I drew a robot

That's all really
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A little study

I've been studying psychology (not through schooling, just researching papers and even writing some and getting them read and even approved by some people who study it or have history with it.)

I've noticed one thing in general with most people, and this is probably very obvious to people who go to school for this, everyone has their obsession(s), and I've started calling it their "geek(s)" when it comes to them talking endlessly about a subject.

This is the thing or things that one person can talk about for hours and still say "wait, I haven't told you the best part" and I've noticed it can lead to people being classed (and I hate classing people) as the "outcast" because the topic is uninvited, not because the person is uninvited. 

I guess this is a preachy thing to say, but I've noticed most people who do this and become the "outcast" don't realize what is causing them to be seen that way.
The thing is people are either blind to their faults when their fault is something they enjoy and also people are selfish (This is not selfish to where they won't hold open the door because their time is too valuable, this is just most people if they are hungry and have a hamburger, they're going to tell you get your own fucking burger unless they see someone worse off or someone equal to them that they care for. Instinctual selfishness). Everyone wants their turn to talk and so when the person goes on their geek and no one else talks and they are forced to listen or leave. When that is the average of every conversation with that person is them going of on their geek, that's when they are no longer accepted, outcasted.
I just felt like talking, who knows, maybe I'm talking bullshit, but I'm just saying what I was thinking and that's why I have this blog
Remember if I ever talk Psychology, this is NOT from somebody who has credentials, this is from an observer. Take everything I say about this as if you heard a friend say it, not a professional.
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What's the deal

What's the fucking deal with the pac-man ghosts? Pinky, Blinky, Inky, and Clyde... Clyde? Why is he Clyde? Clyde is the name of an IRS agent or an insurance agent, not a ghost coming to consume your soul, I mean, why, what, why-what what-why WHAY? Why am I talking about Clyde? Because I like him, he's my buddy. We do shots together... well I don't drink and he can't because he's dead. I wonder what he was like when he was alive... what type of death made him look like that in his afterlife?
Maybe pac-man is what exorcism is to these ghosts, does exorcism happen to bad ghosts only? Or Satan? Well it happened to the couple in Beetlejuice and they were a nice people...
I don't know, but Clyde, I love you, give me a hug but don't consume my soul... Well you can't (according to some people) because I'm a "ginger" ahhh, but my hair's not curly and I don't have freckles and it is getting closer to brown... does this mean I have a portion of soul? I don't know. I say I don't know a lot of times... I'd count but I don't want to know how many times I say that.

Meow

You ever have a cat? You ever have a cat that's sick? Let me tell you a story of hwo I've been living for the past week.
ahem
meow. meow. mew. Mrrrrow. MEOW. MOW. MEROOROW. MOW.
fuck.
Cat, I'm about to throw you. Nowhere specific, I'm just gonna throw you. So will you shut it?
Meow
Get off my accordion. Meow. Get off my bed. Get off my nerves. MREOROEO-GODDAMNED-ROW. Get out of range of hearing and die.
Fuck you... You're so adorable, aaaaaawwwwwwwwww, let me pet you, no don't run a way. run the way *then dramatically stare in the sun to embrace that godawful pun* DON'T YOU PISS ON MY LAUNDRY!!
Ran after him. I ran after him and I scared the piss out of him... all on my laundry...
MEOOEOEOOOW
I'm throwing* you in the garage
(*throw in this case means to lightly drop on the nearest pillow, yes there are a lot of pillows and boxes in my garage)
Aaahh silenc- GODDAMMIT DON'T YOU DO NOT KNOCK OVER he knocked over my boxes.
10 minutes of box rearranging tetris-like (you've all heard that one with boxes being tetris blocks) madness later.
Typing this blog post because I'm tired and I have a cup of Dr. Pepper in a Pepsi cup that I got from a machine that had a Coca-Cola logo on it at a gas station that dominantly sells Mountain Dew (in a town where everyone loves Diet Coke)

So this is a hangover

My siblings know how to party, I know how to party, we all know how to party.
I've never had the taste of alcohol.
I don't think I ever want to taste it again.
Ever.
It's all fun for the first 5 hours, everything seemed to be going in quick motion, but then it went to fast forward and I couldn't get a grip on anything and had to pray to the porcelain god for forgiveness.
Now I feel like I'm still balancing out and I don't want to feel like this anymore.

Never again
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Because I'm Not Clever

okay, I'm just goin on whatever comes out of my mind because I'm not clever.
I've really been going absolutely crazy considering my personal life is going to shit but guess what, I've learned not to care. It's easy once you find a friend who'll show you how.
A good thing that happened was I auditioned for a play a while ago, I didn't get cast.
Last Tuesday I got called out by the director who said "Hey, we had someone drop out, would you like to play the character Donald?" in my mind I thought "FUCK YES, GIVE ME MY SCRIPT NOW MOTHERFUCKER" what I said was "Yeah, when's the next rehearsal?"
and thus you see how my mind works through oddities and awesomenities... I'm gonna accept that as a word right now.
I wonder how many characters are allowed in this blog, that's something I'm going to have to figure out someday through an odd process.
Called getting laid
Just kidding, I'm not that crude... am I?
I want to get an XBox. so badly, I want Left 4 Dead... both of them... and Dance Central... and and and... I feel like a little kid writing to Santa Claus... maybe that will be my christmas blog if I can remember to get on my ass and type for a little bit.
I know I want to do a blog on my Halloween costume if I can get it to work and if I can take pics... I'm gonna try and dress up as Two-Face, and yes I know that I'm probably too old for Halloween, but, I'm not trying to be a man-child, I still feel like a kid.
Two-Face as in the animated series of Batman.
I finally saw Harry Potter 7 part 2 the other day, it's what I thought it would be. A Harry Potter movie that entertains most viewers through well choreographed action scenes and certain characters bad-assery
I was entertained by it, I like Harry Potter, but in no way would I say it's my favorite series, too little knowledge on how the magic works, and I'm not a fantasy guy, I read books like Kite Runner or To Kill a Mockingbird
I've decided I want to finish learning Swedish, learn Celtic, learn Latin, then learn Italian.
Why? Because I lived in Sweden for a little bit (and I know a girl who is fascinated by Swedish stuff, but mainly it's because my mother was born there) I'm playing and am going to play a lot of Italian character roles so my curiosity of the language arose and I love the "dead" languages

My Internet and Life and all that shit are on the fritz

That's why I haven't posted in a while, just so ya know.
And also
Mosh Pits are scary... Unless they're in Utah...
It's people swinging frantically in the hopes of hitting someone but I feel like they all want to go up to the people and just say "Oh, I'm so sorry. You all right?"
Except for a select few people whom I thought were batshit crazy.
But that's besides the point, the point is, I think I'm currently deaf. Slightly.
I went to hang out with some pals, and I was taken to a Death Metal Trance concert... Jesus god alla allmighty Zeus...
It was loud.
And I got hit in the face... by a fist... But it ain't that bad... most I got was a sore in my mouth..

Fritz... Is that a real word?
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