Ok, I kind of did a little experiment.

The other day, I changed the name of the site to (By MaddyLee et Paucis ceteris).  Then, since I did not get many hits at all (like 5 or 6 per day) for the days following that, I changed the name back.  And voila!  The number for today rose to like 50!!

Of course, there could have been a few factors affecting that.  Most importantly, I commented on a blog that gets a lot of looks (And thereby gained a new follower!! Woot woot.  Go Billy.).  So either people are attracted to and familiar with the name, or else Billy and his people did a lot of pageviews...  Hmm, I'm thinking that it is the former.  (Or else there is some circumstance that I am unaware of.)

So anyway, either way, I got a few ideas.  I don't really want to keep the title because I'm in a go-with-the-flow mood and probably will continue to be in that mood for the next while.

Also, I was going to try to add another friend of mine (BB) as an author because he had a rant the other day about the way that all of our friends are so ridiculously wrapped up in Academia.  And I just kind of wanted to be in more steady contact with him.  But yeah...  He seems to be slightly terrible at looking at text messages; so I am probably going to have to tell him in real life--in which I would have to go out of my way to talk to him--which is a bother.  Oh humdrum.

This post is just totally random.  I am absolutely making it up as I go, and I would just like to exclaim that I love the Christmas season.  This is partly because I don't really have to buy people gifts and yet I get to bask in the fact that this season is full of candy and treats--at least where I live--as well as music.  I was listening to "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by the Rascal Flatts yesterday as well as "Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer.  I really wish that the producers of the ELF Soundtrack had made the duet of Zooey Deschanel and Will Ferrel into a full-length song.  But oh well; they didn't.  I also love the "Christmas Eve/Sarajevo" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

I know it is odd to like the Christmas season if i do not like Christ or God or religion, but I just can't help it.  The snow is awesome [if we ever get any(though it did snow this morning slightly)].  The food is awesome.  The gifts are awesome.  The music is awesome.  I do like beauty in whatever form it may take. The family isn't that great.  Nor is the hypocrisy so very heartening.  But all around I love the season.

It's odd for me to be enthusiastic about stuff...

Stop it.

I spend at least six hours per day of my weekdays with a single person.  He is a decent friend of mine, but he is slowly and surely becoming more and more like me.  It's annoying and I want to just yell at him: "Stop fucking copying my mannerisms.  Do not be me.  Be you. Just fucking stop!"  And it's annoying as hell.  This is partly because he seems to have become more of a sad person lately because of my downer-ish tendencies.  It reminds me precisely of my other friend BB's words that I need to stop spreading my "slime".  It makes me think that I have poisoned my six-hour friend.  And it pisses me off to think that I could do that simply by existing.  I am now constantly worrying that I am going to infect people with my "disease".  But at the same time it makes me feel proud that I have such a dominating personality.  Or perhaps its just that my six-hour friend is weak. 

And it doesn't help matters that I am going to be stuck with this six hour friend for the rest of the year and much of next semester.  Fuck damn shit hell bitch son of a shit faced crackheaded fatass jackhole son of a rabbit. 

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Death.

Raped by a death-eating harry potter fan. 

Smashed with an extension cord and a word. 

Random intricacies of the neurotic masses that fuck themselves over by thinking.  Go build a fucking rode.  Chop wood and sell it.  Go bag some groceries or clear somebody's brush.  If all the fucking idiots who rule this country were to understand and practice a little bit of altruism--after taking a course on economics and business--the world could be better.  If we get rid of pedophiles, the world will be a better place.  If we could just kill off all those muslims, we would sleep more soundly.  If only gay people weren't placing their agenda on the youth of AMERICA. AMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICA!!!!!!!!!!  If only there weren't those southern bigots, we would live in a better place.  If only those northern tolerators weren't there we could all just go fuck a ten year old girl.  That would solve our problems.  Maybe we should go find some pedophilophiles to clean up the nation; they're a curious species.  Or maybe we should just neutre and spade all the people of our nation. That would do something for the overcrowding problem.  We should make China attack North Korea and Iran so that the world will be less affected by nuclear winter when it happens.  We should brain-wash all of our citizens so that they can't rage against the machine anymore.  Or else, we should have an all-open policy that everyone gets an education, there is no "elite" class, and all of the politicians just want to wipe their own asses rather than cleaning up the pile of shit that our most recent dog dropped in the house. 

Death.

Raped by the transitive property.  "So afraid of getting raped again and again."

Opulence, I haz it.  I like the best.  This one.  But i also like savings dee money.  So when directtv tell me, five months free for most premium televisions paeckage; I jump in it.  MMMMM, wha!

You know what...  "If you're happy, then i'm..."

What the hell does that mean!!!?!?!?!?!????!!