This might be a little inspired by Jenna Marbles “Thoughts from a Bathtub” videos. I've got a lot of random thoughts in my head, but none of them are long enough to make a full blog post out of. So, here are some snippets from my brain:
It’s funny how when someone calls you sensitive, it’s meant to make you feel weak. But if someone has a “sensitive nose” it means they have a strong sense of smell. “Sensitive ears” means good hearing. Think about that next time someone calls you sensitive.
The difference between fantasy and science fiction is the difference between another planet and another world.
Whenever I feel nostalgic, and it’s more painful than it is fun, I just think about how someday, these days will be “the good old days.” Right now will be “a long time ago.” Twenty-seven years will be the young me. You’ll miss today someday. Live in the moment.
Why do we always say “busy bee”? Was there ever a lazy bee? That sounds like it could be a children’s book.
I went to the coast and stared at the ocean, because the universe makes more sense if you stare at it long enough. I realized that if the ocean could say one thing and one thing only, it would be "Anything is possible."
The way we talk about love is so weird. One on hand, we’re told it’s the most important thing in the world, it creates happiness, and once we find it, we should fight for it, because with it we’re unstoppable. On the other hand, “Do you really want to give up (whatever) for just a guy/girl?”
It’s funny how there are so many types of dreams. Daydreams. Night dreams. Life dreams. Personally, I try to maximize the use of all three. Maybe that’s why I’m so weird. Happy Wednesday!
It’s funny how when someone calls you sensitive, it’s meant to make you feel weak. But if someone has a “sensitive nose” it means they have a strong sense of smell. “Sensitive ears” means good hearing. Think about that next time someone calls you sensitive.
The difference between fantasy and science fiction is the difference between another planet and another world.
Whenever I feel nostalgic, and it’s more painful than it is fun, I just think about how someday, these days will be “the good old days.” Right now will be “a long time ago.” Twenty-seven years will be the young me. You’ll miss today someday. Live in the moment.
Why do we always say “busy bee”? Was there ever a lazy bee? That sounds like it could be a children’s book.
I went to the coast and stared at the ocean, because the universe makes more sense if you stare at it long enough. I realized that if the ocean could say one thing and one thing only, it would be "Anything is possible."
The way we talk about love is so weird. One on hand, we’re told it’s the most important thing in the world, it creates happiness, and once we find it, we should fight for it, because with it we’re unstoppable. On the other hand, “Do you really want to give up (whatever) for just a guy/girl?”
It’s funny how there are so many types of dreams. Daydreams. Night dreams. Life dreams. Personally, I try to maximize the use of all three. Maybe that’s why I’m so weird. Happy Wednesday!
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