of patterns and pick-up trucks

dammit... it's 2 :14 am to be exact, this font that I'm typing in is funny. It would be awesome if my handwriting was even half as good as this shit. Screw that, I wish my handwriting was legible. Actually no, screw that... my handwritten blogs are too personal. Yes, I keep a diary.
....... Yea, I'm sorry.. I'm suck at lieing when I'm typing. To think of it that's ridiculous, I mean you don't even have to keep a straight face. You know, a straight face like that of a man who lends his voice to a documentary. Which reminds me, I don't understand these producers, they all use the sleep-inducing voice. Suckers. Imagine if doctor evil did a documentary...

"The pengiuns like to stick together through thick but not thin, experts like to argue that it's something that comes to them naturally, but after my short yet hair-raising (double pun*) research I came to the conclusion that it's just plain common sense that tells them not walk and then drown on thin ice as a group . Gives penguins a bad name. Just as bad cause the 'experts' failed to use that very common sense to reach to their conclusions.
Anyways, enough's enough, Austin Powers we know that you're not hot but you still get the chicks, wow I am jealous. I can't believe that people can watch us tussle it out a fourth time. Anyways I am in the south pole, having unlimited supply of snow-cones, using up the worlds water... stop me if you can. Santa Clause is on the north pole. Emphasis 'on'. It's September, so he's probably in his red thermal boxers smoking crack, or dealing it to the kids at school... "I know who's been a bad boy/girl this year huan huan (snicker)".. I hate him, he's fat and old and popular with the chicks too. But the real reason I hate him is not the fact that, apparently, the girls love him but the fact that he's such a big show-off about it.. "hoe hoe hoe.." .. such a pimpster. Guy needs 7 deers. And then there's the Rat with the Ninja turtles. Guy needs to loosen up, guy needs 7 beers. That rhymes... beautiful poetry... bootyful as santa would say.
Anyways I'm on tv...and it's time to the put my pinky on my lips"

.... that would suck too.
* Double-pun because a)........ I dunno I've lost track of the topic and b) cause I have no hair ha!

Talking about patterns. When I write my book, not so pointless it will be, it will be greatly influenced by the idea of patterns. Mind you not a dupatta pattern. That I will talk about in my other book. But in this one I would like to emphasize on the fact that there's a pattern in everything, you've just got to find it. It's on the tarmac on the road. There's a pattern for infinite variables with infinite variables. Like how rain-water sometimes lands on some parts of you at one time and the next time on other parts. The way in which the floor is crack, the trees shed leaves, the tiles in the bathroom (that pattern is probably planned)... and so on.
Stop. Enough random philosophy. A 'B-' in intro to philosophy means that you shouldn't think. Screw that, I think therefore I am. Ha! I quote De Cartes to the Philosophy that disowned me. Bloody class participation marks.

Ok cheer up time. Random-on-the-spot-madeup-joke-time. OK. There are these people who are friends. One of them is a stoner. Stoner leaves. And then one of the other friends becomes the stoner's replacement. One fine evening another friend catches neo-stoner roasting a roach, and he asks him ' dude what's up with that? ' . And neo-stoner says, refering to the departed, "someone's got to replace his 'high'ness ".... I am so good. I wish I was as good as boasting about the fact that I am this good.

Speaking of pick-up trucks... picture this [and I don't mean to plagiarise so I'm mentioning before hand the dialogue has heavy influence from the beavis and butthead show] ..pick-up truck driver's pick-up line.. "Hey .. get out of my dreams and into my car baby.." Which reminds me, I once knew this guy who went to return his pick-up truck after this girl turned him down, he said the truck didn't work.
Clearly, there isn't much to say to that because I just made the story up. But I'm hoping one of my friends does something like that, so that I can erase these last two lines.

I feel like having Sprite. Wait. Pause. It probably sucks for you guys because my blog is so stationary... so not in tune with time and space. There's no mention of how the day went, or what's happening, or what will happen. I mean if the clock didn't tick or if it moved too fast, it would not effect in any way on what I have written. Even if I had been writing this very thing at a different point in time.

But I'll not stick to conventions and mention that someone said today that "it's in our minds". And I don't know if he just randomly said those words or if he was actually thinking about it. Philosophy.

My mind is dry, I'm out of ideas. I'm no more in the hub of creativity. Random thoughts don't just come to me anymore, I've got to try and seek them out now. Sucks. Guy struggles. Guy needs 7 cheers. I'm leaving now.. high and dry.