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Thursday, September 8, 2011 ( 8:47 AM )

I think I should stop posting philosophical crap on my blog. Although that's kinda how my mind works. I like to think about things I don't understand and then get angry at myself because I don't understand them. I'm probably one of those people who spends more time thinking about the concepts of life and death than looking at the footpath to see where they are going (ahem, sorry to the guy I tripped over this morning, I was thinking about cloud patterns).

I really am a random person. I like to stare at the ceiling, quite often. I just like looking up, and cloud patterns do intrigue me. And also, those ceilings that have random dots on them. I like trying to work out how many dots there are on each ceiling board, in methods other than counting in ones.

You know, I really love walking to school. I've always been fascinated about what the letters on those grates on the road mean. Some of them say CDB, or PGS, today I saw one that said MEG, which was cool. And also, the patterns on top of the grates? I know they have random covers for water, like when the firetrucks pull up, there's a specials grate for that when they need water, but what do the other grate lead to? Sewage?

Anyway, while I was in my own world this morning, the construction guys working on the highway blasted a stapler or something really loud as I walked past, and I jumped. He smirked at me, and somehow I prevented ,myself from pulling the finger. Good thing I didn't I would have died (scary people!), although I don't think that would have been so bad.

If I ever get murdered, I think I would find being stabbed better than being shot. But guns don't scare me as much as knives. I don;t want it to be instant. Or do I? Maybe I won't be murdered, just assaulted then.

I would really like to know where that nerve point is where you press (I think it is some where on the neck) and then the person passes out, like on movies? Is it even possible? I saw some guys trying to figure it out once before, but then the teacher told them off for being rough (come on, they were poking other people's necks! Stupid teacher).

Last year, I bought this book on death. It cost $1. It is awesome, except I need to find it and read it again. I'm obsessed with the way people act and behave because I don't understand it. I don;t understand why I act in certain ways, so I have to observe other people to find out why.

I think I see stuff in extremely different ways from other people. So technically, observing other people is utterly unproductive in my situation. I am bored. Social Studies is a boring.
And I am not smart.
Randomness.