Humor makes the world go 'round.

This must be the case. For as far as I can recallI was always drawn to people who knew how to be funny. They know how not to take themselves seriously. I'm not talking about people who "think" that they're funny, but people who know that they are. Those who have true humor and a true appreciation for humor, I believe, have something in common. They have a confidence, and at the same time have accepted their shortcoming. Less insecurity leads to their more comfortable outlook on life. Or, maybe I'm just full of it today. *shrug*

"So, if there's anything I can do for you, or, more to the point, to you, you just let me know."
"Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis?"
"Not right now."
"A girl's gotta have her standards."

I have come to a closer understanding about myself by studying the people around meand how they react to me. This is what induced my review:
Last Saturday I went to San Bernardino to see Misty in a play (which was awesome by the way, GO MISTY!). While there, I stopped into a Millers Outpost Outlet. Now I hadn't gone shopping for clothes for quite some time because I've been hoping to eventually fit into and buy smaller clothes. I haven't been too happy with my size these days. Well, pants were 8 to 12 bucks each, so I would have been foolish to pass up that deal. So I started trying them on.
*sigh*
11's, don't I have these at home? They won't even come all the way up.
*sigh*
Can't button the 13's.
At this point, Misty and friends (and these are the cool friends from her cast) sympathize with my frustration. Misty's suggestion -- figure out what my measurements are and get men's pants. I did this, but the whole time felt really fat, because what this meant was that I outsized all women's jeans in the store. However, teh men's jeans were comfortable, fit well (although the waist has to be a bit larger or else my ass doesn't fir in), and were hella (yes hella) cheap. Also, unlike women's pants, the sizes were fairly consistent and the measurements worked. So, I left the store with 120 bucks of clothes, which included 5 pairs of pants and 8 shirts. Not a bad day after all.

So I've been over here feeling, in general, fat. And I know that for the most part it is kinda silly to stress about weight when I have a billion more important things I could be stressing about. Of course, that didn't stop me from weighing myself at the health store at the mall.

185... yikes...

And the malls have it figured out. They'll stick teh diet productsright next to the scale, right in view if you're looking at the weight display. Sneaky bastards.

So, during my week of psudo-dieting (I've never been good at following a diet, Jillians had good food and drinks, and I live too close to Taco Bell) I've noticed something. That something is:
No one, not a fucking soul, seems to give two shits about whether I'm a little heaview than what I'd like to be.
Not only that, but all of my friends think that dieting and stressing ate the two silliest things that I could be doing . I think I've just mostly been bummed because, after so many years, I actually outweigh my twin. This hasn't been the case for quite some time.

It would probably be best for me to simply take my place in the "comfortable with life" funny people who have always done it for me, relax, and focus. Besides, I'll have a lot more people to keep track of soon.

Moles and trolls, moles and trolls, work, work, work, work, work. We never see the light of day. We plan this thing for weeks and all they want to do is study. I'm disgusted. I'm sorry but it's not like me, I'm depressed. There was what, no one at the mutant hamster races and we had one entry into the Madame Curie look-alike contest and he was disqualified later. Why do I bother?

Speaking of keeping track of people, another thing I've been stressed about is how much time I devote to keeping track of my characters and my chapter's characters in this imaginary gaming world. I should be devoting time to other things, but there's always some scene, or game, or chapter/domain drama to listen to, or something to turn in.

Of course, I am looking forward to my game tonight, and stressed about it at the same time.

So I'll just sit here in men's pants and keep making NPCs.

"I never sleep, I don't know why. I had a roomate and I drove her nuts, I mean really nuts, they had to take her away in an ambulance and everything. But she's okay now, but she had to transfer to an easier school, but I don't know if that had anything to do with being my fault. But listen, if you ever need to talk or you need help studying just let me know, 'cause I'm just a couple doors down from you guys and I never sleep, okay?"