Have You Really Had A Perfect Day?
<div class="IPBDescription">i did</div> so anyway i was out until 2/3 the other nite. i came home and went directly to the sack. i got up the next morning, not in pain, or with a hangover (a little odd i think to myself, but none the less nice) i took a shower (didnt get burnt or frozen 1ce, hmm...). came downstairs my parents left some pancakes for me b4 they went to work (wth? pancakes on a wednesday). after i ate the pancakes i dicovered how they were the best i'd ever had (its not even home made, its packet mix). 3 cheques in the mail (nice, now i knew things were goin well). no exams on that day (a very odd occurance). so anyway, i decided to take my dog for a walk. along my way i thought i'd have a quick bite to eat in bk, to my suprise there was cold hard cash in my wallet (did i not drink at all last nite?). the meal was gr8, infact it was so gr8 i gave the girl who served me a tip of like 25%, in return i got 1 of the most bueatiful smiles ever (odd cuz i smiled back). on returning home i found that the house was relatively clean (no housework, wth?). no mail on the comp. well, nothing important anyways.
the day proceded to be laid back and relaxing, getting happiness wherever i was.
my point is that i'm confused, nothing bad happened, AT ALL. Chance demands that sumthing bad has to happen, so did i just beat all odds?
the day proceded to be laid back and relaxing, getting happiness wherever i was.
my point is that i'm confused, nothing bad happened, AT ALL. Chance demands that sumthing bad has to happen, so did i just beat all odds?
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But that's probably just because of the way I view things.
Sucks to be you, DOOM.
no... i dont smoke the ganja, i get frequent drugs tests at my school
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Second that...
So I figured she might want to watch the movie, and her friend too (since they both hang out in the same room for lunch). Well her friend wasn't there, and I asked her if she wanted to watch the movie but she said she had some homework to do (which she was doing at the time)...however, she asked me to sit down...
In which case I did and talked with her through the entire lunch hour.
Unfortunately it was the last day of high school, and that night we had our graduation party but the last thing I said was good bye...didn't get her address or anything. That kind of ruined it at the time..after I realized it.
Still the best hour of my life.
(and days with nothing to do basically comprise my entire summer)
What are those? Some sorta thing outta Candyland or Monopoly?
Just to beat Burr to it: <span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>BAH HUMBUG</span></span></span>
What are those? Some sorta thing outta Candyland or Monopoly?
Just to beat Burr to it: <span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>BAH HUMBUG</span></span></span> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
gotta be something wrong with you guys... take a chance, dont let your minds depend on a theory of fate, believe it. good days are an increasing anomoly. if 2morrow is a good day, i might ask out a girl i like
(grrr...I hate it when a girl cheats on you, and then lies and says she didn't when you have overwhelming evidence that she did)
If tomorrow is a bad day, then that girl will talk to me, or try to restore the shattered friendship.
Of course, Friday is a good day....because I get to see my girlfriend again, for two whole days.
Aside from that happy note I have had perfect days, although, I consider a perfect day one in which <b>I</b> don't screw up, not one in which stuff goes easy for me. Nothing ever goes easy for me.
Eight day excursion to the wonderful beaches of Florida and then white water rafting with friends in Tennessee? Try having to travel there while sitting next to a kid who was forced by everyone else to be your friend who incessently feels the need to talk about every ...damn ...thing. Or how about half of your friends telling the other half they can't be in the basement with them (its more bizarre then it sounds). Then getting kicked out of said house because the asshats in the basement would not go to sleep when asked to by the house owners. Then spending the night at a craptastic cheap hotel with the worst cold I have ever had, aching muscles, and only 5 hours sleep. It makes me mad just thinking about it.
Oh yeah, I'm going to be spending 3 days with these same folks in a rented house this New Years. Why do I do it? Because theres always the chance for that much coveted "Perfect Day" in which I will simultaniously win the lotto and find my dream girl when cashing the check.
Aside from that happy note I have had perfect days, although, I consider a perfect day one in which <b>I</b> don't screw up, not one in which stuff goes easy for me. Nothing ever goes easy for me.
Eight day excursion to the wonderful beaches of Florida and then white water rafting with friends in Tennessee? Try having to travel there while sitting next to a kid who was forced by everyone else to be your friend who incessently feels the need to talk about every ...damn ...thing. Or how about half of your friends telling the other half they can't be in the basement with them (its more bizarre then it sounds). Then getting kicked out of said house because the asshats in the basement would not go to sleep when asked to by the house owners. Then spending the night at a craptastic cheap hotel with the worst cold I have ever had, aching muscles, and only 5 hours sleep. It makes me mad just thinking about it.
Oh yeah, I'm going to be spending 3 days with these same folks in a rented house this New Years. Why do I do it? Because theres always the chance for that much coveted "Perfect Day" in which I will simultaniously win the lotto and find my dream girl when cashing the check. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
it could happen... but i dont play the lotto, odds are to stacked in the uk
any day filled with new love is a perfect day.
wow, that was painfully sappy, but I'm not retracting it.
You are sentenced to eat, breathe and live sappy for the next 60 days until you repent how sappy that is.
Failing that, we will force you to play NS1.04 on a P3 350, with a TNT 8mb PCI video card, with 32mb SDRam, as alien only, against people with p4 3ghz, Radeon 9800-Pro and 4GB 3200 DDR RAM.
Wait, you where out drinking until 2 or 3, and still didn't have a hangover, how long where you drinking, and what where you drinking, because all I drink is Budweiser and Jagermesiter, and Bud always gives me a hangover....ugh.
Damn you Smoke Nova.
It all kinda went downhill from there.
Corollary: Every day is worse than the day before, so <i>TODAY</i> is the worst day of my life.
CWAG is the yin to my yang =P
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/me hugs Burr
You poor people...quit being so down.
You're starting to sound more and more like MonsE with every post.
1) A minority who can easily remember the pain and disappointment in their lives and let the good things that happen wash over them, quickly forgotten. The amount of evil and cruelty they see in the world just gets worse as time goes on.
2) The majority (IMO) who tend not to dwell on their emotions, living from day to day, neither darkly dwelling on the past, nor treasuring the times when they felt good to be alive. I'm one of these people unfortunately.
3) The lucky few, who either naturally or somehow by learning to, can take happiness and keep it - record it somehow in their minds like a bottle of fine wine - improving over time. They don't ignore the bad crap that makes up a lot of our world per se, but from a practical perspective, they choose to not let it affect them.
If you had a perfect day, my advice to you is: Remember it. Write it down in a notebook, sketch a picture, or something. I know in an abstract sense that I've had a lot of happy times in my life, but I really regret not being able to recall any of them very clearly.
BTW, I challenge you to NOT be happy getting up hungry and seeing a stack of tasty pancakes waiting for you. Man, if I had some pancakes right now, I'd roll in them like Bill Gates rolls in his piles of cash, and be like, "Get away from my freaking pancakes, ****!" <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> Yes, that'd be bliss.