I woke up this morning, went to the bathroom, and washed white stuff off my hand. Guess what it was. You guessed it: shaving cream!

What were you thinking of? Get your head out of the gutter!

Anyway, it was during that time I remembered the tradition of New Year's resolutions. I made none last night, so I quickly made three at that moment. No one's going to know, right?
In a nice list for your convenience, here they are:

1. Get Stuff Done
I am lazy. And lately, this laziness kinda sucks.

2. Achieve World Domination
Because who doesn't want this as their goal?

3. Don't Change Any Moral Values
Not to be egotistical (yes, I looked that up as I was typing this) but I have (somewhat) good values.

That's all. Time to go break them (except for number two).

Wipe your feet on the way out of my mind.
Socks
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It's a matter of morals in my opinion. Do you blame the one who had the idea, or the one who committed it? And then, do you reward the one who did the achievement, or the one who gave him the information to do it?

For the first one, I believe the Thinker should be blamed. You could argue that the Minion made it possible, but would he have done it if the Thinker never existed?

For the second one, the Thinker should also be rewarded. Yes, the Minion did the achievement, but the Thinker gave him what he needed to succeed.

Thinkers are either hated for what they do or forgotten for what their Minion(s) reach.

What do you think?

Wipe your feet on the way out of my mind.
Socks
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Today, I lost my shirt. In my own house.

Not sure how I did it. It's a gray shirt with a DARE logo on the front. It wasn't a great shirt, but I still kinda liked it.

While getting the laundry from outside, I noticed that my shirt wasn't there. I shrugged this off and went back inside. Then I looked in my closet. Not there. In my room. Nada. I tore up the entire house looking for it.

It was gone. Without a trace. Poof. Abracadabra style. Like it never existed.

I have three possible explanations for this anomaly:
1. Someone stole it and ran off with it.
2. Aliens stole it and ran/glided/floated/flew/teleported away with it.
3. My family is playing a practical joke on me.

If you happen to find this shirt in your house, A. Keep it. Who knows what you've done with it? And/Or B. Stay away from my laundry!

Wipe your feet on the way out of my mind.
Socks
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I've been writing down news posts (4 to be exact), and right now, I have an important question.

How did you find me?

Are you some sort of angel/demon/guardian/spirit looking over my shoulder and then speeding to your computer at who-knows-where to respond?

Is there some sort of search button for names and my name came up?

Or are you some sort of computer virus in my computer? o.O

Wipe your feet on the way out of my mind.
Socks
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I... Woke up.

Alright, it's not that weird, but today, I woke up early. Seven-fifteen to be somewhat exact. On a school day, that's close to the time I leave my house. It's a sign...

...That the mind-sucking things that control my school are back! And they're packing mind-control powers! Run! Hide! The end is near! Summer is almost over!

...

Well, wipe your feet on the way out of my mind.
Socks
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I have a bump on my hand!

During lunch, I looked down at my spoon-holding hand (I was drinking some nice soup). It was then that I noticed a small protuberance (I love thesauruses now) near the edge of the back of my hand. Thinking this was a minuscule mosquito bite, I instinctively went to scratch it. I dropped my spoon in my bowl, but it disappeared. I twiddled my pinky and saw the bump move up and down my hand about a quarter of an inch. It feels like it's part of my bone (don't know what bone, that bone attached to your pinky finger), but how should I know?

At least I have something to do in class this year. ;)

Wipe your feet on your way out of my mind.
Socks
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NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT READ THE BELOW IF YOU ARE INTOLERANT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S BELIEFS/IDEAS.

It's true! Take, for instance, this example:

Your forgetful friend (let's call him Bob) tells you that there's a big exam in school tomorrow in math. When asked to explain where he got his information, Bob says he got it from another friend (let's call him Jeff). What Bob or you don't know is that Jeff is a very untrustworthy person and is known to tell lies for his own amusement. Anyway, you go home tonight and study until your brains come out of your ear and you're pooped from staying up all night. When you get to school, guess what? You guessed it: no exam. Instead, you have a party in math class, but you're too tired to celebrate.

Later, you confront Bob and yell at him for lying and playing this horrible prank on you. Of course, he forgets he ever told you this (remember, he's forgetful) and tells you that he never informed you about a false exam that he did not study for. Both of you yell and shout, believing the only person who's right is himself, and leave the scene, your friendship shriveled up and gasping for air.

Where am I going with this?
Well, count up everything you thought was the truth. That's the exam and the lying Bob.
Now count up everything Bob thought was the truth. That's also thinking of the exam and not knowing about this information later.

After the story, what's the truth? It all depends on your perspective. If you go by yourself, you'd think that Bob was lying is the truth. If you go by Bob, you'd think you never said anything about an exam, and that would be the truth.

The truth's a funny thing. It all depends on what you think is true and what's a lie.

Well, wipe your feet on the way out of my mind
Socks
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I just put up this message to stop looking at the empty space on my user site. I use this site to browse through my favorites, not look at a small space saying "Hey, you don't have any news post! How about making one?" I don't even have anything to say. I would much rather be looking at a blank wall instead of empty space.

Of course, it'd have to be a wall so boring that it would draw my attention.

This message probably won't be very long. I'm just putting up thoughts as I think of them. Maybe I should make this into a blog of what the folks in my head are up to. As long as Newgrounds allow it, of course. Who knows what'll happen?

Anyways, just wipe your feet on your way out of my mind
-Socks
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