Belles, Stars and Boulevards

Yesh thats my image. If its not very good. Well thats Ian computer art for ya.
A spurt of randomness made me come to cg today in a black shirt with a bright pink design on it. It also made me extremely high and not wear my glasses.
Squinting at bus numbers a while later made me realize that glasses are there for a reason, even if your power is like 100.
Then again, this spurt of highness made me dare to walk down the street in a that thing. Maybe its a good thing. Someone stared at me. I stared at him until he looked away. I think I know how people get away with embarrassing stuff now. Its like:
Person A(on the bus really loudly, off key): WHY CANT YOU SEE.............
Person I: can you erm, like please stop sin-
Person A: YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Person I: You are disturbing others....
Person A: YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEEEEEEE
Person I(losing it): AND YOU'RE OFF KEY
Person A glares....
Person I: What!!!
Person A GLARES
Person I: Okay okay I'm sorree.....
Person A GLARES MURDEROUSLY
Person I gets off the bus at the next stop as fast as he can.

Well it didnt really happen, but i can envision it happening.

Ever seen those random motivational phrases to make you happy
like er. Dont care what others think
Give everyone a big smile today!
My favourite is Sing Like Nobody's Around.
I wish I was obnoxious enough to do it.
Okay I did it once.
But I was squirming inside all the way.
And I stopped after a 100 metres when people started giving me queer looks.
Thats worse than if they confront you themselves in case you havent realized.

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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Starstruck
Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on me Living life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on
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