A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right...
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| a bite of chocolat... ::home:: A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right... |
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Thursday, May 02, 2002 M,RGBVFIUAWOE HFPIAEUFNG VLUSR ILQFLIYBKSDF OYPQ PYUPWER7G 9[742 P[789YWDFG LIAWEUHF -934 G78EFP QEURG ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ASKR APIUHFRQEY IUFBW EOF ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! The above is what happens to me when I am annoyed...today, I am annoyed. [*sigh*] So for some reason, people like to blow random things out of proportion. Today, it has come to my attention that some of my friends think that I have some sort of shrine on my wall depicting one of my male friends as a god. If you know him...or if you know me...you'll know this isn't accurate at all. First of all, I don't even have anything on my walls [with the exception of patio lights...]. (Warning: None of the following description should be taken seriously...it is the result of a joke being exaggerated to prove my point) "And secondly, Jon is ugly. I mean really, really ugly. He's the kind of guy that breaks mirrors when he walks by. No joke, he doesn't even have to look in it...they just shatter. You know he enters the room when every mirror within a mile breaks and people run screaming and shielding their eyes. They call him Quasimodo (as in the Hunchback of Notre Dame). And they're right. The local mafia even calls him Pit-face Jonny. Or Jonny the Face. Trust me, you won't forget him..." Okay, so he's not that bad. In fact, he really isn't terrible at all, and I seem to be the only person who ever says otherwise. But of course I'd be repremanded for saying something like that and people would jump to conclusions just because I'm being honest and nice...But the point is that I do not have a fucking shrine! Face it guys. Don't be rediculous. I've never even been obsessive about anything, really. I've never been crazy for a band, or an actor, or a movie. I mean, yeah, I have favorites, but I've never been one of those psycho-fans. And if I was obsessed over someone enough to have a shrine for them, don't you think I would have done something about it by now? He and Rob have even seen the walls, and complained vigorously that there was nothing there. Not a single poster. [I've gone looking for posters, but I can never find any really good ones...maybe I'm just too picky...] They can vouch that there is nothing of the sort. Anyway, I like splicing pictures together to make pictures that look like other people. It's a sort of hobby. A while back, Jon was asking me what famous person he looked like. He was trying to "describe" himself to [impress] this girl he met online. So in order to help him, Amanda was telling me people she thought Jon looked like, and I spliced a few pictures together to see if it worked. The new face turned out to look somewhat like Jon, so we told him who we decided he looked like. This is how it started. Somehow they overheard my friend Caitie mention it, and they blew it up into this whole "shrine-on-the-wall" thing. They are so rediculous. It wouldn't bother me so much, except for the fact that now Jon is going to think I'm some kind of psychotic stalker or something. I mean, if someone told you that someone else had a shrine of you, wouldn't you be more than a little creeped out? I know I would. I mean, I'm not perfectly sane, but I'm not that crazy. [For the above quoted section, you all may thank Caitie for her humorous talent. And I repeat, do not take it seriously.] posted by Shannon | 12:55 PM |
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