Pessimism: either you're right or pleasantly surprised

Today is Sunday. Sunday is my day to be lazy and not care about anything, including what I wear. It wasn't until my dear friend Chandler said he was coming over to pick up a forgotten book from my house that I realized what I was wearing.

yes that is a penguin pajama top, paint-splatter tank top, and plaid pajama pants.

Needless to say Stacy and Clinton would totally kill me for my clash of patterns. I can't help it if all my comfortable clothes are horribly mismatched. oh well.

NOW! Blogger Challenge Day 3:

is the glass half empty or half full?

This is the post I dread, because I don't have much to say on the subject. But that's alright, because you have that lovely photo to keep you entertained whilst I rant about optimism!

Lets get real guys. If you pour half a glass of milk, than your glass is in fact half full, because that's all you wanted. If you pour yourself a full glass of milk and then someone else drank half of it, it is now half empty. I don't know about you but when someone drinks half my milk I don't exclaim, "Hey! who left my glass half full?!" do you? If so you're probably a really strange person and should learn a few colloquialisms. You'll get along with people in the world better. Personally I just yell "Who drank my milk! I was going to dunk my cookies in that!" and then my mother's milk mustached and cookie crumbed mouth will tell me who it was.

I should probably rant about whether or not I'm a pessimist or an optimist. Well the truth is that For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic. Little plagiarized but its true. Outwardly I'm really quite optimistic. for example:

English class. Final test. Studied as hard as I could without my brain melting. The results? a 98%. the only reason I missed those two points is because I forgot a simple, stupid rule.

My reaction? "hey! I got a 98! That's awesome!"

In school I'm naturally optimistic. Probably because a 98% is really good compared to other tests I take. (Except this term! I got straight A's. I'm still in shock about this.)

In other people's lives I'm also an optimist. Your boyfriend dumped you? That's ok he was a douche bag anyway! Lets get ice cream! Your cat died? It's in a better place now. Besides cats are evil. You've rid yourself of something satanic.

In my own life, I'm actually rather pessimistic.

My rabbit died? Oh my gosh I killed it! Dramatic hair cut? ah! I'm hideous! this was a stupid idea! (although in reality I always have great hair I just forget sometimes) Random nose bleed? cancer! Bad grades? I'm never going to college! My boyfriend dumped me? Oh wait! That's never happened! Cause I've never had a boyfriend! ha ha lol! (no you're not. Whore.)

I'm basically paranoid parrot. Maybe that isn't pessimism. . . . oh well. Point is I'm a lot more inwardly high strung than my outwardly laid back, go with the flow, attitude would tell you.

But in all honest I stick to my original statement. The glass is only half empty when someone steals your milk! Mom!