I know you’ve missed me, guys. Fortunately for all the people I owe money to (promise to give them back even if it’s the last thing I do, guys), I am not dead. Or at least not yet.
A long time ago I promised a lecture on irony and sarcasm. And then I miserably failed to keep up with my promise (I did however try to share a very cute prezi presentation with you- I swear to God, it was very cute and informative, but I think there’s a conspiration against me and my blog and they don’t allow you to see it, it’s probably some Illuminati shit going on there).
I spilled coffee all over the keyboard.
And then I got broke. I’ve always been poor but the last few weeks have been, uh, very un-productive (by the way, do you know someone who needs a freelance writer to write stuff for them?).
But now I’m back. And I will deliver my thing. Stay around and you’ll get the lecture. I promise.
Yeah, I know I did that the last time as well.
When I started this blog, I intended to make it a sanctuary of irony and sarcasm. Still, it seems that the only thing I succeeded was showing how irony examples seem to come in and out of my life as if the Universe was constantly plotting against me. Another thing I have succeeded is to make an ironic example of this entire blog (that is, this blog is ironic in the sense that it is ironic how not-very-ironic-still-tagging-itself-as-ironic the posts I have made so far are). Still, I have big plans (and imagine Ozzy singing “I’m just a dreamer” now- I’m too lazy to actually link it, just imagine it playing until the end of this post). Continue reading
I guess everyone heard/read this story, because it’s all over the World Wide Web. I remember it made me mad when I first read it. If I were in that waiter’s place, I would have said: Well thank you for the wonderful story, now give me my tip! My parents are poor, I need to pay for college and I’m busting my
ass bottom off in order to give you the best service ever! And YOU are a billionaire! But I wasn’t in the waiter’s place. But if I were… I would have gotten cold feet, thanked him for this beautiful life story and the $2 tip, and I would have wished him a good day. But I would have done it in a sarcastic way. Probably.
I like to think of myself as a pleasant young lady, polite, always smiling and eager to help those who ask for help. I smile when I walk down the street and I help old people carry their bags. I even tell people when they lose money while walking. But I think the Universe doesn’t like me. It’s like my whole life is an irony. One day, while drinking its coffee, the Universe thought, while chatting with its multiverse friends, hmmm, I should make an ironic person with an ironic life. And then I was born. With a high level of irony and sarcasm.
But please let me tell you my story… Continue reading