Mood:  special

many people in one time of their lives so far have argued over happiness. there are many depths to which the debate can amount to as well as angles, there must be 360 degrees in the subject.

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"Why do you think you chose swimming the English Channel?"

"It's sort of oldfashioned. People don't really do it anymore. And I guess England and France seem so different to me, so totally different, like sadness and happiness."

"Which is sad and which is happy?"

"Well, I suppose England is sad, but only because I think of people swimming from England to France and not vice versa. But the French do seem to be happier, or at least I imagine they are, what with the better food and weather and fashion."

"Is that what makes people happy: food and fashion and weather?"

"No," I said. "It's the other way around. Happy people make good food and fashion. If you're happy you don't want to eat potted meat or haggis.  If you're happy you want to wear clothes that make you look beautiful, not sensible shoes and woolens."

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if someone is sad, they are less productive, aren't they? when someone is happy, they are in their up most best mood and are working diligently, so are you a happy or sad person?

Mood:  cool

a few days ago, i finally came into conclusion of publishing the website i have been thinking about for a few months now.

so far so good, i've been adding stuff since yesterday, and i made sure to create a blog, because it will suit the purpose i mainly had for the website - my out-there thoughts.

you'll be showered in good feelings as long as you think about what i have to say. if you just read it and expect something, you're wasting your time.

a few days ago, i remembered about the m&m story fletch wrote. i thought it was the most hilarious thing a while ago. around halloween, paige got the mini-m&m's for lunch, you know, the ones in the stupid tube with the flip top. yeah. so i was like "oh, guys, i have a story!" and began to explain what i briefly remembered. i said something along the lines of fighting m&m's, and seeing the strongest one, and completely screwed the story up, we weren't fighting our m&m's correctly. and i apologize poor specimens of food.

"Don't worry Trum, I'll help you out I'll share with you my secret to leveling and not dying. The first step to proper leveling is proper nutrition."

"Whenever I get a package of M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies, I put them between my thumb and forefinger and apply pressure. I squeeze them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red ones are tougher. The newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of competition that is the modern candy and snack food world."

"When I reach the end of the pack, I'm left with one M&M. This M&M is the strongest of the herd. Since it makes no sense to eat this M&M, I store it in a safe place. When my next tournament yields another champion, I breed the two strongest M&Ms and create a whole line of genetically superior M&Ms. I then eat these new, super M&Ms and become almost invincible in Tibia."

"I hope this helps you out buddy! This routine has never, ever let me down. Enjoy your new success and levels!"

for three days i've been looking for a cheap bag of m&m's and my mother came across a 56 ounce bag at costco for like, eight bucks.

current status of the contenders: mingling

favorite m&m: brown 

thank you fletch, for always being hilarious.