What a Load of Cacophony

Everybody has their distractions for when they're sad. For me it's writing stuff. It's weird because I'll come out of a situation feeling bad for myself and being like, "well that was gay" and then I'll instantly feel better when I tell myself that I'm going to go write something. Like this one time I didn't achieve a goal I had set and was feeling pretty down about it and then I told myslef that I was going to go write a story and get it published and do a book tour and become famous and I instantly felt better. I never wrote that story, but it doesn't even matter because at the moment I made myself feel happier. It's like I tricked myself.

This one time when I was pretty young, I had crafted a giraffe out of clay and toothpicks and for some reason was convinced that the Zoo would pay big money in order to put it on display. When I proposed this to my mother, she wasn't as entusiastic about the idea as I was, and I felt a little disheartened, but being 5 years old, I forgot about it 2 minutes later. Point is, that when I was younger, it was much easier to overcome dissapointment than it is now. What used to be a matter of a lack of attention is now a weird cocophony of mixed emotions and tears of sadness.

Life is just full of crappy moments that you can't control. Like this other time when I was probably 6 years old and I woke up in the middle of the night. Something seemed wrong but I couldn't see in the dark so I started feeling around my bed with my hands and came across a bunch of slimey things that felt like sliced up bannana and I was like, "wtf, why did someone slice bannanas in my bed?" So I called out for my Dad and he came in the room but before he could turn on the light he stepped in something and said ,"arghhh what the....?" then he turned on the light and realized that he was standing in about 7 gallons of my freshly puked up fruit salad from dinner that night. I had thrown up in my sleep. I was lucky I didn't choke and die, but I didn't realize it at the time. I was more upset at the fact that I had thrown up on my buzz light year action figure than anything else. It was just one of those things that I couldn't control. Like the weather. You just have to deal with it.

Anyway, it's late. I have nothing more to say other than I am basically the one who started the blogging trend at La Canada High School. I'd share my other favorite blogs with you but I have a rule against putting links to other blogs on mine mostly because I don't know how, but also because my grandather once told me to "never do anything for free." It's some pretty wise council.

Here's to you gramps.