And by normal I mean really screwed up, but without so many stupid mistakes.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint folks, but I cannot honestly recall doing anything particularly stupid today. Then again, I can't recall doing anything today, so there may have been many moments of hilarity and/or stupidity, but I am not quite lucid enough to recall them. (No, I am not drunk and/or high. Sorry. Man, that's two disappointments back to back. A few more and I'll start acting like the Cubs. Ha ha, just kidding. Kind of.) Although, I'm pretty sure that this level of lucidity is perfect for blogging.
What I can tell you, though, is that I have absolutely no taste whatsoever. It's true. Well, I should be somewhat more specific. I can pick out a nice wine to complement your dinner, but when it comes to looking good, I suck. No, really. Anything cool I own someone else inevitably bought for me. I go shopping and return with a Bill Cosby sweater collection. There's nothing wrong with that, per se, but apparently sweaters aren't too hip nowadays. Or ever, for that matter.
Pictured immediately to my left is the pattern of my scarf. First of all, I should say that I love to wear scarves, and I started wearing them before everyone else did, damnit! Seriously, my sophomore year, I was one of only a few people with scarves. The next year, everyone and their mother (yes, even your mother, who says "hi" by the way, and that you need to call) had a scarf. Suddenly I'm just following the latest fashion fad, and if there is one thing I cannot stand it's fads and being a part of them. Again, I digress. The point of posting this picture is so that you know exactly what I'm about to describe.
You see, when my sister got me this scarf for Christmas a few years back the first thought that ran through my head was, "Wow, all my least favorite colors in one scarf." What I actually said was, "Thanks." (Ah, another great Christmas tradition, lying to those you love.) I decided to wear it up at school, however, because, well, it was cold and I wanted a scarf. Well, this article of clothing has easily become the single most complimented item I own. Bar none. And the compliments come from all demographics, guys, gals, old people, young people, people I like, people I don't like, people that would be dead if murder was legal... um, digressing again. What I was saying is that every winter it gets numerous compliments. This is its third year in service and it's still catching everyone's eye. The moral of this story:
I clearly have no taste.
I have since come to accept this fact about myself. It is through no fault of my own, naturally. Some people are born without rhythm, shame, personalites, or even elbows. Frankly, I'm lucky I was only born without taste. Heck, I'm a straight male, even if I did have taste my significant other would eventually break me of that habit, no? See, I'm better off starting without it. I don't know what I'm missing this way.
Thought for the Day
There is nothing that I really want for Christmas. Oh sure, there's the occasional DVD or book that I want, but nothing big this year. My dad actually called me today, after I emailed him my Amazon.com wish list, and said, "That isn't much of a Christmas list."
Fine Dad, here is my new wishlist:
A Dual 2GHz G5, all options maxed out: $16,077.90
BMW 2004 Z4 roadster 3.0i, fully equipped (sorry Charlie): $51,145.00
Spaceship (you know, to impress chicks): Blackmarket prices may vary.
(Right, so I realize that your Thought for the Day was not necessarily thought-provoking, but...um...I just finished my last final and don't feel like making anyone do anything thinking. So there.)
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