Not what it a-pear-s to be

So I was drinking some Kool Aid Jammers Grape...drink... and it said "Artificially flavored" AND "Made from Real Fruit Juice!" So I was wondering what was going on. Then, when I found the box, the ingredients (not to be found on the individual Caprisun-style drink packages) included pear juice. And not grape juice.

It must really suck to be a pear.

Think about it. Nobody can market you or your side products. You're indie, and even if the big guys find some way to make you popular, you have to say goodbye to those old fans who liked you for your esoteric charm. Plus, nobody's found a way to beautify a pear yet, at least not compared to how great those grapes looked on the Kool Aid thing. But... you know you have something beautiful inside you; I mean, there must be a reason why Kool Aid wants to use you and twist you into what it wants to be! Still, when people make it hard for you to see the Koolness within yourself, they'll tell you you're being haughty or narcissistic when you embrace it. So you think: what's wrong with being narcissistic? Well, you know you can't live without them. But, also!--to reach a satisfying conclusion, they can't live without you either.

That is the story of a pear
On the package of a drink
Long time ago, ladies and gentlemen.
*chord!*

Well. (other title: Inspiration)

I know Greg tried at one point to promote this blog (although there's a flaw in the way he did it--- he set the date of one of the blog posts ahead, so it would constantly be the newest blog post, but that's not how Blogger works. It displays the blogs that were just posted only, and then they're gone. So it wouldn't show up on the front page until that one split second it was posted, and then bye bye!), but somebody else (dunno who) set the blog to private again (this is the second time now). So evidently we have contradicting notions on who we want to be able to read this blog. Well, I set it back to public again, only because I don't want to log in every time I want to read the blog, and because I don't want to be constantly logged into Google on my computer (in case someone else uses my computer or something). So yeah. I can switch it back if you want, though, you mystery man you.

Well, look at you, mystery man! You made me freewrite. You were my inspiration to post something again. And inspiration's exactly what I've wanted recently. I've been around a lot of great people and a lot of great things this summer, but for some reason the inspiration has been slow in taking effect or just hasn't accessed the creative part of my brain. Excuse me as I switch from this Natasha Bedingfield song... no, sorry, Natasha, you're not as inspiring as you claim to be.

Rap from 1999? Hell yes.

This summer. Yes, this summer. That might as well be a complete sentence, because it was a rather complete summer. However, as you well know from AP English, that is NOT a complete sentence. Meaning something was missing. And I think this summer it was quite simple: playing outside. I didn't get enough of it! And remember... VERB. IT'S WHAT YOU DO. Ah, don't you miss that public-service commercial slogan? I do. Miss. It's what I do. That should be a new sentence form: [verb]. It's what [pronoun] do(es). Yes. Am genius. It's what I do.

The Pussycat Dolls? Not so much the inspiring type... There we go. QUEEN LATIFAH. That's right. "Ladies First"! One of the best old-school rap songs ever.

In fact, this song is almost 50% rapped by another female rapper, Monie Love, and she's really good too. "I'm conversatin' to the fools who have no whatsoever clue, so listen very carefully as I break it down for you." Again, new sentence structure. Songs like this are why I dig hip-hop so much; it's just so fun. Haha, she just said "And I'm first, 'cause I'm an L-A-D-I-E"... very good. And I'm spent.

Cheezu, in, in han-do, in cheezu, han-do, in

The air is hot, but stale now. I think even I'm tired of it, but the drive from home to work and work to home isn't an adequate amount of time to appreciate the heat.

The sky is black now, "this suit is black not," I haven't been up at night this late for awhile, and I haven't made a Borat joke in awhile. Well, I guess I have. NOT SO MUCH lately, though.

But this is summer. And I need to be more aware of it. Maybe I should go to Water Country. Yeah, right. The prices must be exorbitant there. "EXORBITANT" is the word used to describe a difficulty level of eight feet in old-school DDR games. Nine feet was "CATASTROPHIC," six feet was "GENUINE," five feet was "MARVELOUS," and so on.

I know I said I'd had too much computer, but I found myself right back here at my mom's computer (mine is off) with a need to write. Can't explain it. It supercedes the need for eye rest, even though I haven't really been using the computer nearly as much as I used to. I guess computers just depress me now.
My t-shirt from the Philippines (I only got two; I should've got more, since they cost about 8 bucks a shirt) that I'm wearing right now says "WESTFIELD ATHL. DEPT." Did you know Westfield retired this year? Yes, he did. No more gym teachers suggesting people take a shower after a gym class of relatively low intensity... anyway, that's why I got the shirt, yes.

Mark Bellhorn is in the majors again. He's hitting .333 (1 for 3, I think; probably not 2 for 6), and he pinch-hit, walked, and scored tonight for the Reds. Awesome!

Currently, I'm not bored, I'm just insecure. I feel like I'm missing something necessary but not necessarily obvious, and until I find what it is, it'll

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My mom just asked me, "Why are you so dark?" because the light is off in the room. Very good, mom, excellent. --- uhh---

I do wish my skin were darker, and I guess I'm in the minority on that. It's pretty sad how even among people of the same relative skin color, having skin whiter than everyone else's helps you. Unless you're albino, and I can't say I've ever seen an albino person, so forget that.

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I think I know what I'm missing now. People!

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