Our solar system to scale. You’ll see the Sun when the page loads, and 2 million pixels to the right you’ll come upon Pluto. Conclusion: our solar system is exhaustingly huge.
Earlier I was attempting to write an essay for my philosophy class, and was having some writer’s block. no, not the album. But anyway, my almost in real life friend Julie suggested I do some free writing to get all the thought clutter out of my noggin’. Here is the result. (Please ignore spelling mistakes, I typed this quickly and without punctuation.)
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lately i have been thinking a lot about the random things. like potatoes, and the smell of feet. i’m fairly certain it is all subconscious because my feet definitely have an odor from time to time. especially my soccer cleats. sweet baby jesus those things stank. sometimes my sisters would walk into my room when i lived at home and comment on the smell. in one particular instance my oldest sister came in and immediately started to dry heave, but she was preggers, so i take that one with a grain of salt. never mind, the taste might make her throw up too. ooo even worse story, i started to fake puke once when she was preggo to sort of make fun of her. she’s may sister, that’s what i’m supposed to do. and she actually started to do it too, until she actually yacked. i felt super bad about it, now i can laugh about it though.
my shoulders are really tense too. i think this because all of the desks i sit at here at school are at awkward heights, and i slouch, which doesn’t help the situation at all. at one point and time i was trying to correct my posture, then my back started to hurt when i would force myself to sit up straight for too long. so i stopped.
back to the topic of feet, whenever i wear my converse. my feet sweat profusely. i don’t know what the deal is, so a lot of the time when it’s warm enough, i walk around barefooted to avoid the stench build up. another reason is that i’m trying to strengthen my feet, my good friend max explained his theory that because so many shoes today have exaggerated insteps to help arch-support. his idea is that these are necessary mainly because they exist. by using all of these methods to help our feet, we are actually hurting our feet by not letting them build up the natural strength to initially make that arch strong. so twice a week during the summer he goes on a run short run barefoot to super strengthen his feet. i don’t buy into it as much, so i just walk around barefoot, and none of shoes really have a large instep either. so i’m already sort of in the clear.
geez my back is sore. sometimes i wasn’t as ticklish so jamie could give me better back massages. she is limited to a small area because i’m so sensitive. whenever she gets more on the sides by the ribs, i start twichting and flinching. plus she is really tiny, so she doens’t have much weight to put behind her to get at the deeper muscles. but i appreciate the solid effort. so i thank her and give her a big ole kiss. then i rub her feet in return. she absolutely loves it. i have found that if she’s stressed, rub the feet. tired and can’t sleep, rub the feet.
[quick interjection, im at work right now sitting at the desk, and some guy was sitting on the bench, and i was playing music on my laptop. and he asked what it was, so i responded, Kaki King. he said it sounds real nice. this was really cool to me, mainly because it was pretty obvious that he identified with the typical black community. enyce jeans and roca wear zip up. and generally through years of experience that the musical tastes seem to stay fairly specific to hip-hop and its similar forms. for him to say that makes me remind myself not to judge a book by its cover. and to remember that Kaki King is badass and transcends all races.]
Back to the point, I may start to use the rub the feet to solve everything. if we’re bickering at each other, tell her to sit down and just start giving her a foot massage out of nowhere. i bet if i really tried, i could cure world hunger by rubbing jamie’s feet.
we shall see how my plan goes.
i’m so obsessed with them now.
i can eat a whole thing in 3 days. i eat a row each night. i’m horrible.
i’m waiting for 17 again to download. mmm zac efron
On a related matter, I once ate an entire package of Oreos in one sitting. Grabbed a TV tray, a gallon of milk, a mug, and a package of Oreos. I sat my ass down on the couch, then watched TV a gorged until the package was empty. After that I got up and took a nap. Since then, I have never been able to fully enjoy Oreos.
The Strokes | The Modern Age
[Photo: The remains of victims that were allegedly kidnapped and killed by a criminal gang in the jungle of Peru for human fat trafficking.]
Gang ‘killed victims to extract their fat’
Peruvian police arrest suspects who allegedly drained their victims and sold liquid as an anti-wrinkle treatment
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The xx - Night Time [Later… with Jools Holland]