Quelqu'un M'a Dit

Yesterday, I went to the rodeo for the first time. You see, how odd, is life, yes. Last year I refused to go. I was so different last year. A brat, I'd say. I'm still a brat, yes. But I hold high standards for myself: perfection. Impossibility. Lovely.

Anyways, I met some odd people there. I met a lady whose hair was very reminiscent of Meryl Streep's in "Death Becomes Her," and a freak at the freak show. I also ate some carnival munchies and didn't even feel sick. Wow, such a contrast. I'm enjoying this, no? But I do miss the days of heavy whining and crying and basically, emotion. Not that I'm an emotionless robot at all, but without sadness there is no weeping and no wheat to reap or sow. Basically?

When I look out of the car windows at people, I think of two things.

1) How the people don't look back. And when they do, they don't smile. Given, neither do I, but still.

2) That one time when I was about 6 and my brother said, "Look at that weird kid. He's just looking out the window at everybody." I'm him. Or I guess her, now. No... not a transvestite. I swear.

Something about correct grammar usage is just so sexy. i remembr wen i used 2 type lyk ths. Now when I look back on this, I outwardly and inwardly cringe in pure DISGUST! It's so... lacking. Of sense and sensibility. Shuddering...

Today is a less eloquent day for me. Sorry, my only 2 viewers. Sorry.