phthalombrage | (no subject)

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last month I gave

mermaidprinces a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). In February I turned

hillary_havok in for eating carbs (3 points). Last Friday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). Last Saturday I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). In November

cantalopesunite and I robbed a bank (-50 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-134 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!

Sincerely,
ombrage

Okay, so, speaking of Christmas.
I really wanted to get stuff for my friends and was thinking of making things so they would be special and individual and meaningful and everything...
But I realized that I really don't have enough time
and my creativity is out of order at least somewhat
and I feel weird about friends.

I mean, I don't want to leave anybody out or make anybody feel bad and I don't want to make anybody feel guilty/ weird if I gave them something and they didn't really consider me a close enough friend to give them something.
Don't worry, everyone on my "friends" list on this thing at the moment, I consider a friend.
(Except maybe fleurdelynx; I have no idea who you are.)
Generally the people I've hung out with or talked to frequently, I consider friends.
Then there are people I think are really cool but with whom I don't associate nearly enough. Like this girl Mary at dance. Nobody knows her so I can say her name as an example.
But I've had interesting experiences with friends. I swear, I associate with a new group or lack thereof every year. Mix it up... yo? (No.)

Anyway, yeah.
I'd just like to thank everyone who considers themself my friend or is even willing to be seen in public with me, hahahaha.
I just... yeah. The real world and I, we don't understand each other.
By the way, I still contend that it IS unusual when 16-year-old girls sometimes sing along with INSTRUMENTAL classical music while driving. (Really, everyone should try it.) And still dance in the empty aisles of the grocery store. And enjoy math and politics and programming. And pesto-flavored ramen. I make my case. Now shoot it down. Kamikaze Highlander.

I've been disillusioned by "the things that were called glorious", like a Civil War soldier. I hope I did well on that timed writing.

So I'll probably go buy some candy canes or something.
Or email some sort of holiday greeting/ totally random thing.
If I weren't weird about approaching people I'd give everyone a hug.

But nobody get me anything, please.

I have a dance convention this weekend. I'm going to the classes but I'm not allowed to compete. Joy.
I can bring stuff to study. Exams shall force my brain into spontaneous sublimation, combustion, or radioactive decay, whichever of the three requires the least energy. Thermodynamics works like that.
Gibbs? Rice? Pesticides? My father? Leia? A black and white scarf? A horse fetus on a farm in Georgia?
They're all connected. We're all connected, but you can't see the strings. A chain reaction. A domino theory. A butterfly effect. Fifteen reasons to not be in a play. Madame Barylski.
Just like that.
Entropy.