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i’d say men are different.

that would be because I’m a girl. but then there are things about men i never thought of, like how they think or what they think people think of them. sometimes i think men need love, or at least crave it. but that’s another deal. here’s what happened:

i thought about giving my older brother a bookmark because i saw how interested he was in a book he left in his car. he loves huskies. and i had a 3D bookmark with a snow wolf on it. so i thought it’d be perfect. but then .. he doesn’t use bookmarks .. he wouldn’t use an animated one.  

one time i was walking outside with my brother. he took a turn to throw something in the trash as i kept walking. he told me to stop and wait for him so people wouldn’t think he’s a stalker walking behind me. 

shit ! i would’ve NEVER thought of that. never. it’s not such a big deal but it made me wonder. i think that if you’re in a situation about someone, you should put yourself in their position and you’ll understand their actions. that being said, you’ll NEVER see what a person has been through. you’ll never fully know even if you can read minds. because that’s a whole other life. 

i guess that applies to everything els involving others. because they are OTHERS. 

i also wonder why I’m thinking like this, i feel like i examine every detail in everything i see. the problem is that i see the same shit everyday!

Things I do for me

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A lot of things have been rushing in and out of my head lately. It’s so crowded I can’t hear myself.

I’ve got a research and a report due next month and I didn’t even start, I’ve got no internet at home and birds are invading my territory. I’ve been having extra awkward conversations with my family and I’ve been meeting a lot of normal people.

I find myself, at times like this, doing little things to satisfy myself and to enjoy being alone. So here are some thing I do only for me:

workout ,whenever I’m in good clothes and in bad mood I follow a list of exercises that are very useful for my body. But also, when I do that, the rush in my head cools down to a hum colliding with the music I’m hearing. Working out makes me stop thinking because I keep my attention on the counting and the lyrics mostly.

laying down, I don’t know what it’s about, I just lay down on a couch or a bed and I stop thinking. Sometimes I make big decisions laying on my bed closing my eyes. I probably do that after a busy day or a long workout.

sketching, I like to draw. Sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough. But I never stopped because it helps me calm down and focus on the tip of my pencil. There were times when I didn’t hear my phone while it lay right next to me just because I was drawing.

tweet, because there are awesome people on twitter that I never met. I love talking sarcastically about life and coffee. I’m not twitter famous though.. Yet

bubble baths, my bubble baths include books, a loud radio, nail polish, coffee and rubber ducks. I enjoy my bubbles to the extreme because I think I deserve it. ( I hope none of my household ever read this)

stare, I do this all the time, sometimes I don’t know I’m doing it. I stare blankly at certain objects that interested me at first but later on my thoughts drifted me away from seeing it. I hope this isn’t too weird, but sometimes I forget to blink. Staring at art work is my favorite, because when I look at it long enough, I start thinking how it was made and how the artist felt about certain lines… etc.

read, because books are gates to new places, new people and new feelings. Living in a book is a dream you enjoy until someone interrupts you. (I hate that so much I bought earplugs)

think of new ways, I like to think of new ways we can do things. New ways an author can end a story, new ways to say things, new ways to test people, new ways to manipulate. (I didn’t do anything, but I thought of new ways to hide bodies)

Maybe there’s more, but I don’t feel like typing anymore. Thank you if you got this far.

Hating Birds

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Hello! and welcome to another episode of why they think I’m weird!

today i announce ,on my new blog, that i hate birds.

Now, i expect many people to feel the same as i read that it’s perfectly normal. but I’m posting this to clear my point of view, also to get my sister to shut up about it.

Even though i never had an incident related to them or a bad memory, I realised i really, purely hate them. There can be endless reasons why i hate birds. and I’m just going to count a few until i get distracted again. here goes..

First of all, and most importantly, the “theory” that birds sing or whistle. Do we not have enough sense in our head or our hearing abilities to see that the theory is RIDICULOUS. birds can’t sing, they don’t even make sounds that are close to being a song. They can’t whistle either. why people think so? i guess they believe the lyrics of every song in history because they all mention it. The facts are, these creatures are very annoying. irritating. uncontrollable, which is a big part of the uncomfortableness i get thinking of them even now. The sound of them in the morning is why i wish i had a shotgun. I’m not exaggerating, i asked my dad for one.

