Simpler Times
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
A rude awakening...
This doesn't even feel the same. It was ever since I changed the colors.
Fruit in my wine alone at home earlier than the usual.
Used me, abused me
Or just myself. It was only a matter of time, always is.
My name is Yon Yonson. I live in Wisconsin.
Fruit in my wine alone at home earlier than the usual.
Used me, abused me
Or just myself. It was only a matter of time, always is.
My name is Yon Yonson. I live in Wisconsin.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Yes, again
I about a billion things to write in here that I thought of on the drive home. All of this specificity but then all of a sudden I had to get out of my car. So I have learned, yet again, that I should not drive when I am stoned because I let my brain focus on other things perhaps not focusing on. And because we all know that you should focus on your driving when you're driving; you may kill someone else. Just as you shouldn't drive drunk, either. Many of us doing it with only ourselves in mind like, "If I die, then it was my fault anyway," not like, "If I drive without focusing my attention on driving, then I may kill someone or myself." Maybe later I can prepare a truth table to find out if these compound sentences are equivalent!
We have been studying symbolic logic in math for the past week and it is quite fun! It's like a game. Today we had four separate statements written in different ways and then an original compound statement. We figured out the truth value of each sentence which made sense besides the weird ambiguous ones, and then compared the truth value to the original's value and there you have it! Brilliant!
The statement was something like, "If it is snowing, then I wear a jacket." The alternate statements were something like (this may be wrong):
a: If I wear a jacket, then it is snowing.
b: It is not snowing and I wear a jacket.
c: It is snowing or I wear a jacket.
d: It is not snowing or I don't wear a jacket.
Anyway, it sounds boring... it is a little boring but it's like a puzzle and I've never been good at puzzles. Teacher said take a guess and just write it down over here, and then do the work and see if you were right. I was right! I am a psychic! And the smart guy in the back guess the two that were very wrong. Yay for logic even it may be a hetero-normative excuse in life, as the philosopher claimed at the Symposium. I always think about that... but mostly I feel like it is a quantifiable way to measure out arguments, to dissect them and find the bullshit per say. A quantifiable way to measure out arguments. That's a pretty horrible sentence hahahahahahahhHAHAHHAhahahHAHHAahhahuahdehehehehehhohohohohoh
Anyway, I wonder why Math 100 is so easy and much more fun than the hard ass algebra classes I took before this!? If anything, this shit could be taught online to much more avail (makes sense?) than Algebra 2.
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Brett called me today and I may or may not have been a little bitchy on the phone.
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Stoned at the moment.
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"'Cause paranoia ain't the way to live your life from day to day, so leave your doubts and your fears behind" - *NSYNC
We have been studying symbolic logic in math for the past week and it is quite fun! It's like a game. Today we had four separate statements written in different ways and then an original compound statement. We figured out the truth value of each sentence which made sense besides the weird ambiguous ones, and then compared the truth value to the original's value and there you have it! Brilliant!
The statement was something like, "If it is snowing, then I wear a jacket." The alternate statements were something like (this may be wrong):
a: If I wear a jacket, then it is snowing.
b: It is not snowing and I wear a jacket.
c: It is snowing or I wear a jacket.
d: It is not snowing or I don't wear a jacket.
Anyway, it sounds boring... it is a little boring but it's like a puzzle and I've never been good at puzzles. Teacher said take a guess and just write it down over here, and then do the work and see if you were right. I was right! I am a psychic! And the smart guy in the back guess the two that were very wrong. Yay for logic even it may be a hetero-normative excuse in life, as the philosopher claimed at the Symposium. I always think about that... but mostly I feel like it is a quantifiable way to measure out arguments, to dissect them and find the bullshit per say. A quantifiable way to measure out arguments. That's a pretty horrible sentence hahahahahahahhHAHAHHAhahahHAHHAahhahuahdehehehehehhohohohohoh
Anyway, I wonder why Math 100 is so easy and much more fun than the hard ass algebra classes I took before this!? If anything, this shit could be taught online to much more avail (makes sense?) than Algebra 2.
