So I'll be closing down this blog, having opened another one. Posts will be deleted either chronologically or in favor of content.
Thanks to those who happened by.
organizedrhyme.blogspot.com is the new link.
12.08.2008
For My One Reader ;-)
It seems as though my computer is being reluctant to allow me to post my reply, forcing me to resort to an entry. So, in the event that you happen to stumble back upon my page, you've earned an entry all to yourself.
I'm just hoping that my prior attempts at publishing the post did not result in you receiving the same exact comment on your page like 50 times... if so, I apologize profusely:P
Hmm...I was saying something along the lines of how blogging - for anyone who does it, at least - seems to share a mutual reason for existing... Expression, yea? In some way, shape, or form, we all get on here to do, in essence, the same thing. For me, I had a blog a few years back that I actually kept regular, but I've lost the touch, I guess.
Both of our childhood stabbings reinforce my thoughts towards children - or at the very least, the select few we've come into contact with - being evil. :)
From what I've seen of your eye - both of them - they look good to me. That is what I would call lucky.
I'm just hoping that my prior attempts at publishing the post did not result in you receiving the same exact comment on your page like 50 times... if so, I apologize profusely:P
Hmm...I was saying something along the lines of how blogging - for anyone who does it, at least - seems to share a mutual reason for existing... Expression, yea? In some way, shape, or form, we all get on here to do, in essence, the same thing. For me, I had a blog a few years back that I actually kept regular, but I've lost the touch, I guess.
Both of our childhood stabbings reinforce my thoughts towards children - or at the very least, the select few we've come into contact with - being evil. :)
From what I've seen of your eye - both of them - they look good to me. That is what I would call lucky.
2.01.2008
Welcome Back to...no, not Facebook. Google Blog thing...
I just spent the better part of an hour reviewing my 'blog', followed by fifteen minutes of "bacon, facebook and Jack Black. There's been a noticeable amount of time in between now and the last time I bothered myself to compose an entry. Well, to all of my readers, (and yes by 'readers' I do mean you, Patricia) go to hell! I've been busy.
Sort of.
In the months following August through to December, I spent the better part of my life in Oakville, hating it and being miserable. Luckily for me though, it ended on a wonderful note...those of you that know the situation, note the sarcasm.
And so now... oh yea, well I guess I ought to mention that yours truly is going to be a mom in just over two months! Who knew kissing could lead to such a thing!?
I've also had the bittersweet experience of being accepted into Humber College and finally got my ass to school last month. Judging from the way things have been going, I'll be lucky if I finish the end of the first semester.
I thought that perhaps I'd have a lot more to say considering it's been like 5 months, but...well I do need to pee and... my back hurts. Plus in 9 minutes, Young and the Restless will begin, so I've got to get all that taken care and then maybe, just maybe, I'll be back.
And hopefully, you too.
sleep.in.ideas
Sort of.
In the months following August through to December, I spent the better part of my life in Oakville, hating it and being miserable. Luckily for me though, it ended on a wonderful note...those of you that know the situation, note the sarcasm.
And so now... oh yea, well I guess I ought to mention that yours truly is going to be a mom in just over two months! Who knew kissing could lead to such a thing!?
I've also had the bittersweet experience of being accepted into Humber College and finally got my ass to school last month. Judging from the way things have been going, I'll be lucky if I finish the end of the first semester.
I thought that perhaps I'd have a lot more to say considering it's been like 5 months, but...well I do need to pee and... my back hurts. Plus in 9 minutes, Young and the Restless will begin, so I've got to get all that taken care and then maybe, just maybe, I'll be back.
And hopefully, you too.
sleep.in.ideas
8.20.2007
SILF
So I'm in bed and it's just after midnight. I couldn't sleep for the life of me and I was starting to get angry. Have I done something to the sleep-gods to deserve this? I thought. Insomnia is only good for a triple-feature drive in...and well, I did that the night before.
So, where the hell was my sleep?
I got to thinking... I got to thinking real hard and for some reason I started to smell smoke.
No, no I didn't. That was a lie. My brain was not on fire.
But, I was in fact thinking. About what? You ask. Well that's a good question. I was thinking about the Sealy Serta commercial ads on tv...the ones with the sheep. I figured counting sheep was a common enough strategy to gain some zzzzz's, so I did just that.
