Main Entry:
- par·a·dox
- Pronunciation:
- \ˈper-ə-ˌdäks, ˈpa-rə-\
- Function:
- noun
- Etymology:
- Latin paradoxum, from Greek paradoxon, from neuter of paradoxos contrary to expectation, from para- + dokein to think, seem — more at decent
- Date:
- 1540
1: a tenet contrary to received opinion2 a: a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is perhaps true b: a self-contradictory statement that at first seems true c: an argument that apparently derives self-contradictory conclusions by valid deduction from acceptable premises3: one (as a person, situation, or action) having seemingly contradictory qualities or phases
I feel like I am a paradox. Maybe it's because sometimes I can be really outgoing and loud, then the next second I'm unnoticeable and shy. Or the fact that I'm smart and intellectual most of the time, then I somehow pull some of the stupidest stunts, or say some really stupid things. People say that I'm original, but sometimes I feel like the average girl who doesn't think of anything witty or creative all the time. But it's okay to be a paradox I suppose, it just makes me, me, you know?
Any who, today was the last day of summer school. As usual I read most of the time while Brittany, Mariana, and Paulette took pictures and such. We were going to play Bullshit but my brother took my cards out of my bag yesterday afternoon and didn't put them back, so we couldn't play. I'm nearly finished with Life of Pi, only 6 pages to go. In fact I should probably go finish it right now. Esteban (aka Steven) had this bad ass Joker shirt on today, I want one really bad now. I'll probably go get it this weekend, along with a Joker bobble head.
My mom found a diary that she had begun writing in when I was two years old and had stopped when I was almost four because Austin was born. She wants me to write in it now. I can understand why, she barely remembers any of her childhood and wants me to remember mine via diary. She wishes she had a diary to write in, but she didn't. I enjoy writing in it, though I forget to write everyday, though I write every couple days, which is good.
To bring a cessation to this, I hope you all keep Jerry Finn in your thoughts and prayers, he needs it now.
I feel like I am a paradox. Maybe it's because sometimes I can be really outgoing and loud, then the next second I'm unnoticeable and shy. Or the fact that I'm smart and intellectual most of the time, then I somehow pull some of the stupidest stunts, or say some really stupid things. People say that I'm original, but sometimes I feel like the average girl who doesn't think of anything witty or creative all the time. But it's okay to be a paradox I suppose, it just makes me, me, you know?
Any who, today was the last day of summer school. As usual I read most of the time while Brittany, Mariana, and Paulette took pictures and such. We were going to play Bullshit but my brother took my cards out of my bag yesterday afternoon and didn't put them back, so we couldn't play. I'm nearly finished with Life of Pi, only 6 pages to go. In fact I should probably go finish it right now. Esteban (aka Steven) had this bad ass Joker shirt on today, I want one really bad now. I'll probably go get it this weekend, along with a Joker bobble head.
My mom found a diary that she had begun writing in when I was two years old and had stopped when I was almost four because Austin was born. She wants me to write in it now. I can understand why, she barely remembers any of her childhood and wants me to remember mine via diary. She wishes she had a diary to write in, but she didn't. I enjoy writing in it, though I forget to write everyday, though I write every couple days, which is good.
To bring a cessation to this, I hope you all keep Jerry Finn in your thoughts and prayers, he needs it now.
