A sponge. Takes up a pretty good volume but doesn't weight much. Then you put it in water and it absorbs it. You take it out of the water then - it is maybe a little larger in volume, but it is much heavier. It now has a real weight, but not a bad weight. It is not that the sponge's boots are heavy, but that it is no longer empty. And it will stay all nice and full for a while until it dries up naturally, from evaporation - and when it dries up from evaporation, there is lots of time to dunk it back in the water so that it will be saturated again.
But on the other hand, you can pretty easily wring it out.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Actions, Words, Volume, etc.
Image issues.
Fun.
So recently I did some things that may appear to be acts of a carnal matter. Not true. I helped (and befriended ?) a drunk girl.
In a closet.
While we were in there people had gathered around.
And when we came out I got high-fives.
But we didn't actually fool around. We talked about how much fun Vancouver was and how her ex is terrible and probably how we aren't allowed to fool around because I used to date her bestfriend.
Later she kind of collapses on me on the hostess' bed and we have another deep talk about dying alone and about how she used to not like me, but I'm an all right guy now - but I dated her best friend so I am off limits. Annie comes back with water, and Alex slowly begins the process of sobering up.
This is where I should mention that I kind of thought that sober-Alex mildly disliked me.
Annie and I had a school talk and kind of a girls (well, Bree) talk.
So time passes, taquitos but I don't care. Reagan wanders over and we do a name game. Reagan, Annie, Dan, Lucy. Lucy? No way you are a Lucy. No, really? Yeah man she's Lucy. Okay, okay, so Lucy and--
Reagan, Annie, Fred, Lucy. Okay, got it. Annie, Fred, Lucy. Lucy and I sneak off and don't fool around until we decide we need to save Annie. Then there is a part that I forget but eventually we end up watching Batman. Annie sits on the couch next to 13-year-old Nicole and Alex sits on the floor. Reegan comes over and calls names again - Annie, Jakob, Natalie (I think). His girlfriend (I think?) calls him away. Nicole gets up to get eats or just to leave because. I steal her seat. She comes back and I offer it back to her but she doesn't take it. Reegan stumbles back over. He might have been trying to get someone's phone number or something. He almost stepped on Nicole. I offered her her seat back. She was reluctant because she had been left to believe I was not a very good guy. She was almost stepped on again, so she took it and I sat on the floor in front of her (between her and Reagan because I could tell she was feeling a little threatened) and next to Alex.
Did I mention that it was her birthday the next day? Oh, well, it was her birthday the next day. Happy birthday if you are reading this.
Eventually Reegan and his girlfriend went home. Alex asked if she was allowed to sleep on my lap. Yeah, sure. So she did. She eventually got cold so I gave her my jacket. For a moment, I thought to myself: 'This is really an okay way for the evening to go.' Space opened up on the couch so we relocated and got Alex a real blanket. Annie and I had a bit of a girls/boys talk and an our relationship (we could be a couple again, but ehn) talk.
Soon enough, time to go came around. I walked Alex and Annie to where they needed to be and phoned my father.
I am leaving out some things probably. Some that I am forgetting, some that I don't want to remember. Any way about it, that is the story of how I am a good dude even though it doesn't look that way all the time. I suppose it is also the story of how I don't get laid - or a chapter therein maybe.
Fun.
So recently I did some things that may appear to be acts of a carnal matter. Not true. I helped (and befriended ?) a drunk girl.
In a closet.
While we were in there people had gathered around.
And when we came out I got high-fives.
But we didn't actually fool around. We talked about how much fun Vancouver was and how her ex is terrible and probably how we aren't allowed to fool around because I used to date her bestfriend.
Later she kind of collapses on me on the hostess' bed and we have another deep talk about dying alone and about how she used to not like me, but I'm an all right guy now - but I dated her best friend so I am off limits. Annie comes back with water, and Alex slowly begins the process of sobering up.
This is where I should mention that I kind of thought that sober-Alex mildly disliked me.
Annie and I had a school talk and kind of a girls (well, Bree) talk.
So time passes, taquitos but I don't care. Reagan wanders over and we do a name game. Reagan, Annie, Dan, Lucy. Lucy? No way you are a Lucy. No, really? Yeah man she's Lucy. Okay, okay, so Lucy and--
Reagan, Annie, Fred, Lucy. Okay, got it. Annie, Fred, Lucy. Lucy and I sneak off and don't fool around until we decide we need to save Annie. Then there is a part that I forget but eventually we end up watching Batman. Annie sits on the couch next to 13-year-old Nicole and Alex sits on the floor. Reegan comes over and calls names again - Annie, Jakob, Natalie (I think). His girlfriend (I think?) calls him away. Nicole gets up to get eats or just to leave because. I steal her seat. She comes back and I offer it back to her but she doesn't take it. Reegan stumbles back over. He might have been trying to get someone's phone number or something. He almost stepped on Nicole. I offered her her seat back. She was reluctant because she had been left to believe I was not a very good guy. She was almost stepped on again, so she took it and I sat on the floor in front of her (between her and Reagan because I could tell she was feeling a little threatened) and next to Alex.
Did I mention that it was her birthday the next day? Oh, well, it was her birthday the next day. Happy birthday if you are reading this.
Eventually Reegan and his girlfriend went home. Alex asked if she was allowed to sleep on my lap. Yeah, sure. So she did. She eventually got cold so I gave her my jacket. For a moment, I thought to myself: 'This is really an okay way for the evening to go.' Space opened up on the couch so we relocated and got Alex a real blanket. Annie and I had a bit of a girls/boys talk and an our relationship (we could be a couple again, but ehn) talk.
Soon enough, time to go came around. I walked Alex and Annie to where they needed to be and phoned my father.
I am leaving out some things probably. Some that I am forgetting, some that I don't want to remember. Any way about it, that is the story of how I am a good dude even though it doesn't look that way all the time. I suppose it is also the story of how I don't get laid - or a chapter therein maybe.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I am stupid and an idiot
Christ.
I can't fucking do this any more. I just get pulled around by everybody and I am never good enough.
Been lied to, been put down, been dragged around.
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I am not good enough for her to leave her boyfriend.
I am not good enough for casual sex.
I am not good enough.
I am not good.
The next step in the progression is obvious, but I try not to think that far ahead.
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Fuck.
I can't fucking do this any more. I just get pulled around by everybody and I am never good enough.
Been lied to, been put down, been dragged around.
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I am not good enough for her to leave her boyfriend.
I am not good enough for casual sex.
I am not good enough.
I am not good.
The next step in the progression is obvious, but I try not to think that far ahead.
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Fuck.
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