By the time I'd reached seven, I'd gotten anxious and jumped straight to thirteen. From thirteen, I was getting a little bit bored and considered halting the count-up. But I was still wide awake and desperate for sleep.
So twenty-three rolled around the corner and I couldn't help but wonder, where do the sheep go? I mean really... I'm at twenty-three, what if twenty-two landed wrong, sprained his ankle and couldn't move. Here comes big, fat twenty-three doing a canon-ball over the fence (my sheep were jumping a fence in a nice meadow) and lands on top of him. Of course twenty-four won't know and he's gonna just hop the fence too and the next thing you know there's a pile up of sheep.
Well, to keep it simple and stop myself from having to clean up after their stupid mess, I decided to only have one sheep to count. He was a lazy bastard, that's why I chose him. He ran laps pretty much, up and over and up and over. He pouted and heaved and sighed... and his tongue hung out of his mouth. And just as he started to suffer from fatigue and exhaustion, I fell asleep.
sleep.in.ideas
So, where the hell was my sleep?
I got to thinking... I got to thinking real hard and for some reason I started to smell smoke.
No, no I didn't. That was a lie. My brain was not on fire.
But, I was in fact thinking. About what? You ask. Well that's a good question. I was thinking about the Sealy Serta commercial ads on tv...the ones with the sheep. I figured counting sheep was a common enough strategy to gain some zzzzz's, so I did just that.
By the time I'd reached seven, I'd gotten anxious and jumped straight to thirteen. From thirteen, I was getting a little bit bored and considered halting the count-up. But I was still wide awake and desperate for sleep.
So twenty-three rolled around the corner and I couldn't help but wonder, where do the sheep go? I mean really... I'm at twenty-three, what if twenty-two landed wrong, sprained his ankle and couldn't move. Here comes big, fat twenty-three doing a canon-ball over the fence (my sheep were jumping a fence in a nice meadow) and lands on top of him. Of course twenty-four won't know and he's gonna just hop the fence too and the next thing you know there's a pile up of sheep.
Well, to keep it simple and stop myself from having to clean up after their stupid mess, I decided to only have one sheep to count. He was a lazy bastard, that's why I chose him. He ran laps pretty much, up and over and up and over. He pouted and heaved and sighed... and his tongue hung out of his mouth. And just as he started to suffer from fatigue and exhaustion, I fell asleep.
sleep.in.ideas
8.03.2007
An entry from Dec 2002
Murder was the only way
A tortured soul began
Misconceptions had their day
When fearfully, she ran
The murder was that of her heart
Her tortured soul: denial
Her life is something that imitates art
Her confidence: a downwards spiral
They say everything in general
but 'general' drilled to her bone
They say their shit in general
but 'general's' not when you're alone
Can ignorance truly be bliss?
Our lack of knowledge be okay?
Can a kiss be more than a kiss?
When we've got such bullshit to say?
Anger replaced her confidence,
her loneliness and fear
Her 'tortured soul' splattered a picket fence
'Murder' hung lamely in the air.
Underneath the entry, I'd noted down a few things 1) "I think it sucks now that I've read it a few times." and 2) The poem was regarding a racist graffiti image in a school washroom. Anyway... I'll likely be adding a few more.
sleep.in.ideas.
7.31.2007
Grudges
Extra strength 'premium clumping litter' acts as an ottoman for my feet as I sit and contemplate the grudge I hold against my brother. I'm halfway through a load of laundry and the intrusive thought of 'letting bygones be bygones' roams insistantly through my mind without reprieve. Without hesitation, I'm usually one to do so, let things go. Holding grudges can tend to represent an act of immaturity, an unwillingness to let go of the past and just grow.
A week ago, a friend of mine was nice enough to compliment me in a way which made me feel better as a whole person. The comment made me think of the ways in which I affect the people in my life. To some, I may incur feelings of anger; to others, perhaps feelings of joy.
For my brother, apparently he seeks approval from me. I've affected him in such a way that he now strives to gain my trust. For those close enough to me to know what he's done, you'll likely also know that I've practically denied having a brother for an extended period of time. However, I've come to a point where I no longer feel such animosity towards him, but at the same time, I'm not yet ready to forgive and forget.
