AW Effect

This is a very discontinuous rant that I attempted to make continuous at points. Also I am being purposely vague because this is a public blog, and so if it doesn’t make sense to you, it’s probably not supposed to.

The Archaic Weaponry Effect (AW Effect) (it’s referencing something that K-, M-, Inx, and I made up in the car ride over that was full of both giggles and “oh God what are we going to think of next” and thinking about Taboo and lots of randomness about Halloween party and our uterus/virginity hurting… but not collectively because we are not in sync yet… along with awesome story that most people will not think is awesome but we think is awesome because we have a very weird sense of humor) actually has nothing to do with weapons. The AW Effect exists when two entities are extremely close to the point where I can’t tell where one mind starts and the other finishes, and they seem to be completely at odds regarding the – well, actually I won’t say, because I would assume it would make it too obvious. And dear readers, you most likely already know what’s going on, but for the few of you who don’t, I’d like to keep you in the dark. But they take turns, and there is a passing period where life basically sucks for any third party involved.

It’s just something that inflicts my every day life with abnormal amounts of pain, and makes me wish that I really didn’t care. Because honestly, how hard is it for two instances of something to occur simultaneously? Do you script my life? Because if you do, really, can you make it better? Seriously? And why do you have to be so mean to me. You make me cry. Feel bad. Now. But of course you do not feel bad. Of course you probably do not have any idea what you are doing to me, neither of you. Unless you guys are actually secret masterminds who are plotting out my life to make it so that I am perpetually miserable, in which case, you guys are horrible. Emphasis on the whore.

On a completely different note, I’ve been listening to “Dreaming of You” (E-, you should be happy! It’s the first song that I listen to that has had like… any Spanish at all in it J). Late at night when the all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you… and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too… I do wish. So much so that breathing hurts. It’s such a pretty song! L-, thanks for being more of a hopeless romantic than I am, and printing out fanfic for me every morning. And having Love Actually on your Zune. Because you kind of brighten up my day all the time. Seriously, you are one of the most fabulous people I know. And having a glitter wand made of a bubble tea straw. Oh you, I should tell you to do homework instead of making my life so much more wonderful. All I have are dreams of you… and a few cherished memories, even if you don’t like them. (Oh, before you readers get confused, I’m referencing two different people. At least. I might end up referencing like six.) I’m dreaming of you tonight Really, I don’t have dreams. I have nightmares. About the silliest things. But I do have nightmares always, and they’re always so realistic. And if you’re reading it, you’ve graced a dream of mine. Yes dream, not nightmare. FEEL SPECIAL.

I love my friends more than anything in the world. I am super grateful for them. They’re just the light of my world when my life seems to be collapsing (but really, it’s just dull. I want a shiny world, please). Okay, I am done with my pretty fail rant. Goodnight, all you readers.

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