Okay, my last attempt didn't epically fail and I am still quite bored. The cigarettes didn't particularly aid my situation. I'm in a better mood now though. Thank God. Glee's mood seems to be improving for now. However, if it takes a turn for the worse, I'm gonna have to listen to, like, High School Musical. There is nothing happier than a movie about high school students who have never experienced a single discomfort. Oh, I'm sorry, the lost a basketball game once, didn't they? No? Oh, well, there. Case and point.
Like I said, I'm feelin' exponentially (exaggeration) better. I'm Wikipediaing. An interesting enough pastime. I always finish somewhere miles away from where I began. This time, I began at Carucage, today's featured article, and at this point, I've arrived at the Surgeon General. Good times.
So, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo next week. I don't know what I want. I have two tattoos and I didn't preconceive either of them. Then again, one is in memory of a deceased friend that I got while as high as a kite when I was fifteen. The other is a deformed figure that was supposed to be an angel. I procured that tattoo in my friend, Kendra's, basement at two o'clock in the morning. She pulled out a pen, a pin, a spool of thread, and a bottle of Indian ink and I knew I was in for a good night. In any case, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. I'm not thinking about what to get, simply whether or not I want to put up the cash for it.
An update on my Wikipedian adventure: Alaska.
The French couple who reside across the street from my house are having a party. There are nine cars in their driveway, excluding the two belonging to them. Their enthusiastic French friends go outside to smoke cigarettes and speak LOUDLY every ten minutes or so. Their smoke breaks seem to synchronize with mine rather nicely. So the quiet of the suburban night is being LOUDLY interrupted. Meh, they have friends, who am I to playa-hate?
I'm gonna go attempt to translate their conversation. Perhaps I'll find some entertainment. I do know three or four French words, after all. And fragmented conversation is sometimes an improvement on the conversation around my neck of the woods.
-1991kmh
Saturday, February 6, 2010
A Post For Glee
I'm going to attempt to actually write a blog post as if it were actually a blog by blog standards. Do blogs have standards? Apparently not based on a few (hundred) of the blogs I've read. Discluding, of course, Dee's and Jenn's. So, I'm supposed to write about my life, right? I'm possibly, probably doing this wrong. Okay, I'll write about what I'm doing at the moment. Here it goes.
I'm doing absolutely nothing of any value. I'm listening to the Official Glee Soundtrack. I've been listening to sad songs all day because I'm fucking sad. As it happens, sad songs didn't resolve my predicament. So, I figured, what's happy? Glee, right? It's called Glee, for Chris'sakes. I was wrong. Half of the songs are pleasant enough. A few of 'em are even nearly ecstatic. However, the other fifty percent of the songs are fucking depressing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed ( rather, I'm bored and lonely) and I like Glee as much as the next teenage girl. I watched my fair share of episodes on Wednesday evenings. And I was momentarily disappointed by the hiatus. Nevertheless, there are shows that I expect to have emotional lows on occasion but to remain fairly statically high. I was under the misconception that Glee was one of those shows. Boy was I wrong.
So I'm sitting here listening to fucking sad songs.
Anyway, the reason I'm sitting in my parents' house, alone, on the computer on a mothafuckin' Saturday night is simple enough. First of all, my whole, entire family is in Montreal for two weeks. Secondly, my boyfriend is in Fredericton visiting *our* friends. Without me? Yes, without me. Goddammit. I obviously cannot resent him for it. It's his birthday weekend and I was previously scheduled to work yesterday and tomorrow.
I don't have any friends in particular in Moncton. At least, not any friends who I spend time with on a regular basis (AKA at all). I do have a new friend, Dee, or someone with the potential to be a friend, I'd reckon. We have several mutual friends so, sometime recently, I added her on Facebook. We've been inbox messaging and, as it happens, have quite a bit in common. Score. However, our half-hearted attempts at making plans have all failed at this point. Therefore, I remain, sitting at my parents' computer.
The internet's been a good friend of late. There is never a shortage of fucking insane shit to discover. Although, I must admit, it's been lacking the shock value of the past. I added four Facebook applications last night. Conformity seemed like a popular method of escape from boredom and loneliness. Well, apparently not. It would seem as though even the people who look as though they're doing something acceptable with their time are as bored as shit because these applications do little more (understatement) than waste time. Then again, what the fuck else is there? I can't be social and I can't be anti-social. There's no winning, it would seem. I'd reckon the people spending their days (and particularly their nights) smoking crack in their basements are the ones with the right idea. Because then at least there is the presence of something to feel like something important. That statement made no sense but fuck it, this is a blog, nothing is required to make a whole lot of sense. What I meant was that those with addictions don't suffer from boredom in the same way as those without physical vices.