There are certain things in life that can't be swept under the rug. Though as I said before, sometimes you've got to let go.
Not yet sure which path to follow.
sleep.in.ideas.
A week ago, a friend of mine was nice enough to compliment me in a way which made me feel better as a whole person. The comment made me think of the ways in which I affect the people in my life. To some, I may incur feelings of anger; to others, perhaps feelings of joy.
For my brother, apparently he seeks approval from me. I've affected him in such a way that he now strives to gain my trust. For those close enough to me to know what he's done, you'll likely also know that I've practically denied having a brother for an extended period of time. However, I've come to a point where I no longer feel such animosity towards him, but at the same time, I'm not yet ready to forgive and forget.
There are certain things in life that can't be swept under the rug. Though as I said before, sometimes you've got to let go.
Not yet sure which path to follow.
sleep.in.ideas.
7.26.2007
More useless crap
10 Years ago
1.) How old were you: 12
2.) Where did you go to school: Park Public School
3.) Where did you live: Jarvis and Dundas
4.) Where did you hang out: Uhh... Home.
5.) Did you wear glasses: No
6.) Who was your best friend: Cindy, I think.
7.) Who was your regular-person crush: Probably Paultin or Quoc
8.) How many piercings did you have: Two
9.) What car did you drive: Didn't drive.
10.) Had you been to a real party: No
11.) Had your heart broken: No
12.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Single
Five years ago
1.) How old were you: 17
2.) Where did you go to school: Central Technical School
3.) Where did you work: No job at 17.
4.) Where did you live: Same place.
5.) Where did you hang out: Need I answer...
6) did u wear glasses?: No
7.) Who was your best friend: Cindy
8.) Who was your regular-person crush:There were quite a few. The ones I remember: Ryan, Ricky Trecartin, Matt Poch. ...
9.) How many tattoos did you have: None
10.) How many piercings did you have: Still two
11.) What car did you drive: Didn't drive.
12.) Had you been to a real party: Doubt it, but don't remember.
13.) Had your heart broken: No
14.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Single
Present day
1.) How old are you: 22
2.) Where did you go to school: Central Tech
4.) Where do you live: Have lived in three different addresses since Jarvis
5.) Where do you hang out: Bars. Malls. Home.
6.) Do you wear glasses: No
7.) Who is your best friend: Cindy
8.) Who is your regular-person crush: The Rock=)
10.) How many piercings do you have: Six
11.) What car do you drive: Don't drive
12.) Have you been to a real party: Yes
13.) Had your heart broken: Yea
14.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Engaged/Common-law
sleep.in.ideas.
1.) How old were you: 12
2.) Where did you go to school: Park Public School
3.) Where did you live: Jarvis and Dundas
4.) Where did you hang out: Uhh... Home.
5.) Did you wear glasses: No
6.) Who was your best friend: Cindy, I think.
7.) Who was your regular-person crush: Probably Paultin or Quoc
8.) How many piercings did you have: Two
9.) What car did you drive: Didn't drive.
10.) Had you been to a real party: No
11.) Had your heart broken: No
12.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Single
Five years ago
1.) How old were you: 17
2.) Where did you go to school: Central Technical School
3.) Where did you work: No job at 17.
4.) Where did you live: Same place.
5.) Where did you hang out: Need I answer...
6) did u wear glasses?: No
7.) Who was your best friend: Cindy
8.) Who was your regular-person crush:There were quite a few. The ones I remember: Ryan, Ricky Trecartin, Matt Poch. ...
9.) How many tattoos did you have: None
10.) How many piercings did you have: Still two
11.) What car did you drive: Didn't drive.
12.) Had you been to a real party: Doubt it, but don't remember.
13.) Had your heart broken: No
14.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Single
Present day
1.) How old are you: 22
2.) Where did you go to school: Central Tech
4.) Where do you live: Have lived in three different addresses since Jarvis
5.) Where do you hang out: Bars. Malls. Home.
6.) Do you wear glasses: No
7.) Who is your best friend: Cindy
8.) Who is your regular-person crush: The Rock=)
10.) How many piercings do you have: Six
11.) What car do you drive: Don't drive
12.) Have you been to a real party: Yes
13.) Had your heart broken: Yea
14.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: Engaged/Common-law
sleep.in.ideas.
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