)/ three(?) years ago who had been part of the eX-files until now, considering we didn't communicate at all since then. Apparently he woke up from the coma, cause in an ultra U.F.O. status relevant move, he reappeared on the general map of life and alternate endings by going all Predator status pursuer. It is true that back then I felt like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtIdjRMAMMw when it was over. It is also true that this type of song is quite
passé in my ~Experiences Thread~ now. During the past months, all the amount of changes Obama ever promised has happened to my weird shit of a life. Now, the modus operandi is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEhutIEUq8k
So, fuck expired love. Karma is a bitch; So am I. You just got shot down, son.

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26 September 2010

Luck Rhymes With Nice Words

Even a clock that doesn't work is right twice a day, so many great things should be accomplished twice a day by mere predictable luck triggered by complete failure in the regular sense. In other words, if you become an anomaly in the particular system you are interested in, your chances to succeed will be without competition because no one else will even try succeeding as an anomaly. No shit, being original in the era of global wide-spread information is hard, but the main thing about it is that being original means being dynamic (unless you want to end up like a philosopher stepping out from a past century, always munching the same dogmas).
So, we've got :
  1. anomaly
  2. anomaly of one system at a time
  3. dynamic anomaly of one system at a time

If one applies that to themselves, they will make themselves a rather unpredictable factor of the specific system. By doing so in social context, you will be considered an elitist who doesn't give a flying fuck about most people and thinks he/she can do shit on his/her own. That of course is not a problem because it is the truth(!) XD : If you choose to be an anomaly, you should be prepared to accept that you are part of a whole, working as a unit instead of the opposite (which is what most people do). So, no, I don't predict 15 bff's -but I do predict 15.000 acquaintances- because you will be attractive in the black swan sense instead of the super pretty white swan sense; and that's where we get to show a little of our temperament, by creating black swan personas.
Unless one is so overprotected they basically live in a bubble, everyone has to create one or more personas to protect their true personality, by misleading the other person to assumptions which can only hurt the persona.
Personas are the exact opposite of one or more aspects of our characters. For most people they are a scale or two more badass than the actual person (=predictable *yawn*). For a certain type of sensitive, their personas tend to be carefree and amusing, providing their audiences with moments of comic relief in between serious fan-hitting by shit (they also love the buzz and have a tendency towards uncalled for drama in certain issues). If the person is creative, smart and with a shitty environment/ one that's holding them back, the persona will master escapism techniques (though the problem with such types is that because of the situation they're stuck in, they get used to an unfulfilling state being the reality and therefore the supposedly temporary dead end becomes the status quo; the lack of character resources becomes cancerfied and the persona ends up being the person). Rarely personas are intentionally embarrassing and retarded. That's a sign of a person with guts.
My own persona was of a very simple structure. It liked to attract attention, make-up & clothewise, but was extremely passive "character"wise. It basically was an easy to be targeted dummy that was prone to bottling up shit. Such a persona only does a person any actual good in high school, so I'm in the ongoing process of developing a new one. One without any stable characteristics, thus one without characteristics. I don't even think it can be called a persona; it's more like another me that gives my actual self the option of the second chance in the situations it gets involved in. Its flexibility spares me the bowel activity of giving a shit about skin-deep complications, but helps me focus on giving two shits about things that do matter, since it makes a conscious choice of what matters, being a persona with no dogmatic reaction pattern.
Luck rhymes among other things with schmuck and the new persona model of mine is proving to be lucky and definitely not passive...


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25 September 2010

10 Days By The Sea, On The Sea Or In The Sea (kinda drowning) -DoSu'10

So far, we'd proven we could survive (each other) in metropolitan areas, slow life valley towns and on mountaintops, surrounded by tourists, monks and quite possibly the holy Ghost. It was about time we tested our limits in an aquatic environment. We spent 5 days in my cottage in northern Peloponnese and 5 days on an aegean island, Kos.

During these last days in Greece, the following took place:

  • We boarded airplanes, sailboats, buses and taxis, but more importantly got to drive The Shitbucket and The Holy Shitcan. The Shitbucket, also known as THE BONER, was a car -we rented- which achieved instant notoriety of epic proportions since to put it in reverse one had to caress the stick with genuine kindness. I was generally speaking more successful in doing this, but the sad truth was, that mechanic lecher basically wanted a handjob to work and didn't much discriminate based on gender.
-> me driving The Shitbucket and being debaucherous
->The Holy Shitcan, was a dune buggy we drove anywhere but on the beach. It required extra manliness to turn the steering wheel (possibly accompanied by tenor solos of ROARRR or ARRGGGHS, which soon turned to soprano due to desperation and total defeat: 1:05, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR7TOwrb6wo). The gas stunk to high heavens too, yet we took that as a sign proving that we actually were cooler than 4 year olds driving a pedal car.
  • We obviously started aspiring sanctification since we made the mutual decision to quit smoking (we had already intended not to drink). The result of this lost cause was finally smoking three packs and drinking 7 or 8 alcoholic drinks each, in one night. It was a personal record and from what I can tell I didn't get hitched to anyone.

  • Another result of the previously mentioned night was me becoming the bar whore and my comrade the gay pole dancing stripper (watch August 13nth video post).

<- we both had to compete against this guy.

  • It soon became a "son, that's routine" fact that we would receive standing ovations for our ~Autistic Divas~ dance style. Together, we brought parties back from the dead and were rewarded with booze on the house.

  • We adopted Rupert the smoking sponge after a visit to a sponge factory.

-> Rupert SS, (the Smoking Sponge).
  • We played board games in the dead of night and accused each other of outrageous cheating when we lost.

  • I started teaching some basics of the Greek language to the American douchebag thinking he'd fail miserably and I could go MWAHAHA on his ass. Like most things in life, that plan backfired and he proved to be a particularly apt pupil.

  • We took a cruise to three small islands and annoyed sea life by either snorkeling or diving from boats. We were also holding hands for the Titanic effect.

  • Come think about it we generally speaking were holding hands all the time and didn't end up puking on each other.

  • We also watched a shitload of sunrises and sunsets together, perhaps anticipating the big surprise. In the end it wasn't so much that we were watching the sun's movements everyday, but that the sun found us sitting side by side every morning and every night.

To be continued...

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