Just My Two Cents

All You Need Is Love.

noreply@blogger.com (Sparkles) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 02:28:00 +0000

Isn't it true?

Perhaps I'm just being idealistic, but if you have love, you don't need anything else. Well, there's always Doritos... And Purple Drank. And MOKES!

Hey buddy, wanna moke?

(Only my bestie will get this. :D)

Anyway. Comments are always appreciated. :)

Wow.

noreply@blogger.com (Sparkles) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 06:49:00 +0000

I just finished reading over all of my old blogs (well, the ones I could remember, anyway). All I can say is "Wow". Some of that shit was pretty intense... and extremely whiny, haha.

Anyway, this is my more informal blog. The other one is meant to be a bit more regimented and professional in terms of what I write on it; this one is just for fun, and more for my friends who will actually care about the tripe I'm going to write on here. :P

So, I have a friend staying with me right now. It's a lot of fun, even though she's a bit nuts. XD We've been staying up basically ALL night for the last two days and watching movies, chatting, and laughing our fucking asses off.

Oh hahaha! That reminds me! We watched Spice World today! IT SUCKED HARDER THAN A FUCKING DYSON VACUUM CLEANER. It was absolutely hysterical how bad it was! My friend and I were laughing through the entire movie, and not just because of the bad jokes in it. At one point about midway through the movie, we went out for a smoke and we were both like WHY THE FUCK ARE WE WATCHING THIS?!

I also had a job interview today, which I'm pretty positive about. It's really going to come down to how qualified the other applicants are; I tried to stay relaxed, and even though I failed at times I think I did an alright job. I was all dressed to impress; I was wearing a nice collared shirt and a tie, plus dress pants and my leather jacket. I felt and looked great. I just wish I'd remembered to shave beforehand.

I haven't really had a whole lot of time to kick back and relax over the last couple of days; mostly because my friend is here and I've been having WAY too much fun to sit and think. While I enjoy doing that, I also really like to have fun.

It's actually been a pretty busy week for me; I went to the hot springs on last Saturday with a group of friends, which was alright, I guess. Not everything went as I had planned, and one of the guys that came along was really fucking irritating basically the whole time, and on the way down I started to have a panic attack (my own damn fault; I had had an energy shot after having smoked a bowl of weed the night before. Energy products, weed and cigarettes; what a healthy way to live), but everything turned out alright in the end.

Well, at any rate, I think it's about time to finish up this post now. Thanks for reading, and I'll catch you guys later.

There are quite a few people living in this one body.

noreply@blogger.com (Sparkles) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 06:00:00 +0000

Though I suspect it's like that for everyone.

First, there's a polite, genteel exterior that never gets angered in any way, shape or form. This is my public, "Can-I-help-you-ma'am" facade that I put on at work.

Under that, there's a sensitive, caring, kind persona. This comes out when I'm with people I don't interact with regularly or on a more personal level (such as my coworkers and such), but more regularly than a stranger on the street.

Then, underneath that, there's a fun-loving, off-the-wall personality. This is more the real me than anything else; he's wacky, destructive, hilarious and filthy. This comes out when I'm interacting with close friends and those who have proven they can handle that kind of humour.

Going deeper, there's a bitter, bitchy, apathetic self that couldn't give a damn what happens to anyone sometimes, including himself. He's suffered his whole life, so why should things change? Why should anyone else be happy? This comes out with I'm in a bad mood and I'm with someone I feel comfortable with.

Going even further, there's a romantic nature tinged with more than a little bit of sadness. This comes out very, very rarely, more than likely because I don't have anyone to direct it towards.

Stripping me down to the bone, there's a polite, sensitive, off-the-wall, bitter and romantic soul.

I'm all of these personas.

All of these people inside of my skin combine and contrast to create one me.