I Make No Sense.

Another pointless post. Damn it, I have to stop doing this...talking about NOTHING! God,It's like I'm Bill O'Reilly or something.
You know, speaking of crazy conservatives, I've been thinking about what Ann Coulter said in her book, "How To Talk To A Liberal (If You Must)" Before I begin, let's clear something up...I didn't buy this book, I was lent it buy a conservative teacher of mine. (Incedentally, I think he's actually the only other person in the school who knows who Ann Coulter is...)If you're going to try the hilarious uncorrectness of this woman, I recommend buying two books at the same time. "Lies, and The Lying Liars Who Tell Them." By the remarkably funny Al Franken, and the above mentioned Ann Coulter.
Anyway, actually getting to the point, Coulter mentions in her book something I find kind of a weird argument. She justifies racial profiling by saying that all of the hijackers involved in the September 11 attacks looked virtually identical.
Now, I don't mean to blunt, but this is one of weirdest things I've ever heard from this woman. But let's be fair. We'll try out her method of thinking.
Hmm...lets see...



Okay, according to Ann Coulter's logic, the third object is an apple. The characteristics? They're all red. They're all round. Well, done, I think that theory has been proved right!
Wait...this doesn't seem quite right yet. Let's try it on an actual person. Since Ann Coulter is the author, it only seems fitting that we should do her, right? So let's try it.



Ok, I know this one! According to my calculations, Ann Coulter is a porn star! They've all got blond hair, they're all white, they're all crazy...
But wait...I just checked the facts. Actually, Ann Coulter isn't a porn star. Who would've thought it. Maybe racial profiling isn't the answer, COULTER!

My Revelation: or, "Why Am I So Goddamn Weird All The Time?"

The other day, I realized something I should have realized a long time ago.

I am incredibly out of place, all the time, everywhere, with almost everyone.

I think I have subconciously known this since first grade. My typical first grade interactions usually consisted of me kind of drifting off alone, some nice kid asking me to play with them, me eagerly accepting and then scaring them off. I think it was because I was (1)kind of erratic (2) really weird. (3) And had, as my cousins bluntly put it, a "freakishy large" vocabulary for a six year old. It made me depressed at the time, not having any friends, but looking back on it, I don't really think it was that bad. Sure, I didn't fit in, but did I really want to, that bad? I sure don't now. I mean, why on Earth would any one want to sit around and talk about what a slut so and so is and how dumb this and that is, and don't you just loooove all our cool meaningless babble? I just can't relate to people that spend their lives obsessing over the faults and triumphs of other people.

To Be Continued. When I can figure how to word the rest of my thoughts.