Another reason is that they’re everywhere. Everywhere. there’s no escape! they’re on buildings, windows, roofs, street, boats, skies, mountains, gardens, and even in traffic. Them being in those places is pathetically pointless. You can see them everywhere you go, if not? you can still hear them.. they have no reason that makes them be there. There’s no food for them in the middle of the street or the tips of windows. I think the only place birds would look appropriate in would be a tree or underground with the dead.

Ill be straightforward with the next one: the poop everywhere!

The world would be a lot cleaner without these things flying around and doing business in every visible surface (mostly the places hard to clean). People who had incidents with the bombs falling on their cars and windows would agree. If birds would only exist in the wilderness and not with people, the world would be cleaner in every aspect, quieter in beautiful mornings, and calmer to the restless minds.

Fourthly, you can understand an action of a cat or a dog, but you’ll never understand an action coming from a bird. That is because everything they do is pointless and with no purpose whatsoever. ( they also look extremely stupid doing anything)

I can keep going but now I’m thinking about how squirrels laugh. But thank you for reading so far, and I hope birds get distinct soon.

Regards.

Reasons why I love villains

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I was writing an essay in class and my thoughts drifted outside the boundaries once again.

In every movie, show, comic, or book, Everyone chooses their favorite characters. Mine are always the bad guys, the villains, the ones who want to rule the world most of the time.

There were many times where I liked a normal character and later on he turned evil (my favorite scenes).

Evil is a big word, but it’s too appropriate in this subject.

Villains don’t mind hurting others to get what they what. Sometimes, it’s because they’ve been badly hurt themselves.

The reasons why I love VILLAINS starts with the evil laugh. It may be just a stereotype, but it never gets old. Try listening to the joker’s laugh, all I hear is pure joy and happiness. (Not necessarily doing something that’s joyful to everyone). Suggestion: maybe heroes are just jealous..?

Another reason is that they work hard for what they want, they plan, summon minions or troops, and give their best trying to get it done. They keep their eyes at something they want and they never stop trying to get it. Media show kids that that is bad. On the other hand, heroes have powers, and when they try to stop a plan, they succeed. And that teaches children that the kids with talents, or money, or famous relatives can succeed in want they want without trying, while the people who plan and work hard don’t win.

A third reason is that some villains do what they do for revenge, or to satisfy a grudge they hold against the hero. Here comes the media again. They tell people that holding a grudge or hating someone isn’t normal and that people with grudges have to be castes out and hated by people they don’t know. (I think this is was made most villains)

Omg I just got I new follower! Yay my very first one!

Anyways, back to topic,

Forth reason: I think villains always look better than heroes. Always.
Maybe that’s just me, but I love the way that no matter how big Thor is, Loki still looks hotter every time. And no matter how Da Vinci wins every time, he never knew anything about Count Riario. There are endless examples, I just don’t want to be lost in them.

Fifth reason: I love the way you can’t predict the next thing they’ll do. The mystery gives me pleasure, and even more interest when it is revealed. The way they smile at the heroes as a hint. The way they’re not disappointed or tense if they’re locked up.

I also love it when some villains value their companions, and react to losing them. But when they get too upset about it, I kinda loose interest.

There are a million other reasons why I love villains. Can’t seem to come up with more than six at the moment. Feel free to share! ( I hope I’m not alone in this)

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apologies in advance.

this is my mind every saturday (mostly when i have important things to do)

Fancy in the gym

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I’ve been going to the university gym for a while now, I already have best friends there. I feel proud to see girls working out, maybe I feel more motivated. I like to think that some people really do know them selfs and what they need.

But there is one thing i never understood, it may be found in any other gym. It’s when people wear fancy clothes in the gym. It’s a place where you work to tone your body, you will sweat and you know it. This morning I saw a girl on the treadmill wearing a silk top and floral pants. First of all, i can see the damage in the clothes she’s wearing. Secondly, I’m just looking waiting for her to stop running and start walking instead, because it’s obviously very uncomfortable for her and she might just slip off the machine. I witnessed another example when I started going to yoga classes. Who wears jeans to do yoga?! Silk, lace and glitter? I can understand make up in the gym, but I just can’t let this sink in.