February 2011
41 posts
Falling in love isn’t the difficult part. It’s falling in love with someone who doesn’t drop you…. That’s the hard part.
January 2011
78 posts
That awkward moment when you want to refer to a...
I can only wonder why people put the, “Keep out” sign on the outside of the door. It’s not like people want to come in. I’d rather put the sign facing inside.
A friend told me that I was quite and that I talk more than I think just like someone else. I honestly don’t remember who someone else was. I was still thinking about the rest of the quote. I wasn’t sure it was intentionally meant as a compliment. It seemed factual as if that was just who I was. Somehow it struck me the right way. I wanted to throw out a great big smile. Maybe it was...
Me: How many guitarist does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Myself: I dunno, how many?
Me: twenty!
Myself: ....Why twenty?
Me: Because you need one to put in the light bulb and the rest to stand around and say, "that wasn't bad, but I could've done better."
I know this widow who doesn’t live that far off from us. A couple of years back her husband died of cancer and every so often she goes with her dog to visit his grave. Don’t take it the wrong way. She’s kind of one of those people who still acts young even when they do get old. Whenever they go and visit her husband’s grave their dog, named joker, will walk straight to his...
Simply put, there are just some things that shouldn’t be said in public.
But, What about Tumblr.
Are there things we really shouldn’t talk about on tumblr?
Yay or Nay?
Why or why not?
As it turns out, February 15th is National Singles awareness day. It has also been noted for being on the thirteenth or the fourteenth. Valentine’s Day always rubbed off on me the wrong way. I can’t say I’ve got something against it. It’s just…..I’m single. I kinda like being single. Valentine’s Day makes me want to go hide in a closet and eat my own...
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Currently in my brain we have in the upper left hand corner heavy weight champion procrastination!!!!! At the bottom right hand corner we have our one and only Mr. Productivity!!!! Who will win this one folks? Seems to me procrastination and productivity have already thrown quite a few swings at each other in previous matches before. But never before has there been a clear winner. All in all it...
The one thing I’m always going to be afraid of is waking up and realizing I wasted my life. I think I’ll use this fear to fight all those other things I’m afraid of. I’d love to stay home and never change. It’s comfy inside my fence. But I’m afraid I’ll just waste away here. Burn down the fence. Burn down the couch. Burn every fear that held me inside....
Fear, it holds me back from doing so much. I should be afraid to do certain things. It keeps me away from walking in front of cars or standing too close to the edge. I wish fear wouldn’t hold me back from all the other things. Suddenly I’m building myself a large fence and all I can see is a little shade of grass. I’ve got no reason to be afraid, but there I am sitting in my own...
Even though somehow I can feel a thousand different emotions I feel like I can’t pin down any single mood, or better yet, place them to words. I could write about quite a few things without actually feeling like I’ve described something. Somehow those subjects are at the top of my mind. It’s as if I can’t talk about it and now I’m stuck trying to make a replacement...
Does anyone else ever wish they could have a phrase tattooed onto there body where no one else could read those words? The phrase itself isn’t so important. It’s just that they relate to our lives so much. It’s as if, with everything hectic in life going on, that we have to hold those words close to read them and remind us of who we are. If I could find that single phrase I would...
Pointing fingers never solved a problem. It only gave us a reason to feel excluded from the solution.
Oh, another thing, I don’t really read words that are pointlessly big. Stories written all in the tumblr tittle or things written in all caps are two good examples. Usually it says that a post is demanding. It’s telling me I have to read this post and that I have to agree with it. Excuse me, um, really loud post? I don’t have to read that and I don’t have to make any such...
I confess! I judge a book by it’s cover. I feel like whoever created that book cover is instantly trying to catch the intended reader. Maybe that’s why I don’t go for the book with a flashy cover. I prefer the type of book found all the way at the back of a used book store. It’s got a plain cover and sometimes it’s even hard finding the title without opening up the...
How I intend to go about complaining:
1) tell a story without just whining about the current situation
2) Try to avoid phrases in the post that roughly go along the lines of,”my life really sucks” or, “this is totally unfair” I intend to allow the situation to speak for itself.
3) Make sure that the final piece seems somewhat interesting for the reader.
4) If it...
Last night my dream took place deep underground the earth in what I thought was a futuristic type of jail. It wasn’t built to be a jail, but people a while back were digging into the ground and making grocery stores and meat grinders bellow to leave room for the top. When the businesses deep underground closed down they barred the top entrances and used them for complex jail cells. So there...
When we were younger we had all these rules we couldn’t break. Way back when, I remember my mom telling me I had to stay in the yard and I wasn’t allowed to cross the street. Slowly it didn’t really mater if I crossed the street and now I do it all the time. Fast forward a couple years and I had to tell my mom where I was going and I had to get her permission. Now, it isn’t...
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I can’t count the number of posts that have defined love as the opposite gender that always sticks around. Don’t get me wrong I’m not here to completely bash that definition, but I think it’s only hitting the surface. Love may be a boy that always stick around for a girl and I’ve read others that go vice versa. It seems to me that, on a more realistic standpoint, love...
I had a dream last night where I was living on another planet and everyone was trying to survive against this deadly disease. It was a type of fungus that would start to grow all over your body until you were just one big monster of fungus. Oh, my planet didn’t have a sun. It was always dark and everyone lived in apartments next to this lake. I was trying to figure out how to stop the fungus...
I wonder if I’ll really make it. Everything right now seems to be either a race or a chase, and I have no idea if I’m going to make it towards whatever goal it is. I’d like to stop and rest but there’s no telling how much exactly there is left. I’m actually a little scared what might happen if I catch up and finish. I haven’t got a clue what happens after that...
