I ask you, the people of the internet, what makes a girl pretty? Is it how she wears her hair, how she dresses, what eyeliner she has? It's always a different story, but, if you follow the trails, you always end up at the same point. Unless you're on the receiving end of the compliments.
Now, maybe you wear 300-dollar perfume and live in the Abercrombie warehouse, but that's no way to attract people. The thing is, there's something that nobody notices right away, and that's the way you feel. That's why the vanity is just dead weight.
Now, maybe the tricks you learned on the magazines can work, but on certain levels, the effect you want to acheive is relative. It doesn't matter how good you look, nobody's gonna care if you don't feel like you look good. Face it, you can dispute it all you want, but going into a social situation with a beating heart and a confident stride is much more productive than being a fashion robot. And trust me, nobody loves a robot. The fact is, these companies have the effect of boosting your charm and also draining your life. It's a simple matter which I've devised into a simple formula:
In other words, the industries like American Eagle and soforth are not to be used as a quick fix but rather a tool, which can do nothing on its own but everything else with an external force.
In other other words, it's like a hammer and nails: The hammer doesn't pound the nails, you pound the nails. The hammer is just the middleman, an extra additive for more power. (Have you ever seen a hammer nail on its own? No. So shut face.)
In less cheezy words, just ditch the makeup and get a personality, it works much better. But once you've got one, you can use the makeup again. Just keep your ego up.
Sorry if this is poorly stapled together, it's just that I tend to ramble when I try to be encouraging. And sometimes it doesn't work.
Trying to make sense of this nonsense for you, this is Willdood, signing off? I don't know, quite frankly.
As a few (none) of you have noticed, I have been gone for about three weeks to my favorite place on earth, John Island! Well, I'm back and here's your promised humungous post.
I got to the island and met of with some friends, some old and some new, to start off a great summer. We arrived at our cabin and unpacked, and the wierdness starts there. In our cabin, we had 13 people:
Graham and Jamie, our counsellors,
Me, the one narrating,
Noah, Matt and Elliot, three joking, perverted, slightly homoerotic gents,
Jude, the douchebag,
Ian, the fight starter,
Nick and Evan, the quiet (yet dominant) ones,
Scott, the frechie (I'm allowed to say it, je parle francais),
Miles, the american (He was funny),
and Troy, the "gangsta" who wanted to fight constantly but didn't really piss us off.
These people got along.... okay (Ian with his fights, Jude with his douchebaggery) most of the time. Later in the week, we discovered a mispronunciation by Miles giving us the perfect new term; known as "shut face". Excellent. The week went along well, with some bad winds during sailing (Elliot is an okay skipper, but I don't trust him), some unwanted dry-humping on Noah's part and various other negatives only slightly perturbing the balance. Near the end of the week, I met some people who I missed for a few days:
Jolene, Troy's sister and fun character,
Haley, hilarious french girl and TOTAL HOTNESS (Too bad I didn't kiss her goodbye)
and Alyssa, angry french girl with a stagnant hatred of me from time to time.
I met them before leaving for Outtrip (The cabin leaves camp for a short canoe trip, hike, etc.) for four days, only to find them gone for another two. On outtrip, however, some shit "went down". For one, we started with the dirty jokes, racism and swearing (From Miles and Troy: "When I say big black, you say ballsack!") before finally resting for the night, where most of us found that Noah seems to have an eternal case of BSSL (balls stuck to leg) and is grabbing his sack CONSTANTLY. Not a pretty sight. But worse was when we arrived at the dropoff point near the end and we found a blue pickup truck.
We looked inside and found something disturbing. A corpse was stationed in the front seat, with a shotgun placed nearby and a small entry wount under the chin and a massive exit wound in the back of the head, with the accompanying blood splattered all over. We hastily called the regional authorities and took care of the situation, but nonetheless could not sleep at night due to the paranoia and trauma accompanying this sight. We arrived at camp and were talked to by the camp director about what we saw. Scary shit.
Back at camp, I met up with some friends from last year to cope with the stress. They were:
Zack, the long-haired chill dude with a videogame passion,
Jacob, the red-haired kid with a passion for talking and solving rubik's cubes (3x3, 4x4 and 5x5 within 10 min),
And some new ones:
Ryan, the short kid who was... awesome,
Adam, the tall kid who was... awesome,
and some other kids who were... I don't know, I didn't talk much.
