#4: how i failed to cure the mo-mo blues

usually i wake up on monday mornings filled with all sorts of emotions. on monday mornings,  i wake up feeling like a swamp-water slushie - of emotion (americans: a swamp-water slushie combines all available flavours. even the ones you don't fancy, like lemon.. blech). a lot of people get the 'mo-mo blues', and so i decided that i was going to be the first to find a cure.

eventually i stopped perplexing myself, with flavours and emotions, and decided to get on with my research..

wait-a-minute. you know what? blueberry isn't a good flavour either. it just isn't. i think blueberries are the weirdo cousin of the berry family. no one wants to include them, but you have to - because they're family. i  even bet blueberries  would try and convince cranberries to make out in the closet, because they aren't really related.

and also, blueberries taste like wet-wetness to me. even water has more flavour, in comparison. and i know what all of you are thinking.. "has this douche ever tasted a blueberry muffin?" and all i have to say to that is: muffin. i'd taste better too, if i'd gone and attached myself to an ice-cream truck.

anyway, the monday morning blues. they're probably called the mo-mo blues because someone was eating blueberries at the time and was like, "this is exactly how a monday would taste, if it could taste like something".

so yeah..
wait, what was i talking about again?


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#3: how to love your own blog

blogging: it's been a massive revelation. i had no idea of the amount of information and ideas floating about the webernet (via blogs). there are millions of blogs. blogs about any and everything. not that i didn't know that, but now i'm realizing it.

i feel so overwhelmed thinking about where my blog stands in all of it. but before you change the channel, because i've thoroughly depressed you already, i promise it will all end on the up and up.

i don't think that my blog's content sucks, or that i'm a bad writer, but i don't think that my content has a real purpose. i don't want people to be amused for 1 minute and forget about my blog by the next.

i want it to be a water-cooler conversation starter. i want it to be interesting enough to be forwarded or tweeted or digg'd or shared on facebook, as soon as someone's done reading the newest post.

i've changed my blog, and its name, and its appearance, and its 'identity/purpose' a bunch of times already, but i still don't get 'it'. i don't really understand what to say in order to make it stand-outish. i don't know if it's even worth worrying about.

truthfully, i am good at a lot of things, but i'm not extremely knowledgeable or passionate about just one. i can't seem to focus on just one. i want to sample and explore so many topics all at once. i usually have 6-8 tabs opened in my browser at the same time. and always, they're all different websites.

i guess, i have to slow down and not rush into this whole blogging-identity thing. although, i did tell my friends and family that i wanted to take this blog seriously. serious enough to make it profitable one day, but not as a sole purpose. i really want people to enjoy what i'm writing about, primarily.
 
the monetizing and fame can wait, until i've got the identity and purpose of my writings sorted. until then, i'm going to keep loving my blog for what it is.

and in the end, i'm sure it'll figure itself out.



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#2: the revolving identities of readrue.blogspot

i know, i know. there's been a lot of changes to the blog in recent days. but i really feel like i want to make this blog a success. i want it to be relate-able, read-able, and just plain humorous. the blog and its layout are going to keep changing. it's pubescent right now; till it finds its own-true identity.

ergo, let me explain why it keeps changing.

first: i don't think anyone really wants to read about a normal life, more than once. just like no one wants to sneeze more than once. it gets lame.

second: my wife is beginning to lose her will to live because of having to hear repeatedly that i hate *example-of-complaint*. and i don't want her to die of anything else besides old-age. hence, a blog.

third: and most important. i always wanted to be a superhero. if i can help someone cope with something stupid a person did, i'd be happy. and i'd feel super about it too.

i should be posting the first solution soon. keep checking back folks.




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#1: how i can't just eat healthy

brown rice has been thwarting my attempts, all week long, to establish a healthy eating regiment. how hard has it been? ..ever try to balance yourself on your own face? that's how hard it has been. that is also, what she said.

in retrospect, i don't actually feel that cooking b.rice is a big deal. i'm just surprised at the level-of-diffculty re: healthy eating. sometimes it's gross to just imagine eating healthily.

case and point: eggplant.. it sounds disgusting and probably tastes just as much. but healthy? ..it probably is. i would rather eat myself than eat an eggplant.

and in another attempt, i turned to my iPhone for help. 'lose-it' is an app that is supposed to help me record and track my 'goals', in order to encourage my healthy foray. but so far, it's just managed to depress me.

i don't really want to know that a double whopper is like 9-thousand calories. how about recommending something healthy, that tastes like a double whopper?

is it just me?
i don't know if i'm the only one who finds healthy food hard to swallow (pun fully intended). i don't blame americans for causing the earth to spin more slowly by becoming so fat. they have delicious things like: deep fried cheescake & deep fried bacon. say no to that... no really, try and say no.
i can't.

i totally would eat healthier, if: it didn't take so much patience or if it let me use my taste buds.

for example: the only thing worse than a brussel sprout is: having to actually eat one. to me, they're the testicles of the vegetable kingdom. and who wants to eat testicles? besides stupids, of course.


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