Queen of Rambles

I’ve been thinking and thinking and I can’t come up with a single thing to say. It’s been a very boring day because my primary e-mail account has been broken (the swipnet one) so I can’t compulsively check my e-mail. I can check my other one (queenoframbles) but it’s just not the same since it’s web based instead of Outlook based. I know it is supposed to work with Outlook but I can’t seem to make it work. Could it be because the instructions and the Outlook program are all in Swedish? Bah.

At least I haven’t had to delete 50 penis messages, 40 pharmacy ads, 30, weight loss ads, 20 porn messages, and 10 Nigerian scams. Maybe it’s good my swipnet addy is down. I think the swipnet people sell their lists anyway, since most of those messages are cc’d to tons of swipnet addys. It’s not like they would randomly type out my name as an address here in Sweden. I’m no “Carola Johanson”.

I should be getting psyched about the nano but I just can’t think tonight. I know a lot of people are staying up till midnight so they can kick off the project as soon as possible, but there’s no way I have the energy for that. I think I’m slipping into my winter sleep depression thingee. It was dark at 3 pm today. The darkness kills me. I just want to sleep forever. And it’s only going to get worse! Bah humbug again.

I was so depressed that I opened up a bag of M&Ms that someone sent me and decided it would be ok to just have a couple. Well, you know I can’t have just a couple so I kept trying to tell myself it would be ok, but after two handfuls I ended up puking them all up. At least the calories came out of my body, right? I used to think bulimia was a pretty smart thing, but could never bring myself to actually puke. Now I understand that it is hell on your teeth and esophagus and is just generally really bad for you. I’ve never done it and I never will do it, but when I was a teenager I sure did wish I had the will power. It would have been much healthier if I would have wanted the will power to exercise. What was I thinking? What is any teenager thinking?

Mike says I should write about the car accident I saw the other day. Here’s the story. I was walking down the street. I saw a car stop for a pedestrian crossing the road. The car behind him didn’t stop. There was a BOOM.

Obviously I wasn’t into that story. I wish I could think of another story to tell.

How about a little rant?

Why, why, why have I found myself getting more involved in Amerikanska? I tried to get involved when I first moved here because I thought it would be a great support network, but I quickly learned that people are very hostile. I quit going for a long time, but then started checking it out again when I was bored. Then I started posting. Now I find myself posting every day! I don’t want to post there. Obviously there are some great people there (a lot of my LJ buddies) but some people are just so harsh and inflexible. They think their way is the only way and if you don’t see eye to eye with them you are just stupid. I don’t understand why people just can’t respect each other’s opinions without being pissy about it. Usually if I disagree with someone about an opinion I just let it go and don’t post. If you can’t say anything nice to someone, don’t say anything at all, right? I will say something if I think their opinion could be swayed by something I have experienced, but that’s pretty rare.

There’s this thread right now about a woman wanting to give her child’s teacher a gift. One of the teachers on the board suggested wine as a gift, which is pretty silly but whatever. The conversation turned into a thing about the evils of alcohol and someone asked what reasons people have for not drinking. I don’t drink much and I used to not drink at all. I told that I was from an alcoholic family and that was why I used to view all alcohol as evil (as I’ve grown up I’ve learned to see things in shades of gray). Then this other know it all lady comes in and says that people are too eager to label people as alcoholics. As far as I know I was the only one who brought up the word “alcoholic,” but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it wasn’t a direct dig at me, but it sure felt like it. Bah! Why do I even care? I made a response that wasn’t harshly directed at her, but that was very harsh in it’s information so I hope she gets the point (if, indeed, she was trying to dig me). Why do people feel the need to dig others? I knew I should stay away from that place.

I guess that’s all that’s on my mind tonight. Hopefully I’ll have something more entertaining for you tomorrow. I like it when I tell stories from my past. I need to think of some more good ones.

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