We talked and talked about thing from the LOTR trilogy to Noah and Elliot's homoerotic perversions. It seems they were also being douchebags to Jacob, so we dug up some embarrasing stories on the subject. We talked and talked until the girls came back, and then I talked and talked to Haley until we found out we liked each other. Good times.
More than once, we snuck out at night to meet some girls cabins and were never caught (No thanks to Troy) but it wasn't fun for me without Haley. On the last day, I set myself a goal to kiss her goodbye, but nothing went well. Now, I'm in London on a computer near the dining room and she's four hours away in a little town called Sturgeon. I'm feelin' a little blue, but it'll always pass. Whatever, there's still a whole summer to meet more close-to-home girls.
Back home and with mixed feelings, this is your friend Willdood, signing back on.
Well, I went to that party, but I could only dance for a little while before I fell into my usual slump. If you don't already know, I'm hopelessly in love, and that's been dragging me down ever since I stared into her eyes. She makes me feel great, but I just can't bear to tell her, because if you don't already know the feeling, you can't empathise. But, however, I did get encouraging comments from my friends, and I got to vent a little, so that's got me going a little easier, but I'm still stuck in that horrible one-way-love situation, and I may not get back out.
In other news, I might start writing. I had an idea for a book, but that stuff never works, so it might not happen.
On a lovestruck note, this is Willdood, signing off with dignity, I hope.
Once more, I've been struck by the pangs of the heart. I've had to lie again, I can never trust anyone with my personal affairs. You may or may not know who you are, but I've been struck again, and I'm torn between keeping to myself or trying and failing like I always do. Some say love changes people, but I'm still just as misdirected as always. But maybe I'm different, I don't know. All I know is that love is pure, and unattended it can blow up in your face, so I must say that I am confused. I wish that it were easy, but no, it's how it always is, and I guess it'll pass, as it always does. That's just how it works, to the uninformed person, but I know it never leaves, and either I get bitten in the ass from behind or I grow astray, just to be sucked back into the vicious cycle. Well, if you feel sympathy, empathy, loathing or whatever, just speak your mind, that's why you can comment on the post, people. Tell me your stories, I'm sure it must have happened to some people, right?
Well, that's my world upside down again, but as long as I have a keyboard, I'll keep the people informed. Well, this is Willdood, lovestruck fool stuck in another corner.
If you're near where I live, you'll know what I mean when I say that this is BULL! It's snowing in April! Now, I've heard people say that this proves that global warming is fake... Wrong! It's all climate change, and I guess we had it coming when it started snowing in late december. Well, that's one problem, and another is the fact that one of my ex-friends is trying to best me at my own game and call himself a musician. Now, I've got two problems. I've got an idiot who thinks he can play guitar with a socalled "blackbelt" who is trying to get me to attack him and a screwed up climate which is taking away valuable biking time, which I have wanted ever since I got my new bike. Not only that, but I've been trying to ask out someone who hasn't been here for almost two weeks now and I'm going insane waiting for her to come back. Will my problems keep piling up? Will I finally get a shred of happiness with my state of affairs? Will I get the girl, get the friend to shut up and get time to bike? Keep tuned in to find out.
This is Willdood, signing out once more.
Dating is not for everyone. Especially people who need it most. But if you ask me, there's always something that's gotta suck in life. Sure, you may be smart, funny, good looking and have respect for women, but no matter what you do, you can't MAKE women love you. There resides my problem, and that of most people, because no matter how hard you try, there will always be a reason to say no. Here are some tips for you daters out there:
Women: Don't go for the same guy as everyone else, because if he has that many followers, you won't get him. Also, usually the best guys are where you don't look right away. If you want it to work, hang out with the person first to find out if they're "Mr. Right", and above all, always make sure you love a person before you start something.
Men: Listen to me, my words are crucial. If you truly love her, then it will work, but you have to KNOW whether or not it's actual love. There's different kinds of love, shallow love and true love, and the best one is the latter of the two. If you love her, let her know. She's not hot, she's beautiful, and make sure you're not just in it for one thing.
You know I'm right, but if you really need to know, just try it. Until next post, hang loose and have fun.