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I always feel six times cooler, regardless of what I’m doing, if I’ve got a cat on my lap. Personally, I blame the older James Bond movies. The super villain always had that cool cat that would just sit there in his lap while he sat there stroking the little feline. Suddenly, I’m feeling super evil. Mwahaha. Tumblr quickly turns into such an evil task. There’s a strange...
Shamelessly, I fought for something I felt I could never get. To me it seemed unlikely. I wanted it so bad I was willing to make myself look foolish. Don’t we always end up fighting for something we can’t have? I know it’s impossible, but right now it’s so far away. I can’t see it for all its worth. I walked straight up to what I wanted and only then realized how huge...
I almost started shaving my armpits. Right after I had put on my deodorant I was in need of shaving off my silly fuzzy upper lip. Somehow I got it into my head in those five seconds that my electric shaver was a stick of deodorant. So, I came inches away from shaving my armpit due to I don’t know what. It was all very strange.
I was playing my guitar while I was sitting at the computer at the kitchen. It’s not something I normally do, usually I’ll just play in my room where it’s quiet. My older sister asked me, “Are you trying to play like that one guy you started listening to a while ago? your style is sounding more like his” I wanted to say no to this question. She didn’t know that,...
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I would never write on my facebook profile that I was single or in a relationship. It just seems too melodramatic for me. Then people would say stupid self-explanatory things such as,”Omg I never thought I’d see the day!” then they’d ask, “who??” I’ll let them figure it out. A relationship should speak for itself.
I’m so glad that I can finally eat a bagel. I was so hungry for the most part of my dream.
I just talked about logical love. The kind that I feel I can hold in my hand and define in the simplest of ways. I forgot to mention the beauty of it all. Love is about taking a few risks and breaking some bones while finding that one person. Love is a feeling and a journey and a thousand other things that maybe I’ll be lucky enough to write about later.
Love is such a vague word. Thousands of poems, sonnets and stories are built off of defining exactly what love they’re talking about. Maybe a boy will say they’re in love, but how? What if a girl asked why he loved her. The answers are much more specific than the phrase, “I love you” Some guys don’t even think about how they love. They just place it in the love box...
I’m not going to stay the same. I don’t want to be the same person I am now. In a way I’d like to grow up but stay a kid just the same. I’m going to spend more time doing what I’m supposed to. But I never want to be embarrassed if I do something that seems silly, just like a kid. I’m going to be both. We’re all still kids in a way. Just make sure that...
I can see a gnome riding a roller coaster. He’s a little too big for the ride and he looks a bit nervous. It really looks like he’s bracing himself for the best part of the roller coaster. He doesn’t look happy at all. In fact he looks like he might have scheduled a date with a barf bag that’s to begin after the ride. Our gnome even looks a little pudgy. Hang in there...
I wish I could hold onto a single moment until I can fully grasp what it means. It’s not that I don’t understand it. It’s just that I feel like I don’t understand how important it is. We build up for that one moment we’ve wanted. It becomes something wonderful. But, It’s factual without that hint of romanticism we were hoping for. Passionate, we’ll wake up...
Sometimes I don’t say anything because I feel like my opinion wouldn’t matter, and other times I feel a little off saying it. What if it doesn’t make sense? Sometimes I don’t say anything because I’m worried people will take it too seriously. In some instances I wonder if it’s my place to stay. Sometimes I wait longer than I need to because I’m hoping they...
At the end of the third book in the series of hitchhiker’s Guide to the galaxy, Marvin the paranoid android dies. What?? Why?
I’ve never cried for a dog who died in a movie, and if one does not cry for a dog it goes without saying that they’re not going to cry for any other character in the book.
I felt like crying for Marvin.
Is there something messed up about this??
Maybe...
Sometimes I get the feeling that things are slowly making me go crazy. If life was easy I’d go crazy because it was too easy. If life was hard I’d be going crazy for that. I don’t think there’s a midpoint.
It sucks to have a witty line to a conversation that ended five minutes ago. But what’s worse is to say something that relates to absolutely nothing being discussed whatsoever. That’s what happens when I don’t stop and think about what I’m going to say. It’s like everyone planned to turn and look at me with the same raised eyebrow look at whatever it was I was going...
I said the first thing that came into my mouth. It happens all the time and I would probably agree with everyone else that whatever it was I just said didn’t make sense. I don’t do too well in large crowds. Somehow it always feels like an overload of information and without giving anything much thought I spit it out. Don’t ask me what I just said or why I said it. Here, I have...
When I’m particularly alone with no one around I casually tell myself that love is an eternal commitment. I get the feeling that it’s constantly comprising our differences and waiting patiently for the bumpy parts to smooth out. Is it an emotion? I’m arguing about this one with myself.
I had that moment today where I felt as if I was in a play and I forgot my line. Was I supposed to say something? I forgot my line. I could’ve made a wonderful speech, instead I was sat there like a doofus. My tongue was ready, the moment was right, and there I was lost for words. In a sense I lost my Muse. Maybe next time around I’ll say it right and the crowd will go wild when they...
I thought it was going to be harder than this, and in a way it is. I thought it was going to take less time. Ironically, that’s almost the only thing it did take. Practice is the process of rehearsing through time. Practice basically equals talent. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just that everyone who was ever good at anything was born that way as if they were born lucky or something. Then...
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I was drawing still life today for basically a couple of hours. I liked it a lot. In the book I was reading one of the first things it mentioned was that it’s important to use the right words rather than negative ones. It said to use words like, “more to the right” or, “What does that contour look like exactly?” I found it all a little ironic. We should always be...
