People are weird.

And of course, I'm not exception to this rule. Everyone is at least a little bit weird, and a lot of my friends would claim that I'm rather more so than is usual. Meh. There are times when I agree, most of them actually, and times when I disagree, but all told it's not a matter of what I think, is it? Who can judge, in the end, how weird we are, save those around us?

Which reminds me of a quote: "Normal? Normal is what everyone else is, and you are not."
Ten points if you know who said it.

Hazabannana

It's a place. Legend has it that this place's only claim to fame is that, at one point in time, there was a banana there. I'm just throwing this out there, you have got to try REALLY hard if the only famous thing you EVER did was having a banana.

Maybe even hard enough for it to be famous.

Given recent events: Blah.

Because nef. Nefnef. And other things like that which don't decently convey any information besides a lack thereof. I could say things about stuff, but I don't think it would make me feel any better about junk. So I won't. Instead, I'll try to transcribe what it looks like when Chewbacca talks.

Lrlrlrlrlrlrlrlri! And other such phonograms.

Self-Title

If you're looking for a good reason to ignore me (or, perhaps, for three), look no further than the fact that everything I say, I say as a means of avoiding what I really want to say. What's worse, I can't even say this fake-what-I-want-to-say stuff to the people to whom I want to say it, so it's stuff-I-don't-really-wat-to-say-to-the-wrong-people-anyhow.

And I'm not even sure what I'd say if I could. "I'm sorry," maybe. Or maybe "I miss you." Maybe I'd be able to say "I love you," if I tried hard enough. It's hard for one to describe what he is incapable of saying. That part should really be self-explanatory. As if this post didn't have enough hyphenates.

Also, I came to the conclusion today that I know, in some way or another, quite a few people named Grace. And yet I still couldn't name someone I know named Amber. Odd.

Accoutrements

I expect you're beginning to wonder why you would have started paying attention to me in the first place, and that's an excellent question: I have no idea. I've given you several times three reasons not to, and yet not a single one in favor of it.

I suppose in some puny, mortal minds, I may seem like something of an entertaining fellow (and as a matter of perspective, they'd technically be correct), but really I'm not all that I'm cracked up to be. For example, I've never held a guinea pig or other small mammal whilst towering above the Empire State (although I have done it with various genera of such whilst lounging in assorted locations and positions...). I've never piloted an airplane from any point A to point B, even if, I suppose, technically, I have co-piloted one for a short while. I've never even been to Rome, except for a week or so.

In conclusion, you shouldn't listen to what most people tell you about me, especially since I myself haven't even told you what I'm saying, and frankly I'm personally not quite sure. Hell, I didn't even answer your question.

Much of our lives is spent on nothing but nullifying routine.

Despite this, they can be quite exciting. Sometimes this is bad. I won't go into detail unless you ask me to, but suffice to say, sometimes I hate people at large because of the ways that individuals act. I don't think that's the healthiest mindset, but what can be done? I suppose I could try and develop a healthier psyche, but that takes work and such.

And effort takes so much... effort.

Dreaming

I'm going to do like Cthulhu and sleep forever.

Until I wake up.