No, I haven’t actually lost any. But wouldn’t that just be exciting?!?

Apparently some people tend to think that makes them important, and other people seem to think they are important. Well, kudos to you folk, for losing weight. I, on the other hand, will continue to probably stay the same size despite any efforts I make, and not feel as excited for you as you wish I would.

I can sense my own pessimism, can you? I bet you can.

Here’s the next step in my weight-loss program: Take a shower, and go to bed. Work off those calories in my dreams.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I am not quite the usual “blogging” type. I have a lot that I could say, but not as much that I would actually prefer to share.

The typical bloggers that I notice most often are the same folk that tend to contribute their five-times-a-day Twitter and Facebook updates, all regarding topics that further profess how self-centered they really are. And for some odd reason people actually pay attention to these self-important ramblings. I could write a paragraph or two or five pages on how I stubbed my big toe on the door and it hurt like hell (maybe it’s even broken!), or my entire meal plan for the day to act like I’m being healthy when in fact I’m actually going to have a cheeseburger, or any of the other thousands of problems I deal with each and every day that no one may know about. But, in reality, who in their right mind is truly going to care? Are other random blog-writers that I have never met and probably never will meet actually going to care about the trivial things that I encounter on a day-to-day basis? Probably not. They just read for something to do, and comment to show that they are a nice person and that you should read their writings.

I know I tend to be a bit pessimistic at times, as anyone who knows me well would say the same, but the way I see it, I’m not here to toot my own horn when it’s not meant to be, or to boost anyone else up when it’s not deserved. If I go to read someone’s writings, and all it is is someone complaining that they put on five pounds, or celebrating themselves because they started a “diet”, and it goes on for about 4 paragraphs, I cannot honestly say that I would enjoy what I was reading, or even care. It would just be a waste of space where something creative could possibly go.

I’m afraid I will just have to continue wondering what the draw is to these certain types of blogs. What is so intriguing? Why does a complete stranger even care? And why do they decide to post comments as if they have known the writer for years? I will never understand, and will continue to be annoyed by the whole thing.

I discovered the greatness of being sick one morning. Along with being quite a bit out-of-it, and barely being able to breathe without the feeling that my head might implode, I tend to be a little more creative in an odd way, and maybe even quicker to respond. Feeling this awful while walking to a Business/Marketing class with a friend one morning, I determined a few things.
If we were to ever have to write a paper for the class, maybe about what we have learned over the course of the class, I would have to choose a topic of how we can make a profit doing just about anything, using the correct business and marketing techniques.

How to Shoot Yourself in the Face and Make a Profit
That’s the name of an A+ paper if I do say so myself. Or rather, maybe even a novel of sorts. But it’s true. I am quite positive that there are some demented people in this world who would pay to see someone point a gun at their face and shoot, as grotesque and gruesome as that may be. But, as mentioned before, it’s true. People are sick. But that’s beside the point. Now, once again, I realize that if you shoot yourself in the face, obviously you are not making any profit at all, because chances are you will die, and although that is a sad thing, you would not be around to keep your face-shooting profits. But someone else would be. So to make and keep those profits, it would be wise to create a will-type document beforehand, stating who your face-shooting profits would go to, in the event that you do not survive. Now in my case, my profits would have to go to the friend I was walking with at the time, because he witnessed the birth of this idea, and I have to pay him back somehow, because obviously since he walked to class with me, he is going to get sick from my deathly cold/flu rays that I am spreading all over the campus. So since there is no hope for him, I’ve got to make it up in some other form, on top of dying.

Following these slightly morbid yet slightly amusing thoughts, I also discovered the joys of following people. Now I’m definitely not saying that I literally followed someone, but it would be fun.
You just have to imagine yourself in such a situation:
You are walking down the sidewalk, and are passed up by a guy. You don’t pay much attention to him, but realize he seems a little strange, carrying a bag with a cup and something else in it, and mostly walking in the grass when there’s an entire sidewalk next to him. So he passes by, and you keep tramping along like you have half a clue. You happen to look up again while he’s maybe about 40 feet ahead of you, and you see him looking over his shoulder back at you, paranoid, as if you are following him. So what do you do? Walk along, thinking in your head, “Yeah I’m following you, buddy… YOU passed ME!! That is definitely reason enough for me to be a stalker. Maybe I will follow you. You are making me become a stalker because you’re paranoid and that bothers me.” Now maybe you wouldn’t think that, but I sure did, and as much as I would have enjoyed actually starting to follow him, I’m too nice for that… no, maybe I’m not, but I figured it wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe another time, though.

My thoughts on the subject all began on a lovely walk back from Accounting class one morning. It was raining for the entire ten-minute walk, so of course it was a fun walk. But I actually enjoy walking in the rain, so it just took me a few minutes to get used to the mix of rain and being 50-something degrees outside. Not too bad, but definitely not warm..

When I got to the slanted sidewalk, down a little past Sangren Hall, I started to think. It seems like it would be a lot easier if gravity worked a little differently. I would feel much more comfortable if my whole body was able to turn on a slight slant as I walked down an off-balance sidewalk. The whole ‘walking with one leg bent funny while the other is dragged along for the ride’ thing is really a bit irritating at times, but it’s the only way to do it, since you have to keep your body standing straight or you’ll fall over. So I just thought it’d be fantastic if gravity shifted with you when you walked. Whatever angle the ground happens to be on is the angle gravity works.

Now I know that would destroy many other laws, but since it will never happen, I just thought I’d throw the idea out there so maybe I would stop thinking about it.