Irony and Love Line Irony is something you study in English and occasionally pops up in your conversations with those of a higher educational standard, or at least those who attempt to exalt themselves by using sofisticated language, right? WRONG!! Today could be summed up in the word irony for me. I felt like i was stuck in a novel with a boring but ironic plot. I woke up to a song in my head as always, i swear there is a radio station in my brain and a new song is always on at exactly 6:03 am every morning. Anywho, the song was unidentifiable to me but the lyrics were veyr clear. Then, as soon as i decided that 10 more minutes of sleep and the sacrafice of a good shower was for the betterment of all man kind, my radio alarm sounded once again and it was that song!! Ironic, yes, creepy, even more so. Then i went into my bathroom to wash my face and such when i looked at my hair and wondered if bypassing my shower was sucha good idea because my hair looked slightly oily to me. This got me thinking about body oil ,and whether or not it is really oil and what i t has in common with fossil fuel oil as far as its atomic structure goes (yes i am a nerd). Furthermore i was thinking about its purpose and if our body creates it, it must have a purpose and by washing it out, are we really aiding our hair, or hurting it? And if its such a good thing why is it a sign of uncleanliness? Anyways, as i was thinking about all these random oil thoughts, i tripped over a bottle of baby oil my mom had lost hte week befor. IRONY AGAIN!! So the rest of the morning i was creeped out and when i got in my glorious ride, my '85 toyota camry which i am dubed the "vaca mobile" ()because of its apparent cow theme) i switched on the engine and lo-and-behold, the oil light lit up and flashed in my face. What is it with oil and me? Ok, yea sure, there could have been many more significant events but those few in succession caught me completely by suprise. Then later in the day during 2nd period, Neil and Jennifer and i were avoiding the terror of Mr Whinnery by wondering the halls when i recieved a hard, painful, but joking spank by Mr. Wongizzle. In response to my outburst of pain, he replied that i could hurt him back and bent over to recieve a spanking. Right in the middle of me returning the favor ( really hard and definately causing pain) my boyfriends yonger brother waltzed out of the boys restroom wich just happened to be right in front of me. After a large and awkward silence, i bust into laught at the completely ironic situation and cna still laugh to this minute imagining his face. I think irony is God's gift to me that makes me slow down and realise all the things he has set in succession for me right befor my eyes. Yes divine signs, yes....
Onward and upward to more important topics, i was doing alot of thinking last night. Well actually to be honest, there wasnt much going on inside my head and i jsut wanted to zone out but my cerebral cortex (haha funny verbage) got hte best of me. I was driving home around 10ish when i switched to 94.7 hoping to catch a glimpse of some Bob Marley or Led Zeppelin, both sounded good at the time, when my radio was bombarded with void conversation on a little something called love line. Now i dont live in complete solitude and have heard of love line before, but i was under the impression it was complete trash and quiet frankly, that just made me oh the more curious to listen in. So in a brief amount of time, a young woman by the name of Latisha came on complaining about a mess of infidelities she had caught herself in. I thought this would be a completely stupid conversation but then the man on love line said something that caught me by suprise. He mentioned how so many people attempy to keep relationships alive with those they have been best friends with since they were 3 but really, how realistic is that? The only thing they share in common with you is that you both had to ride the same bus to get to a school you were forced to go to and that you happened to share a lunch table in kindergarden. Now, 15 years later, you become heart broken when an ideal you have made of that person is shattered when you realise you have both grown up from that point and really nothing but memories keeps you together. Interestingly, i have concluded that what love line man said is very wise and close to reality. I have just in much in common with my kindergarden mates personality wise as any man off the street and all i know of them is whatever picture i have made in my head from memories. The moral of Latisha's story was that it was time for her to move on from her friend but i take a different perspective. Maybe some of us need to introduce ourselves to those whom we know the best. Until another episode of love line, later  ¶ 2:46 PM