here we go again.
LOVE LOVE LOVE. what is this obession with love? we all love the idea of being in love. when i were little, my friends and i crowded around a piece of paper and wrote "T R U E L O V E" on it. then i'd write my full name down and his full name. each letter in our names that have a letter in "truelove" counted as one point. tally up the points. for the letters that did not have any points, they become an extra digit in the end. so for example, if the two of us only had a T and none of other letters we'd be 10,000,000. so the higher we'd score, the more compatible we'd be. i'd always score high because i have a short name. unless the guy's name was unnaturally long. and this game which isn't really a game caused us girls to giggle and woo and awhh and blush about being compatible to certain boys in our classes during sleepovers. but most of all, it allowed us to hope. hope that true love did exist somewhere, someday.
and my best friend hated the game. absolutely abhored that silly paper game. mainly because her absurdly long russian last name ironically contained the words "love" in it. and she would call the game illogical and stupid. and i guess it is illogical. to think that some letters in our names could prove the rest of our lives and the shorter our names were meant the more compatible we would be. it was nonsense. no no. it was more of a missense because it made sense...just not the right sense. but of course, i just thought she was being annoying and that she was just jealous of me always scoring higher with every guy. (that sounded dirty somehow...)
ugh. girls are so illogical when they are little. so very silly. and when we get older, we become even more silly (if it is possible), but with a bitter, vindictive spin to it. girls are so evil when it comes to love.
and it's ironic now to think that a game which determined true love was illogical because love is illogical and maybe the game was fitting somehow if you think about it that way.
this is what i do when im not studying. thinking about silly games we used to play. that and love. which i kind of don't truly believe in. ha. i don't truly believe in true love. odd.
and today at work, this man bought condoms along with his groceries. sex do not come cheap these days (9.99...10.69 w/ tax ...ilya...hah). and i was on short order so i had to bag everything. and i was very confused. he didn't buy any other non-eatable things and a condom did not need its own bag because its way too small. so i stood there awkwardly wondering where i should put the condoms with...the yogurt, the eggs? i think i ended up putting it with the oranges...mm...oranges...a patient yet intrusive fruit. he can have an orange after he uses the condoms. oh wait it was a banana split...wasn't it? i liked there's something about mary.
so seriously...what is this OBSESSION with love. evol. one letter alway from evil spelled backwards. that must mean something.
count stars and freeze. great advice.
-g1
later:
cHarmZgirL23: E's are bad because there's two of them
Mangorivers: i have an e but i don't have a guy so i can't play
Mangorivers: now i must go and study french
cHarmZgirL23: bye
Mangorivers: romance language...grrr