Newton's Diary

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Some people are just too good for this world

Sometimes I read random peoples' blogs and I just want to bitch them out. But I'm not one to anonymously comment-rant on some stranger's blog. Especially if they have IP tracing turned on and can find out where I live and come by one night with their posse and tear me a new one because I told them the truth.

So I guess I'm going to use any opportunity I have to be honest to random people here, and if they happen to stumble upon this and read it, maybe they will get the message. Because I'm totally passive aggressive. And I tried to give my 4-year old cousin the hint to brush her teeth by buying her stickers of cute little teeth and toothpaste tubes and toothbrushes. I'm that passive.

I just wish they'd make stickers with nail polish and me pulling out my hair over it. I hate nail polish. Mostly because when it flakes off, I freak out that the chips that fell off probably ended up in my food. Plus, nail polish remover is so nasty. I thought acetone smelled bad, but then I bought "non-acetone" nail polish remover one time and it smelled even worse. So it just boggles the mind when I find that there are people who brag about their nail polish. It's fricken paint, for god's sake! What kind of person gets mad because normal people don't recognize their nail polish as "special edition couture" rather than the normal kind that most normal people can afford and use? I guess since I'm not cool and I don't go to clubs and fashion shows, I wouldn't know whether or not people would let me into the cooler clubs and give me better stuff if they knew I had the right nail polish on. I just know that in high school people used to use White Out to paint their nails and some people thought that was cool. But I guess it would have been cooler if they didn't use a cheap ol 2 dollar bottle of White Out but instead went on eBay and bought a $200 bottle of white nail polish that was pretty much the same stuff poured into a fancier bottle with some fancy fashion person's name on it. It just makes me hate high fashion even more than when I was addicted to Project Runway last year. I mean, Michael Kors...hello? His clothes and accessories scream "I actually got these ideas from when I was a kid growing up in a trailer park and the only thing we had to play with were grommits and fishing hooks, you can make a really sweet jacket out of just those materials." It disgusts me how expensive crap clothes can be, and all because some genius marketing person made a celebrity out of a loser, and now people all over the place want to buy crap just because it has some famous designer's name on it. I just want to go to a store and buy some normal clothes, but I can't seem to find any place that sells normal clothes anymore, even Jaclyn Smith is getting too big for her Kmart britches. Hmm, I wonder if she makes her own brand of nail polish.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Shui zai chouyan???!!!!!

I've been wanting to yell that through the halls here in this hotel in Taipei. It means "Who the F is smoking???!!!" (Ok, I added the bad word.) Honestly, I just don't get smokers. Why do you enjoy smoking? Why do you enjoy smelling like smoke all the time? I know that smokers will say they are special and they "have a right" to smoke and all that freedom of whatever crap, but honestly, smoking is the stupidest, most irritating addiction. I hate having to lie in this hotel trying to sleep while smelling smoke because some selfish jerk off can't go outside to get their stupid nicotine fix. Because I have a right to breathe fresh air.

Maybe someone should do a study on the effects of smoking on the environment, maybe that's really what's causing global warming and all that. And I don't feel the least bit sorry for those idiots who got lung cancer and sued "Big Tobacco" because they are too stupid to think that anyone other then themselves have responsibility over what they suck down into their lungs. I just hope I don't die of second hand smoke because of those selfish idiots. It's hard to breathe.