Feeling: Torn Listening to: The Curse Of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For
Inside there is nothing, nothing at all.
I once wrote a story for an assessed essay that was meant to end with that line. I think it was one of my best, but I don't know where it went. I'm not extremely bothered by its disappearance, but four years ago, I failed to realise that that single line had the potential to define so many aspects of my life at various moments, or that I would find it so very difficult to forget.
But other than that, I'm only here to let you know I may be losing my mind soon.
Days remaining (a): 23 Days remaining (b): 23 Days remaining (c): 32
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(Why, yes. I do have a 3,000 word essay to do for my Politics and Journalism module instead of an exam. Thank you for noticing.)
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
2:06:00 AM
My tummy just went "Moooooooooooo."
But anyway, oh, my gosh.
So many things to think about, all at the same time.
Days remaining (a): 33 Days remaining (b): 33
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
3:48:00 PM
Feeling: Misplaced Listening to: Save Your Scissors by City And Colour
J: I opened the cupboard where we keep our glasses today J: i saw the 3 glasses bought for lee mom and you in new zealand J: i looked at the cat one and remembered lee J: i looked at the dog one and remembered mom J: i looked at the cow one and remembered you J: the cow cup looks so lonely J: its so lonely J: when is the last time you used that cup? J: its so lonely J: im so lonely J: i miss you
Mom.
He's so American. :]
♥
Days remaining (a): 4 Days remaining (b): 50 Days remaining (c): 50
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Friday, November 20, 2009
11:44:00 PM
Feeling: Hopeless Listening to: *Fin by Anberlin
Okay, so maybe I'm not destined to see Funeral For A Friend after all. Goddammit!
What this may show, however, is that I really should finish this work that I have not even been able to start. I've been trying all day (Not counting the four hours I slept in the afternoon (I sleep too much. It gives me nightmares)), and holy macaroni, it's late (4:07AM on my watch).
I finally understand this song. It used to just seem random and beautiful, but it means so much right now. I tried to pick out my favourite parts, but this is one song that doesn't work that way. So, here are all of the lyrics, neatly arranged in the way I understand they should be arranged, but even that isn't good enough. You must listen. Now.
*Fin by Anberlin Feels like I'm miles from here, in other towns with lesser names where the unholy ghost doesn't tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road, told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You'll just have to trust me, I'm scared. I am the patron saint of lost causes. Aren't we all to you just near lost causes? Aren't we all to you just lost?
Tommy, you were left behind. Something will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You've already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren't hard to find, they're home missing daddy who's saving the abandoned tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you, sympathy's better than having to tell you the truth - that you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now causes.
Billy, don't you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now, you made his faith disappear more like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We're not questioning God, just those He chose to carry on His cross. We're no better, you'll see. Just all of us, the lost causes. Aren't we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost, lost causes? So, all we are to you is all we are, is all we are. All we are is all we are.
Patron saint, are we all lost like you? (Lost causes, all we are. Is all we are to you lost?)
The last part is improvised, so the lyrics don't really make sense, but it's my favourite section of the song, so there.
Days remaining (a): 6 Days remaining (b): 52 Days remaining (c): 52
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
1:27:00 AM
Feeling: Smelly
The cloudy night sky didn't allow me to see the Leonid meteor shower last night. It made me sad, but I went out and sat in the garden and pulled my neck back anyway. The droplets of water hitting my face almost seemed to be telling me that although it would have been beautiful, there are more important things I should be paying attention to. The universe understands. It will wait for me. That's what I thought it meant, but it appears everything is falling apart and floating away, much like a feather that leaves a bird's tail, or a leaf that forgets it's tree. Because the bird doesn't need it anymore and neither does the tree. The universe has better and bigger plans for the feather and the leaf, but it does not say what it is. We have to wait and see.
Are we all just sad children, waiting for pictures to be drawn for us so we can smile and feel special about something?
I'm staying up late as punishment for accidentally missing too many lectures and seminars. That wasn't part of the plan. Not part of it at all, and I don't know how this will help.
Oh, man. It is so close.
Days remaining (a): 7 Days remaining (b): 53 Days remaining (c): 53
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
11:18:00 PM
45 lessons life has taught me*:
Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
It's OK to let your children see you cry.
Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood, but the second one is up to you and no one else.
When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.
Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today IS special.
Over prepare, then go with the flow.
Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
The most important sex organ is the brain.
No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
Always choose life.
Forgive everyone everything.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Your job won't take care of your when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Believe in miracles.
God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
Growing old beats the alternative of dying young.
Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.
All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
The best is yet come.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
Yield.
Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.
*Regina Sparks
Now, to wipe my teary eyes, hop on this horse and ride off purposefully into the sunset.
Days remaining (a): 8 Days remaining (b): 54 Days remaining (c): 54
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
4:06:00 PM
Feeling: Cruel Listening to: Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits
The dice were loaded from the start.
Days remaining: 9
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
7:03:00 PM
A paradox:
Pessimists are never disappointed, thus they are always happy.
Days remaining: 15
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
3:23:00 PM
"You could put something cold on it." "Like my heart?"
Days remaining: 16
Monday, November 02, 2009
11:05:00 PM
Feeling: Sick Listening to: What Goes Around by Alesana
I've never felt more destined to see Funeral For A Friend (They were meant to play tomorrow, but I've got to work my butt off all week and I wasn't sure if it was even possible given the circumstances, but thennn... Click).
I love it when cool bands cover pop/hip hop/not them songs, but even more so when they do it well. Alesana did an awesome job with this one. ♥
Days remaining (a): 7 Days remaining (b): 24
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Who the hell?
Yes, who the hell is this strange person posting all the time?
Anonymity is key, but since looks are everything in today's fucked up society, here's a well-done, fully descriptive, as-close-to-the-real-thing-you'll-ever-get picture of me:
Seriously.
vodkabreath@gmail.com or freakazoide7@hotmail.com will answer all of your further enquiries.
Oh, and they call me Moosey. Because I don't have a real name. :]
