Yup. Lying Ornery Vicious Expression. In short, Love! Heheh. Yeah, that was lame. ANyway, yesterday I had to go to an ornery wedding of my short cousin and there were only 4 kids. Not cool. And, our wedding dinner thingie was different from the parents. They got salmon and steak. ANd we got greasy fries and old fried chiggen. Yeah. And even as much as I hate steak, it sorta wasn't fair. But the fries were cool. Don't get me wrong, I hated eating those chewy, oily fries, but they were totally awesome for lighting candles. And burning. -coughs- Yeah. Ok. And in the end, all of those young adults who were my cousin and his brides friends got drunk and started dancing around the bride. Not a pretty thing. So we left early. Like at 9:20. And we drove down the hill (it was on top of this hill) and my ears got plugGED. And its still plugGED now. Dang.
Ok, the real reason I got you guys all crowded around this stinkin piece of KaRAP. So I was looking at my lil tape-book thing-mabbober (sorry guys, most of you have never even SEEN my tape-book, but its cool. Yeah). So I was looking at it and I again saw that weird liddle quote on its cover. "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own" I know, you peeps are all like "Omagawsh, totally deep julch strikes again!!". ANd I'm like "Talk to the hand". But you gotta hand it to the guy that wrote it. It actually makes sense. Everybody else is like,"Lawl, man, didn't chya know that lurv is when ya ______ (insert smoochy noun here)" ANd we're like "Talk to the hand". But I guess this is different. Yeah, I love me mum and dad, and I really do care bout their happyness. And they do to I. Good night.
You know the old saying, "Curiosity killed the cat" ??? Yeah, I suppose you do. Newsflash!!! As I was scouring Subby profiles today, I came across some philosophical person with a newfangled, yet somewhat familiar quote on their avvie. "Ignorance killed the cat, but Curiosity was blamed." Well, ladies and blockheads, I think we can all probably relate to that. In some way. I mean, have you ever seen a dead cat?? (To all you peeps at ____ Middle School, you know what I am talking about, except that I refuse to believe that the cat was dead, cuz it was gone during brunch.) Squashed by a car maybe? Lets face it, the cat wasn't looking adoringly at the wheels and got squashed under it for its efforts. It was probably running across the road when some good-for-nothing driver happened to roll over it and the cat didn't get a moments notice. Or not. Anyway, the cat was ignorant of the car. Yeah. So our good friend Curiosity is not to be blamed for anything. Even inquisitive parents. I'm glad we cleared that up.
Let's start with LIFE. Yes, I know. A touchy subject of the rather. I can relate to life in may ways.
So, on Saturday, I was eating chestnuts. Yeah. Chestnuts. Didn't you know that they were in season?? So I was eating the chestnuts, and as I cracked one open with my teeth, the sweet but slightly bitter chestnut juice squirted into my mouth (and onto my shirt). Themore chestnuts I ate, the more bitter their juice became. I wondered why it was so. Turns out that after we boiled them, my dad forgot to pour the excess water out, leaving the chestnuts to soak in their own bitter juice. I wondered thoughtfully about the chestnuts and the juice while devouring a not-so-bitter chestnut. If a person stewed in their own bitterness or emoness or anger, would their normally sweet self have a touch of bitterness to it? Or would they forgive and forget because they were the sort of sweet, forgiving person. A few days later, as I munched on a 3-day old chestnut, I detected no signs of bitterness. Thus, I concluded that if a sweet person had a touch of bitterness to their heart, they more or less would probably forget about it in a short while. I know I would. Which means that life is like chestnuts?
Then again, as I thought about those people who stewed in their own anger and then took it out on their poor classmates, like that the terrible Virginia Tech accident, I reasoned that they had probably soaked in their whatever for a reasonably long time, probably for years, and possibly their whole life! So maybe life is not like chestnuts...