This Has Been Bothering Me Lately...

Is Ironic by Alanis Morrisette supposed to be ironic in that it isn't, or is simply a failure of a song?  This is an argument that has been made countless times, but will once again be made here.  Let's analyze!

i⋅ro⋅ny 1 the use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning

"Ironic"

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day

This is sad and ridiculously unfortunate, but not ironic.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay

Hey, it happens.
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late

Highly unfortunate, yes, but not ironic.
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

No, no I don't.

It's like rain on your wedding day

That sucks, doesn't it?
It's a free ride when you've already paid

How unlucky.

It's the good advice that you just didn't take
That wasn't very smart of you.

Who would've thought... it figures

You get the picture.  This used to be my favorite song and, as a consequence (because it really isn't that great a song to begin with), my definition of irony became sooo screwed up!  I still have trouble really defining it.  Only one bit is sort of ironic by definition:

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

Someone who's afraid of flying, crashes his first time on a plane.  This is again an example of extremely bad luck, but I suppose it could be Ironic.  But like I said, my definition isn't the most accurate.

HOWEVER, there is still the chance that it was all part of her master plan.  Maybe, just MAYBE, she wrote this song with the intention for it to be not ironic at all, and in it's non-ironicness it IS, IN FACT, ironic!

But somehow I think it's just a song stemming from a major misconception of a literary term.  It's more amusing that way, anyway.

Thoughts?

Melissa Anelli Talks About Me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwi4quQX_t0

I'm the one who made the Facebook group ^_^

Well, it's happened.

As I knew it eventually would.  I... am a fan of Naruto.  There, I said it, it's official.  Now, back to finding Sasuke!

Could I blog every day?

I feel like I could, even if it's just short posts like this that don't really mean anything and serve no purpose.  I mean I got this blog so that i write more, so why not use it?

"You are the one, the one who flies next to me, whispers I'm scared--look out, it's a willow tree"

Oh, The Procrastination!

I have so much nonsense I should probably be doing right now!  Guess what?  I'm not doing any of it!  There are so many dumb little tasks that need accomplishing that they've become a complete blur in my head.  I can't grab just one to focus on so they all remain undone and fluttering around my head.  I imagine each thing I have to do as a piece of paper being blown around in my brain.  Have you ever tried to catch a piece of paper in the wind?  It's difficult.

I feel the urge to edit this little nothing of a blog.  It's really bad writing the way it is.  No, I'll leave it alone.  Time to go make tea.

Epiphany

Have you ever had one of those moments when something, an idea or realization, just hits you and the truth of it conflicts with something in your life, or in some other way emotionally affects you *almost* to the point of tears?

I just had one of those.  I just talked to someone I haven't talked to in over a month and a half, and I realized just how important that person is to me.  I hadn't realized that I felt so different without him, but speaking to him again really reminded me that my life's definition of normal involves talking to him on a regular basis.  Thinking about it... I don't like the way life without him looks.  To put it simply, I do not know what I'd do without him.  I'm glad he's back :)

Is it just in my head, or do I sound snarky when I write?

(according to the red squiggle spelling lines of doom, snarky isn't a word!  Dane Cook lies!)

I haven't blogged in a while, so here I am.  However, this isn't going to be about anything important, I promise.

I just got back from church a little while ago, feeling gross but good from having played a game of broomball.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broomball  If you clicked that link like a proper stalker, you'd see that broomball is played on ice.  We, however, played on tile with socks.  You would also learn that broom-like sticks are the tool of choice.  We used actual brooms.  True story, one of the boys whacked one of the table-barriers hard enough to bend his $2.30 broom to a 90 degree angle.  A girl managed to achieve a 130 degree angle using the same method of destruction.

Before broomball, I got to make my formal introduction to the new Youth website that I used Ning to create.  I'd planned to give a tour of the whole site, but of course the inranets only functioned long enough to bring up the main page.  Anyway, they know about it now so my purpose was fulfilled.  No one's joined yet, but I guess they're just not as excited as I am about it.

At my urging, sister got a Twitter.  I of course realize now that I can't let her follow me because I sometimes like to tweet about how annoying she is, and because she likes to tattle to mom about the tiniest things.  If I were to tweet that I am a democrat, for example, I might get in a spot of trouble.

I wonder if anything decent is on T.V. tonight.  I wonder if I'll manage to make myself get any work done tomorrow.  I will always wonder why he likes me.  (Ooh, you didn't expect that subject change, did you?)

This is one way to start off the new year..

Things I hate, nay, despise:

1. Time

2. Space

3. Murphy

4. Crappy cell service

Things I love:

1. College breaks

2. Cars/vanpools

3. When Murphy isn't paying attention.

4. The internet