Going to the zoo always compares to when you are waiting for your toast, and it pops up with that sudden alarming strike of shock-sound that makes you jump like you are being woken up by eight pale looking Japanese horror kids. It gets me any time of the day – just like the animals at the zoo. Due to my million visits to zoo’s I would think the sight of these not-everyday-animals is something that should be counted as a common happening in my brain depots. However, I seem to always end up gasping and breathing in that surprised “oooh” sound when I get near one of these majestic creatures.
Starring at the monkeys puts me in a paralyzed state where I can do nothing else, than just stand there and observe. Kind of like when you get stuck on YouTube watching cat videos. Monkeys always seem blow me away like I’ve just ended first season of Lost. I freeze up and all these extremely deep philosophical questions arise, and as my mind stresses out trying to find answers and come up with reasons my body pumps the feel of awesomeness.
It always surprises me how much they look and act like us, and somehow that is hilariously entertaining. One thing I wonder about is what it must have been like to live in the part of evolution where some of us were monkeys and the other part was human? They must have been some extremely patient homo sapiens and confused monkeys.
The life of me involves no personal wars as such. Only at the event of stopping my hands from delivering tasty overloaded cheesy nachos to my fragile buds I struggle, as the fat kid inside me just can’t reach a limit for nachos eating. It’s like when you without intention of breaking into song, sing ‘Mamaaa’, and then having to sing oh-oh-ooohh afterwards – you just have to go on. This concerns me, because I feel like I’m destined to be so much more than the girl who over-dosed on nachos. Anyhow, I stumbled upon something that created a war against myself, and in the end, I have acknowledged that I simply can’t win. There is no angry way of saying ‘bubbles’. No matter how hard you try, or the amount of negative thoughts you force through your emotional tubes, it’s an endless battle. There is just no way. Even with a german accent it sounds like an angel sliding off a rainbow. Imagine Kristen Stewart saying bubbles, that would be a great film for one. Secondly, I think it would do her aura good. Another great thing ‘bubbles’ could give to society would be casting a spell on Grumpy Cat, so its ‘Miav’ would be replaced with ‘bubbles’. Just putting it out there.
I’ve got a stream of random questions bashing through my head on a daily basis. Sometimes my brain activity sums up what people felt after Lady Gaga showed off her meatdress. Desperate for answers, and slighty confused. When is a question too ‘out there’ to verbalize officially, and avoiding the event of people reacting with a face like biting into the worlds last twinkie? What I’m going for is a more curious reaction like when people think they smell a fart. So here’s a question, that I decided, needs to be smothered with attention. When whales are transported in airplanes, do their ears also pop like ours do? Expanding the question in my bubble of a brainset I came to study this in further detail. If a whales ears are built like a humans, would’nt they tense up with throbbing pain like we do when we dive in the deep? It would be quite inconvienient for a whale if this is true. I wonder if anyone ever dived and saw a whale move like a retarded sea giant because their ears are in constant pain, or are they in fact immune? And what about if you put a whale in the air? What happens to their ears? I just don’t get it.