housekeeping

in an failed attempt to do some housekeeping on my computer files, i found some pretty funny stuff i had written in the past:

in a file titled 'thought of the day' (an idea which i think i've tried to resurrect at least 4 times):
Life doesn’t remind me of anything. 10/10/05

in a file titled 'analogies':
But analogies are like pop songs: the bad ones are overplayed and the good ones are overlooked.
Life is like a UT football game.
(and after this groundbreaking statement, i somehow failed to expound.)

in a file titled '24':
and this writing is so ineloquent, so imperfect, so non-poetic; it’s just how I feel. are feelings always so raw and juvenile-sounding? I wish someone like Maya Angelou or Edith Wharton could tell you how I feel. it would sound so much better.

in a file titled 'june':
Modern day martyrs have to be the biggest cowards alive. er, dead.

in a file titled 'the strange thing':

Don’t give them a way to live, just a reason to.
Right?
Self-interest.
It’s a shit world.
But it can be so beautiful.

and , something i wrote that i don't look back on and cringe at its absolute triteness--
in a file titled 'thanksgiving 2003':
For my little brother who teaches me to step back from my little bubble and remember that it doesn’t have to be perfect to be right. For reminding me not to take anything for granted. For teaching me to be tolerant of differences because they are what makes life interesting and beautiful and worth it.