Blog Change

We are going to change what I write about since I can’t maintain this blog ingeneral. So it’s going to be daily interviles of what i’ve heard that day; weird encounters or my friends quoes. it also could be the normal stuff like art exhibitions, pictures; film reviews or just rants but i think it will be predominately the former thing. so enjoy!
— – – — – – – — — – – — ->> This is Smizz’s stages of sadness that I have noticed living in the Wesley House and in life ingeneral. Check it.
“Wow, that really makes me feel sad.” This is a line uttered by many a sad person, and after this is said, or thought, said sad person deals with their said sadness in their own sad way. So now I present you with, the ways to deal with sad feelings.

Stage One: Crashing
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“I hate me. I have no soul.”
Directly after being insulted, etc, people’s first response is to crash. To become a complete shell of a person, and to become prone to lying when on tables

Stage Two: Rage
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“WHERE THE HELL IS MY CHAPSTICK!!!! FUCK!”
After being a soul-less shell, I quickly move to the next stage of sadness: rage. Even a simple task such as finding a chapstick, or tying to find a quote (As to why I’m freaking out over lots of paper, I don’t know), becomes a huge ordeal, driving me to the brink of insanity before…

Stage Three: Nervous Breakdown
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“OH…MY…GOD….”
The breakdown stage can be easily identified by spotting El Smizz rocking gently Prefably in a dark corner (however there are no corners spare in my room), accompanied with slightly random yelling.

Stage Four: Excessive Drinking
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“I LOVE EVERYONE!”
After the first three very pathetic and melancholy-ish stages, the drunken stage of sadness is welcomed by your friends. During this stage, You can become excessively clingy or excessively anti social. Normally this would annoy friends and family, but it’s a happy time for everyone after the first three really terrible stages.

Stage Five: Becoming Hysterical
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE CHOCOLATE CHIP!?”
After I sober up a bit, I realize again how miserable I am, and become hysterical, a stage that includes crazy paper ripping as shown above.

Stage Six: Becoming a Poet
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“Violets are blue….you suck…”
Realizing my terrible habits, and the true Absurdist way of life, I slip into a poetry phase. Or turn EMO.. either way. If you turn EMO you can only muster the words of life is hell as your title on Myspace.

Stage Seven: Becoming an Art Lover
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“This painting symbolizes so much of what I’m feeling right now…”
Still in a very creative phase, I next become an art critic.

Stage Nine: Promiscuous Sex to up my Self-Esteem
“Wow! I’m a winner!”
After the art and creative impulses start to fade away, I begin feeling down again. At this point, I begin to have promiscuous sex to make me feel better about myself. And wow! It works!*

* = it is important to note that this is just all laughz! Sarah Smizz is not responsible for the above – everything is based on fictional characters and just a mockery of teenage angst.

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2 thoughts on “Blog Change

  1. Hello!

    I am contacting you because I am working with the authors of a book about blogs, and I’d like to request permission to use a photograph of yours in this book. Please contact me at matt@wefeelfine.org, and I’d be happy to give you more information about the project. Please paste a link to your blog in the subject field. Your assistance is greatly appreciated.

    Sincerely,

    Matt
    matt@wefeelfine.org

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