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This is the blog of a Californian girl named Shannon Lee. She writes about what happens in her life, as well as whatever she discovers online. Despite the blog name, Shannon doesn't actually listen to David Bowie.

Sure Thing

June 2nd, 2009 at 11:31 PM in A Thought

You know what?  I would just love to crawl into the head of some of my friends.  How do they have everything so niceandneat?

But I think I bury a fervent desire that they know as much as me.  It’s a brittle sort of reassurance, so that I don’t feel as clueless and unorganized as I thought.  So I hope they make things up absurdly.  Ha.

Ha-ha!

Microwaves

September 27th, 2008 at 10:19 PM in A Thought, Rants, Site Specific

It’s pretty hard living with a really old microwave. It is a lot weaker than the new ones. So when the instructions of something say to microwave something for six minutes, I microwave it for seven else it’ll be lukewarm and un-delicious. This is why, when people ask me, “How long do you think we should microwave it for?” I don’t respond. And if I do, it is how-long-I-would-microwave-it minus a minute.

I am going to DESTROY things when I get to college.

And this is my hundredth post, woo.

If I Met Myself

June 15th, 2008 at 06:21 PM in A Thought, At Home, Random, Rants

I would—honestly—hate myself. I don’t think I can really like a hypocrite of such magnitude.

Seriously. Sometimes, I’m impressed by myself. For example, I write something or describe something. I set it down or submit it. Later, (and by later, I mean anytime more than a few hours) I look at it again and am instantly attracted to it. I’ve forgotten that I wrote it (because I’m an idiot), but all I know is that, “Hey, this person is interesting. This person can think.” Then I remember who wrote it, and I feel impressed.

Sometimes, I meet someone who shares a few traits with me. I hate them. No questions asked.

Sometimes, I write something, and I feel that whoever wrote that is a jerk when I forget it. I hate them.

I’m just too damn hypocritical.

And sometimes, I fill out a survey. A year or two later, I fill it out again, with new knowledge and everything; only, I’ve forgotten that I’ve already done that survey. The website shows me the survey from before, and I’m surprised that my answers are almost exactly the same. I feel like a completely different person wrote that past survey, yet the answers are the same.

Knowing this, you’d think that when I clean my room and leave something somewhere, I’d find it again. I think, “Knowing myself, I think I would have left this summer homework sheet in the things-for-summer-work-kind-of pile” and it turns out that it’s not there. It’s somewhere completely different.

Why can’t I surprise myself with my past self thinking like my current self whenever I’m looking for something I misplaced?!

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