Intoxicate me now

HELLO.

Today I have little to talk about.

In two days we go back to school. This is a sad fact, but it is true. And therefore it must be said. I think in this post I will practise writing short sentences. This is because my English teacher constantly tells me that my sentences are too long and convoluted. Convoluted is a cool yet unnecessary word. Look it up, kids.

So, I haven’t done any homework. Well, I did a bit of English. However, that was back in the first week. In the first week I was feeling pumped and motivated. I’m sick of not sleeping the day before school due to homework cramming.

GRRRR all this short sentence stuff annoys me, so we’re just going back to normal, slightly obsessive me because that’s just so much more interesting, right? Right?!

I think I have an unhealthy obsession. It is horrible beyond belief and it’s just so addictive; so in my humblest of opinions, the obsession isn’t even my fault. It’s reality television. I waste hours a day watching people scream at each other, bitch about each other, hug each other and then bitch a bit more, because it’s just so fascinating watching these people that are supposed to be of my own race. To say I feel completely disconnected from them would be an understatement. I don’t feel that depth of emotion. I mean, I don’t even bitch that much because what is there to say? Humanity is indeed interesting to observe, if not purely because I don’t feel like I belong. And before you go and be all “Duh, dude, all teenagers feel like they don’t belong,” I’m going to point that out first, because I KNOW I’m not the first nor the last to feel like this. I’m not an idiot, contrary to popular belief. I am also, to the best of my knowledge, mentally able to make smart decisions, again despite popular perception. (This is according to mainly my parents and grandfather, but I think everyone must look at another person and not understand that person’s train of thought at all.)

I wonder who invented reality television. Hold up, imma google it. Well, there were varied answers. Some claim it was the Dutch, others say it was Endomol because they were the first to air a reality television show, and others again say it was George Orwell in his book 1984, etc., etc. But then, there is also the other option. Are daily chat shows reality television? Because then we’ve been livin’ it up REAL STYLE for decades already without having appreciated it. I realise that a lot of people hate reality TV, just going off some of the responses that popped up in Google. The first link actually stated (to my question, Who invented reality television?): “I don’t know but I’d like to kick the SHIT out of him. Reality TV sucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I also like how this person assumed it was a guy. It probably was, but political correctness is oh so important nowadays, so Mia Freedman told me. But why do people hate it so much? They’re members of your race which you are evolutionarily programmed to empathise with! You should be proud and support the reality television business because I know that too many people dream of being famous. Not that this is a bad thing, but even I have to admit that reality TV makes anyone and everyone look bad in some way. Like, I was watching this show called Four Weddings before, and there was voice over who kept making snide remarks about what each person said when they had their “private cam time”. Not sure if that sounded dirty.

Meh meh. I wish to go for a walk. It is 11.56pm, and I’m worried that I might end up freaking myself out like I did last time by thinking about that Lucky guy who came to my school and taught us about some self defence and how to look after ourselves. I’m guessing midnight walking isn’t the smartest idea. But the kick! The adrenalin rush! The freedom of the holidays slipping ever so gently from my finger tips into the fresh night air!

Yeah, so. I watch reality television and I’m not proud of it, but I do love it.

One thing I am proud of, though, is how I danced in public this afternoon at the traffic lights in my suburb to Britney’s Toxic. I think the act speaks for itself. I’m hardcore.