Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Things Change.


.... But I t3end to stay relatively the same....

Yikes, that was a non-stop flight to a dead end.

Now can smeone tell me why where one can go to escape the ever crawling throngs of people who tend to be on the verge of complete depletion of descency? Perhsps it's only the places uexplored, uncultured, unknown, or similar? Perhaps it's the next town over>? the next state? Country? Planet? etc? Perhaps Earth as we jknow it knows no such place? Perhaps it's everywhere I'm not? Fact is, most people I meet are exactly tthe type perfect in our culture. You know (or not) they are selfcenterd (completely), overendulgent (grossly), inconsiderate (totaly), unfriendly (always), and on and on. Ugghh. It's undoubtably hard to slollow, yet it's everywhere among what friends I have, it aplies to nearly every stranger I can recall and it simply mkes life less pleasent. Why is it this way? Is it so hard to fathom that you yourself where more kind and friendly and selfless that you might make somenes day? and that they may then act that way as well? And that maybe if more people tryed acting this way, genuinely, then more and more people might live the same way? Oh yes, I suppose it is, thank you common sense for reminding me, people arent nice by nature. Sigh. What an enigma, what a travesty. I think I'll simply go wherever the nice people are. Aka, where people arent. Aka do the selfish thing and run. Aka give up.

On a pleasant note, I'll be off to a European excursion (London, Paris, Germany, Vienna, Salzburg, and then wherever the wind may sway me) as well as a 8 week stay at Capernwray, which is to be glorious (to God and in general). If I return, I'll tell you all about it, or if your lucky, I'll mention key events here.

Update of what Ive done
-Video games (FFVII, FFVIII, Okami, Suikoden V, Pirates, Mega Man, Soul Calibur....)
-Work = construction = wet/cold = sore = $
-sewing = sewing
-and thats really all. Ha. I saw some people wh dont apply to above as well.

Ta.


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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Trrees....

The Battle of The Trree Farm!We Came.
We Warred.
We lowered our standards.
We Scoured.
And finally, We smote our foe.

And I have been replaced, by Greg! Woe is me! Oh how cruel is the life I live! How disasterifically horrid are my comings! And how grotestly, macabretically, sorrowfully, are my forlorn goings! WHOOHAA. Aren't you glad I posted? Hmmm?

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Cross your fingers friends. The job hunt must grow more vigorous and I am to try my hand at modeling once again. Life's far to short to doddle. So there hasbeen no sanctuary for one such as me in the realm of daily feelings. I'm tired, in a sort of spread way, I'm irritable, my stomach consistantly feels uneasy, I frequently find my head to throb. What is the matter with me? Can not working make you ill? I'm starting to wonder..... Regardless, one must fight on, and I like to consider myself a fighter, if not a lazy sort of fighter. So, I shant give up yet, and neither should you if such times of sorrow find you. Besides, someones looking out for you whether you like it or not.

On another note, my room has never been cleaner. So there.

Oh! You won't believe it, but, Wednesday through Friday of this week, my father and I are taking a motorcycle class. One in which we learn how to ride, defensively, and actually do ride, and in the end recieve a motorcycle license. Of course, one must pass. It should be an interesting experience. Pray for us haha.

If you must know, thanksgiving was pleasant. The days surrounding it where mostly pleasant as well. More pleasant than most days in general on some occasions. Take care.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Thiss is karen Dalton, she sings like billy holiday, but plays guitar and banjo. Known to be a great inspiration to the likes of Dylan and many more. She is so great, and moving. I hear she died in 1996 on the streets of NY, homeless and alone, at some old age. God bless her.



And clearly I cannot sleep. Ta.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Pity, it feels like a friday....

Today Today Today Today Today is my birthday. Phew. Wears me thin. 22 years, and I'm still at home kicking around the long settled dust which covers all I own, and me. What does it take to find your place? What does it take to make a living? Happily? I'm 22 and I dont know, all I do is dream empty dreams. Fleeting. Empty. Dreams. One second a passion burns in my soul, the next, I've forgotten about it completely. What is that? Bloody madness leading strait to nowhere. Pish posh, enough of the pity party. I'm alive, er, sort of, I've a few friends, a family who loves me, more shit than anyone could ever need, I'll be gifted a venture of a lifetime in a time, I've got it good. And I know where I'm going when I die, I've got the gift, and thats the best thing out there. So sure life aint so bad. At any rate, yesterday was excellent, today was good, tomorrow has some act to follow. Good luck with that. And with that I've lost the will to be awake any longer. I'll post something less depressing later.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Have you see this film? If not, put it on your to do list on the double mate. Great actors, great story, great twists, great music, great period, great clothes, great film. Makes me want to cut my hair, buy some outstanding suits, look respectable, and indulge in a life of con and crime.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

look down.


The pumpkin is Jack the Pumpkin King. FYI.