Survival of the Fittest

You want to know the truth?

It was a challenge.
A dare, really.

To see if I would last multiple months in a small town. A three-mile radius of a town. A town so small that I run laps around its perimeter every morning to keep myself in shape.

Even though that was the biggest lie I've told since being a part of the survive-and-thrive-in-a-tiny-village challenge, it is probably true for some person who doesn't feast upon Skittles every time she sits at her desk. For someone who doesn't skip out on lifting weights because she has better things to do that night. Like sitting at her desk feasting upon Skittles.

But, I'll have you know, I am surviving and perhaps even thriving in this small town.

And I credit the Skittles for my success.

Hiding and Eventually Seeking

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, ...READY OR NO-OT, HERE I CO-OME!"

"Wait! We're still finding a place to hide!"

"Ugh, fine... 11, 12, 13, 14, 15..."


What part of "ready or not" do Hide-and-Seek players not understand?

Within the Proximity of the Morrow

Tomorrow.

To morrow.

To: morrow. 

On my way.

Passing Importance

I think that the most important things are not always said from behind a microphone.

Sometimes importance falls from nothings said in passing.

If people only spoke with deliberate importance, the world would be significantly quieter.

'A' for Inapplicable

I wish I had something interesting to relay to the world right about now.

Except, even if I had something interesting to say, I'm not sure the world would hear (read) it. Due to the fact that only a select few decide to pity me by reading my blogging rants. Thank you for pitying me.

Before I started typing the words above, I typed different words. And then I pushed a button that is located on the keyboard entitled 'Backspace'. 

I had other ideas to write about before typing the above words. But instead of writing them, I wrote about my lack of ideas. 

Isn't it funny how often we think we're not thinking about anything at all, but in reality, we're thinking thoughts unceasingly, and whether we relay these thoughts is up to what we think is applicable to the people that happen to be associating with us at any given time?

So I'll tell you what I was thinking about before I started thinking that I had no relevant thoughts.

I thought that maybe the world (those of you pitying me by reading my blogging rants) would be interested to know that right now, I have an audience. This audience consists of:

    -A red plastic bowl of dog food, resting on top of my computer (Please hold your questions till the end)

    -A paper with ink resting upon it, in the formation of the Portuguese language. In song form.

    -A book from my childhood, about a girl who asks for a bedtime story about a giraffe, the giraffe asking for a bedtime story about a fox, the fox asking for a story about an elephant... You get the picture. So basically, that book is just a waste of paper and a brain teaser. As a child, I thought long and hard about the concept of a story inside a story inside a story. So much that I eventually came up with an idea. An idea about a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream. But then I decided that the idea was useless. So I tossed it out the four-story window and went back to the book with the girl, the giraffe, the fox, the elephant, etcetera, and then went to bed.

    -My cellular telephonic device, empty of any unread text messages

The last item on my list of audience members made me think about the fact that, once upon a time, the word 'text' was not a verb, at all.

It also made me think about texting using an old fashioned phone. The kind with the winding dial. That would be an interesting experience. An interesting, tedious experience. 

The End.

A Moment or Two

Insignificant moments demanding significance:

Realizing how HUGE this place really is

Reflection

And re-reflection

Being inhaled by unfamiliarity 

Welcoming the sunshine

A misunderstanding understood

Swallowing opportunity

Simplicities that decide to fly

Butterfly-stomach triumphs worn with a smile

Capturing a capture 

Presence declared

 And a simple bolt-away.

El Oh El

LOL--You know what that means?
Little Old Lamp.
Legos or Luigi?
Lemmings Operating Lethargically.

But most of the time it means 'that's pretty funny'. Or 'you're such a jokester.' Or 'wow, you're pretty hilarious.' Even though those words don't even match the acronym. So that doesn't even make sense.

So do you want me to tell you what it really means? What the acronym really stands for? Get this:
Laugh.
Out.
Loud.

No kidding, right? So when you are sitting next to someone who has a scowl resting upon their face and complete silence splashing from their mouth and they type 'LOL' into the computer, you need to realize the pure irony of the situation. That situation gives you a perfect reason and opportunity to actually LOL.

When I read LOL from a friend, I usually try to picture them actually laughing out loud. Maniacally. It makes virtual communication that much more hysterical.

And don't get me started on how amusing it is picturing people ROFL.

Under the Category of Magic

Cotton Candy
     A solid food that disappears before you can even try to chew it.
Bubbles
     Air trapped inside water. A thin layer of water that floats inside the air. A perfect sphere of perfect delicacy.
Music
     A painting for the ears.
Speakers
     A paintbrush for the ears.
Light Bulbs
     Did you expect me to leave this off the list? Lightning trapped and emanating from inside a shell of glass?
Balloons
     Similar to bubbles. But brighter and more tangible.
Chap Stick
     Before chap stick, how did people's faces hold up?

Pearls

     Nature's bling. Brought to you by a sea creature and some sand.
United States Postal Service
     Pony Express 2.0 gets my thoughts from here to there with no effort on my part.
     Except for licking the envelope. That's verging on too much effort.