30/09/09

Right. Decided to try something new.

Every once in a while, when I remember to do so, I might write here about random stuff that’s on my mind. I can’t promise you if it’ll be exciting, funny, or even remotely interesting, but neither will I worry about that. That’s your job.

My job is to find pointless stuff to rant about. Like… drinking milk out of the carton.
Yeah. Let’s start there. The world’s fucked up as it is anyway.
On a sidenote: I do would like to warn you that I indeed use words like ‘fuck’ and derivatives. I like to think that this does not make me a horrible person.

Anyway. Milk cartons. Many people believe that drinking milk out of the carton is bad, especially if said carton has yet to be used by other milk-drinkers, because it would spread germs. I called bullshit on this since I was 12 (about 8 years ago. I’m almost 20, so we can have the ‘guess-her-age’ games done with. This also means that any possible creepy pedophile person may pack up and go hunt elsewhere. And shave that beard, will ya?) and drank anyway. Why? Well, for one, it’s a whole lot easier. You take the carton. If it’s got a special open/close flap thingy you open the thingy, and you drink. Then you close the thingy again, and you put the carton away again. Drinking out of a glass involves getting out, filling and getting rid of a glass as well. Worse, you have to clean the glass, needlessly wasting time, energy, clean water and dishwasher. Drinking milk out of the carton isn’t just easy. It’s also good for the environment, and for your pocket money.
As for the argument that it spreads germs, this is basically a good thing. Yes, it’s true that drinking milk from a carton someone already drank from makes you swallow germs that are unknown to your body. However, these germs do not have the numbers to pose a threat. And your body now has the chance to analyze the germs after they viciously massacred them, allowing it to make anti-bodies against this kind of germ, meaning that you are now protected against more kinds of germs when a big wave does hit you.
Trading saliva is one of the best ways of arming yourself against diseases. And we do this already to the people who are dearly close to us – or random strangers after we drank a bit too much. Only we don’t call it ‘trading saliva’. We call it ‘kissing’.
So drinking out of the carton is pretty much a form of kissing people you are comfortable enough with to be near the same carton of milk they use, but not close enough to put your tongue in their mouth.
Ofcourse, if you don’t like milk, or are lactose intolerant, the same is true for just about any beverage that requires several ‘goes’ before a container of it is empty.
As for you hygiene freaks out there: phuh.

In other news, during today’s class of Early Modern History, Charles of Spain, Austria, the Netherlands and Burgundy won an election and became Holy Roman Emperor. His contenders were King Henry the Umpteenth of England and King Francis of France.
Yeah. Francis of France. French…
Anyway. Charles did keep his promise of being a not-aggressive emperor in that he didn’t invade France, like Francis feared he would. He did attack an ally of France, east of the Netherlands because they ‘were close to my domain, and it was infringing the Netherlands’ sovereignty’, or some shit like that. Anyway. Kudos on the not invading France bit. When I played Empire: Total War as the British, the first thing I did was conquering the shit out of France. Why? I needed their American colonies, and could do without the mess of a European war. Ok, Spain wants my guts on a silver platter because of it, but they’re just Spanish, right? Killed all of their smart women in the Inquisitions, cutting out half their smart genes?
I can say this, cause I’m talking about a computer game. Means it’s not real.

Anyway, that’s it for tonight. It’s 22.47 at the moment. That’s, er, European mainland time. That’s 21.47 GMT. I neither know nor care what time that is in which state of the US.
Thank you for reading, if you indeed bothered. I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks.

-Ty.

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I wrote this poem a while ago because at the time this was for me the only way I could express my feelings for a girl I really liked…

She said no, by the way, but that doesn’t make her any less awesome.

Anyway, I should’ve posted this one earlier, but I, er, forgot.

Hey you,

How do you do?
I just wanted to tell you…
I love your hair, and…
I really like your laugh
And I know you don’t really know me.
And I know I don’t really know you.
But…
I like the way you think,
And I like the way the world seems to shrink to the here and now,
whenever you’re near and how you make me feel easy and content.
And I’d like to spend more time with you.
Because you see…
I like you. I really do…
I think…

And I don’t know how, and I don’t know why,
And I don’t know if I should even try.
But there’s something that makes me keep on thinking about you.
Something fine… something true…
And if you don’t feel the same way I do,
then that’s fine for me too.
As long as you don’t cast me aside,
like a piece of trash, or a shoe too wide.
What we have now is fine for me too
I just don’t want to lose someone as special as you
And deep down you know that’s true.
You do… it’s true…
I just wanted to tell you.
I think I like you…
No.
I do.
I really do.