Gone Snowboarding...

To escape dreary New Year's Celebrations, Ulisch, Jessi and me are escaping to Livigno. We'll return January 4th for more zany antics in the year 2003....Enjoy!!

Did you know that my blog contains unsuitable content? I submitted it to a webring and they rejected it for that reason. Maybe it's too racy...with it's detailed description of my sexual conquests and all. Hint: Pause to consider the possibility of irony and don't go searching through my archives rightaway... Maybe I should give warning or card my readers before embarking on non-youth-appropriate topics?
So if you're legally not allowed to read the following, piss off!

Today's topic: Smoking and the Passage of Time.

Granted, being a smoker has many disadvantages. There is one thing, though, that non-smokers will never fully appreciate, which is being able to divide time into cigarette lengths. For example, you never need a timer while cooking. "I'll smoke a cigarette and then the noodles will be ready." (Though, admittedly, having a cigarette in your mouth while you stir food screams "White Trash" at the top of its lungs). And you never have time to be bored, because there's always time for one more cigarette while you wait. Time goes faster while you are smoking... Also, it extends social gatherings. Smokers don't just get up and leave. No. "OK, let's have one more cigarette, then I'll leave." can commonly be considered smokers' farewell. And I think always being able to have that last cigarette together is a rather positive thing. Not to mention having the possibility of that last cigarette while you wait for your execution, but let's hope it doesn't have to go that far.

While writing that I have to think about one occasion... I've had this theory for quite a while and then I was at a party and some guy said exactly the same thing. That was kind of strange. Meeting someone who - at one point or another - thought the exact same thoughts you had been thinking. He turned out to be a real jerk, by the way. I wonder whether that means I'm thinking a jerk's thoughts or if he accidently just stumbled onto my brilliant train of thought... The latter seems more appropriate in my opinion. (Please withhold comments in the line of "Well I thought you pretty much sucked, too", thank you very much, why are you reading this anyway??)

So much for deep thoughts. If you're reading this for the express purpose of keeping up with my life, here's the diary stuff...

Been out on Saturday, it sucked (kind of). And here's why. I want to add another specimen to the list of "People I hate": If you're not Miss/Mr Universe you might know them...somebody who enters a room and immediately decides you don't live up to his prettiness standards. Somebody who talks over your head because if you're not pretty, hey, you must also be stupid. Somebody who introduces only your pretty friend to the people that you meet afterwards and ignores you for the rest of the evening. I know it shouldn't bother me that much because, well, what do I care what somebody I just met thinks about me... But it did bother me anyway and pretty much ruined the evening for me because it made me feel short and fat and stupid.

Maybe I am overreacting to this because I myself have entered rooms that contained people that I did not get along with, yes, it has happened occasionally and it wasn't solely based on appearance. Maybe he just did not like my attitude. Or whatever. But I really don't think so. And that pisses me off so much I can't even begin to tell you.