"Look at all the pretty levels"-- what kind of a title is that? I never wrote that.

(special thanks for the inspiration of this post goes to Donald)

I didnt know there was different levels of pointlessness, but apparently there is. Like everything else in america, different levels and sections and branches and variations. You cant even just have pants... theres flares, tapered, jeans, not jeans, all colors, weathered, cargo, lengths...... and dont even get me started on toothpaste and... well, everything. But who wouldve thought of pointlessness? i thought, if soemthing had no point, it had no point. period.
But alas, i was wrong.
while sitting on the floor of the school today for a good hour and a half, doing nothing quite well, and my friend donald is there, doing the same thing. he made a comment that it was pointless to go home, and i made a reply that sitting on the floor doing nothing was so much better? and that i supposed you just had to decide which was pointless with less work. Which pointlessness were you going to choose? And then it dawned on me... theres even choices when it comes to being pointless. And that mad eme think of other options that have many choices, which was a pointless train of thought... but still it ended up in this... well, very pointless blog entry. how profound this world is.

I have to go, but i chose to write this pointless entry rather than go and sit pointlessly in the chair in my room and stare at nothing.
dont you feel special in that pointless meaningless way that sometimes is?

Love~
Monika =) =) ( a pointless extra smiley! This could get fun)