Etymology. I Don’t Know, I Just Wanted to Say That.

December is proving itself to be the dust bunny that almost choked you when  you tried to hug it. It’s still my favourite month tho. It’s when Coldplay’s new album comes out and you can drink scalding hot cocoa all snuggled up in bed feeling like a hobo. Gotta love hobos.

I just realized that 80% of my blogging experience is after hours. Well, I was sleeping, like normal human beings when my inner nocturnal slipped out of its dormant state and poked at me, so I randomly woke up at 2 am saying ‘I want that red topcoat.’ Annoying bit is that I don’t even remember if I slept or not and I don’t have any dreams to prove it! Frick.

So anywho, I was thinking how stuff can work out in a way you don’t expect em to. For what it’s worth, I don’t really believe in that at all, which is why it’s odd enough for me to blog about it when I could be using my spare time doing other constructive stuff like studying chemistry.. HAHAHAHA, okay no not really. I could be picking on em unsuspecting dweebs lingering around FB  chat – which is, for the record, one scary place – or watching the water boil in the water heater as I make my sacred coffee portion of the day, or have pickled lemons. At all. I’ve always thought it’s man’s way of rationalizing stuff out of their area of control to try and pull it back in there; because if you can make sense of bad stuff in a way that pleases you, then they’re to your advantage and you’re back behind the steering wheel; which is just another subtle way of being a control freak. Back to the point. No harm in some guilty pleasure, eh?

 

 

1. I’ve just realized that not knowing my way around twitter could and ultimately would improve my goldfish memory, since I can't figure out which replies link back to what and how to get there let alone reply. I mean, what the hell, if replying to someone’s post shows up on your wall, how the fuck is the other person supposed to see it unless they’d been coincidentally stalking you ? Or is the Twitter R&D team that bourgeoisie that it doesn’t quiiiiiiiiite acknowledge communicating with ‘followers’?

2. Temporarily losing the use of your palate over blisteringly hot and cheesy margarita pizza makes your taste bud memory, if there exists any, stuck on loop to the day you went  out for pizza with friends for a week. It also you makes your creativity go wild with drinks/soups/anything that is ingested through sipping, because believe it or not, your palate has a huge role in biting stuff. Not to mention that it also leads to the life-changing realization that everything tastes better with Mayo.

3. Running out of Coffee makes you go for tea, and you know, it’s not that bad after all. It’s like this nice fellow you go for when your badass mate is outta town. And yes, I capitalised the C in Coffee and not the T in tea. I’m loyal, sue me.

4. Bad Haircuts. Nothing feels better than having a photo of someone you really wanna punch in the face with a bad haircut. Ah, the sheer soothing potential of it. It’s like a metaphorical ego massage man. And having one of you could make someone you really pissed off feel better, and that someone might just have been Jack The Ripper in another life. Who knows..

5. Not being able to think of one more thing could make you a little more accepting of even numbers. Or you could turn it around like I just did. Can’t risk the jinx.