Oatmeal

Yes, the title of this is oatmeal, as is the subject (at least for a while).

I like those Fruit and Cream variety packs of instant oatmeal. They pretty much always come in the same four flavours, no matter which brand you buy: Strawberries and Cream, Peaches and Cream, Blueberries and Cream, and Bananas and Cream. Bananas and Cream is by far the best one...Always. Strawberries and Cream kind of blows.

Here's the issue:
Why the FUCK don't they ever sell the Bananas and Cream in their own box?! I would sure as hell eat an 8-pack box of that. It pisses me off that I can't find it anywhere except for two measly packs in the Variety box. I know it's a goddamn marketing conspiracy...Fuck you, Oatmeal People.

There are some more issues that I will touch upon briefly, but I'm still annoyed over the oatmeal.



Ever see the movie The Last American Virgin? It's an early 80's film that wasn't as big as the others in it's genre, probably because it didn't have a happy ending like John Hughes' movies did...But not everything turns out all nice and dandy like a John Hughes movie. Nice chaps really do finish last. I feel like the main character Gary, probably now more than ever...Heartbroken, lonely, and confused by the end. Unrequited feelings are hellraising bastards.

And the movie Say Anything creates a loathing in me. It was such a lie, such a damn lie. For Keeps bothers me too. I think that was the thing that killed Molly Ringwald.



For a long while I couldn't see the stars at night in my neighbourhood. Trees, clouds, bright streetlamps, and vertigo would always prevent me from seeing them and this went on for a few years. Sometimes I like to shine my laser pointer directly into the sky and wonder where the beam hits.
...Sometimes I like to freak out drunk people downtown with my laser pointer.