I just finished de-weeding part of my yard, and those harmless looking dandelion stems and leaves are not connected to thin, weak, multitudinous roots. No. They’re connected to one monstrously thick root that extends very deeply into the earth. I didn’t pull one dandelion root out that was less than an inch deep. I probably haven’t mentioned that I don’t like dandelions very much. They’re ugly and they produce this horrid white sticky sap when you attempt to pull one out of the soil by its roots, but instead break it at the stem.
I’m going to have to rethink the way I handle the yard. Lately, I’ve been thinking of using some other form of garden carpet besides grass and whatever else passes for grass laying on my front yard. Actually, there’s more of “whatever passes for grass” than actual grass on my front yard. It’s annoying and quite embarassing compared to my neighbors’ yards. Maybe someone out there can recommend something in place of grass for the yard that’s green, low-maintenance, and good looking. Sort of like the kind of women I’m looking for. Except for the green part. Well? Maybe the green part also.
I’ve been spending the rest of the day reading other people’s web logs. Notice I didn’t use the word “blog”, because it sounds like a verb where vomit is involved.
- Random a-hole #1: So what happened to you after the party last night?
- Random a-hole #2: I got really drunk, dude. Got home and immediately blogged in the toilet. But not before I blogged on the driveway.
See what I mean? So, I was reading this girl’s weblog in which she’s talking about her high school reunion, and I completely identified with it. She mentions that there are some people who never change. I know. I went to my 10 year reunion and it’s true. The people who thought too highly of themselves in high school are still that way, and I have to say it was somewhat sad. A person who doesn’t have a good opinion of other people and yet still hold such a high opinion of themselves despite the fact they’ve accomplish little to nothing in life except waste air and take up space. I do have to say that it’s only been 10 years, and maybe ten years isn’t long enough for life to humble your ass. There were people whom I thought would turn out really well who did not turn out that way at all. They weren’t any fun anymore. There people whom I thought would be complete disappointments turned out to be complete opposite . They turned out to be genuinely nice people and fun. I know you’re mumbling something about judging and book covers and how I should know that by now. Yeah, yeah. I know, but knowing and doing are two different things.
The thing I came away from all that is how different a person I am from the person I was a decade ago. In a some ways, I belive I’m a better person. In others, I’ve become that thing I so hated about others in my younger days. So from my former classmates’ perspectives, I probably *AM* exactly the same, or turned out to be completely opposite of how they thought I would turn out – in the positive or negative. They probably also think I have too high an opinion of myself and in turn too low an opinion of them. So all this leads me back to where I started. At least I got my prosaic masturbatory exercise out of the way for this week.