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Brett called me today and I may or may not have been a little bitchy on the phone.
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Stoned at the moment.
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"'Cause paranoia ain't the way to live your life from day to day, so leave your doubts and your fears behind" - *NSYNC
Thursday, September 9, 2010
i'll add playing dress up to the list.
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These are those pants I scored at that show, I bought the shirt from Goodwill the other day.
and for fun.... see i'm straight....
Got both skirts for my Grandmother's funeral years ago... haven't worn them since. I think it's a little fucked up that I felt like I needed to go out and BUY something to wear for her funeral... and all I got was compliments from family members on how nice I looked, mostly from my blithering mother... and not any sorries for my loss. Both of these still ahve the tag attatched.
The blue shirt was bought quickly one Christmas to wear to Brett's Dad's Christmas party... The red belt was bought for a wedding and never worn. I just transformed that Weezer shirt into a tank top. That red sweatshirt was bought at a thrift store somewhere or another... too itchy to wear for longer than a few minutes.
Ideas to pass the time...
Masturbate
Nap, or masturbate then nap
Get stoned
Read, then go to sleep
Write, then nap
Wash things
Clean things
Make love, but that requires more
Blog
Exercise
Download things
Get drunk
Make music
Pray
Create opinions
Rationalize your thoughts
Do homework
Cry
Watch TV
I forgot where I was going with this. Right now I am going to do the first two. The others have been done....
Nap, or masturbate then nap
Get stoned
Read, then go to sleep
Write, then nap
Wash things
Clean things
Make love, but that requires more
Blog
Exercise
Download things
Get drunk
Make music
Pray
Create opinions
Rationalize your thoughts
Do homework
Cry
Watch TV
I forgot where I was going with this. Right now I am going to do the first two. The others have been done....
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
They weren't home all day because he's black
They didn't shake his hand because he's black!!!! I must be able to admit that my parents are white trash racists. THey must be thinking, "If it's not a girl, it's a black guy, if it's not a guy then she must be a lesbian. What did we do wrong to deserve this?"
It's hilarious. Actually, it's pathetic. What a fun weekend, everything seemed to work out nicely... Much alcohol in my system and backed up pipes and vents...
My head hurts though. From the clenching...
I have two or three mountains of dirty clothes collecting in my room. Seven un-shuttable drawers and one un-shuttable closet. All in the name of partying. I seem to forget what it's like to take care of myself... but just for the weekend.
Bobette... was drinking three drinks at a time this night
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Night Beats... went swimming my pool all day yesterday.
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Sean's neighbor's backyard. Placentia, California
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I was on the roof just behind this yard when Bob called me crying over Britt. I called Britt to hear her stupid voice atop her high horse, abusing Bob, using her, and holding a piece of chocolate cake in front of her and taking it away after she hands her the fork. Nice Britt. Grow the fuck up.
Does anybody even care? I bet you get a lot of compliments down there.
It's hilarious. Actually, it's pathetic. What a fun weekend, everything seemed to work out nicely... Much alcohol in my system and backed up pipes and vents...
My head hurts though. From the clenching...
I have two or three mountains of dirty clothes collecting in my room. Seven un-shuttable drawers and one un-shuttable closet. All in the name of partying. I seem to forget what it's like to take care of myself... but just for the weekend.
Bobette... was drinking three drinks at a time this night
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Night Beats... went swimming my pool all day yesterday.
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Sean's neighbor's backyard. Placentia, California
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I was on the roof just behind this yard when Bob called me crying over Britt. I called Britt to hear her stupid voice atop her high horse, abusing Bob, using her, and holding a piece of chocolate cake in front of her and taking it away after she hands her the fork. Nice Britt. Grow the fuck up.
Does anybody even care? I bet you get a lot of compliments down there.
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Sunday, September 5, 2010
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