Art is Behind Math is Behind Art.

OKAY OKAY OKAY! shut up. Guess what!?

(You know, now that I think about it, it's interesting how regular phrases in our language quickly lose their originality to be replaced by cliche sentiments. Such as: "Guess What." It's not even a question. It's a statement. It's not: "Guess what I did today?" or "Guess who I met?" No, they don't want you to guess--they just want to tell you. In this fashion, you basically ASK to know what they want to say, leaving no room for any doubt on whether or not you were interested in the first place. Thus--they tell you directly to "Guess: "What" Just something interesting I thought I would mention...)

"Okay Kid Will, stfu with your long bullshit parenthesis trying to act all smart and just tell me!"

Okay! I woke up this morning to weigh myself in the bathroom and I couldn't believe my eyes to witness my scale say: "Loading....Processing...Weighing...1 3 5." Fuckin' made my day! I gained 3 pounds! THREE. In just a week! I'm so happy. I've never weighed so much in my life!

(Unless you count the time when my cousins were coming over and I knew they all loved goldfish--but fuck it dude goldfish is MY favorite snack--so I forced myself to eat all of it selfishly and greedily so I wouldn't have to share)

So I guess I might just have a shot at this bulking thing after all.

You know, I never really feel like blogging. I really don't--until I open up this page and actually start typing. I guess it's true when they say Find motivation in the doing rather than the thinking.

(Okay maybe that's not exactly how it goes--but it's like telling a funny joke to a friend and not knowing all the important details--you just end up looking retarded--unless you pretend that you forgot the rest of the joke in an effort to save your humiliation credit to the fact that you fail at any type of humorous ploy.)

"Wow Kid Will, you really like using parenthesis today don't you?"

Well. I like to try new things. The way I think of it, if I scramble an egg 100 different ways over 100 days, I'm bound to find the BEST way out of those 100 methods--isn't that correct? Rather than finding something simple that "kinda" works--but just sticking with it anyway because I know it's "decent." You give that idea a damn long thought as it deserves--and once you get the message you read on, you reading thing you.

By the way, is it just me, or when you get a whiff of a very different scent, your entire life sometimes seems to zoom out into perspective, or you feel as if you're someone else, or that you're life is somehow different temporarily?

If you answered yes, give yourself a high five.







(Hah that's a clap! you moron!)

If you answered no, close this window out and resist coming back to reread the rest of this blog.

Today was an interesting day anyway. After having an orgasmic instance of joy at seeing 135 on the weight scale, I lurched my fatass straight back into my room to learn "Girls Not Grey" on the guitarra. Not finished yet, but it's a complicated song. Then I sang "I'M LIVING ALONE" as I bunny hopped around my house (Home Alone 2 anyone?) when I realized that...you guessed it--I was alone. Subsequently, (that means: in the following event, or afterward, and yes it's a very smart sounding word so remember the meaning and use it when you need to report to police officers on what happened at the crime scene. An example might be: "I began eating my sandwich and subsequently, I saw John get shot in the face." See? It makes you seem THAT much more credible, and if you're on the news, both your friends AND family will be brimming with pride at that smart individual they are associated with--which in all cases of cases--will be you. ) I made myself some beefaroni and then got dressed for work.

I don't like calling it work. Your mentality will fuck you if you keep thinking that what you're doing is "work" or otherwise, a negative connotative definition of something you are inevitably obligated to take part in--thus causing a higher percentage of mental drain as you do your job. I just think of it as "Runnin' the Fro-Yo Lounge."

Doesn't is sound better anyway?

"Hey Will, what are you up to this week?"
"I have work all week."
"(-_-)"
"(-_-)"

OR!

"Hey Will, what are you up to this week?"
"Bitch!--I be chillun at the Fro-Yo Lounge n shiet. Slicen them Strawburries nd shiet."
"(0_0)"
" (:D) " (SIDEWAYS FACE OF MILD CONTENTMENT)

In summary:

Make your thinking fit reality
instead of trying to
make reality fit your thinking.

Or reality...will end you.