Anyway, I'm gonna go outside and chain smoke in an attempt to trick my mind into thinking I'm doing something important. Wish me luck.
Happy birthday, Matthew.
-1991kmh
I'm doing absolutely nothing of any value. I'm listening to the Official Glee Soundtrack. I've been listening to sad songs all day because I'm fucking sad. As it happens, sad songs didn't resolve my predicament. So, I figured, what's happy? Glee, right? It's called Glee, for Chris'sakes. I was wrong. Half of the songs are pleasant enough. A few of 'em are even nearly ecstatic. However, the other fifty percent of the songs are fucking depressing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed ( rather, I'm bored and lonely) and I like Glee as much as the next teenage girl. I watched my fair share of episodes on Wednesday evenings. And I was momentarily disappointed by the hiatus. Nevertheless, there are shows that I expect to have emotional lows on occasion but to remain fairly statically high. I was under the misconception that Glee was one of those shows. Boy was I wrong.
So I'm sitting here listening to fucking sad songs.
Anyway, the reason I'm sitting in my parents' house, alone, on the computer on a mothafuckin' Saturday night is simple enough. First of all, my whole, entire family is in Montreal for two weeks. Secondly, my boyfriend is in Fredericton visiting *our* friends. Without me? Yes, without me. Goddammit. I obviously cannot resent him for it. It's his birthday weekend and I was previously scheduled to work yesterday and tomorrow.
I don't have any friends in particular in Moncton. At least, not any friends who I spend time with on a regular basis (AKA at all). I do have a new friend, Dee, or someone with the potential to be a friend, I'd reckon. We have several mutual friends so, sometime recently, I added her on Facebook. We've been inbox messaging and, as it happens, have quite a bit in common. Score. However, our half-hearted attempts at making plans have all failed at this point. Therefore, I remain, sitting at my parents' computer.
The internet's been a good friend of late. There is never a shortage of fucking insane shit to discover. Although, I must admit, it's been lacking the shock value of the past. I added four Facebook applications last night. Conformity seemed like a popular method of escape from boredom and loneliness. Well, apparently not. It would seem as though even the people who look as though they're doing something acceptable with their time are as bored as shit because these applications do little more (understatement) than waste time. Then again, what the fuck else is there? I can't be social and I can't be anti-social. There's no winning, it would seem. I'd reckon the people spending their days (and particularly their nights) smoking crack in their basements are the ones with the right idea. Because then at least there is the presence of something to feel like something important. That statement made no sense but fuck it, this is a blog, nothing is required to make a whole lot of sense. What I meant was that those with addictions don't suffer from boredom in the same way as those without physical vices.
Anyway, I'm gonna go outside and chain smoke in an attempt to trick my mind into thinking I'm doing something important. Wish me luck.
Happy birthday, Matthew.
-1991kmh
A Post For Dee
- Name 3 general tasks you're good at:
+ Googling
+ Facebooking
+ Navigating the internet other than Google and Facebook
- What is your most interesting nickname?
Soup
- Name 3 general tasks you suck at:
+ Applying cosmetics
+ Laundry other than sorting, washing, and drying
+ The Fire Temple in Zelda: Ocarina of Time
- Name your top 5 People (family doesn't count):
+ Cara
+ Dylan
+ Emkay
+ Katie
+ Matthew
Honorary mention: Dee
- If you had to get married tomorrow, who would it be to?
Matthew
- If you know any immigrants, which one would you deport if you could?
I don't support deportation.
- Who is your best friend and how did you meet?
My best friend is Cara. We met on the school-bus in October 2006. We has both been dating the same boy, Devin, and neither of us knew his last name. She turned around on the school-bus and asked me whether or not I knew his last name. I didn't. And the rest, as they say, is history.
- Who was your first kiss?
Joshua Vachon, in his parent's basement in Cape Breton. I was five or six, I'd reckon.
- If you had to choose between Utah and Alaska which would it be?
Alaska because I have endless respect for Sarah Palin and I want to be able to see Russia. Haha.
- What is your funniest joke?
I'm not particularly funny. And I don't have "jokes".
- What is your least likable quality?
Until recently, I've had a tendency to always do what was easiest for me, regardless of its effect on others.
- What do you admire about yourself?
I'm happy.
- What is your favorite food?
Potato chips.
- If you could pick one person to bake into a pie and eat (in a bad way), who would it be?
Is it possible to bake a person into a pie in a good way? Probably not. I wouldn't bake a person into a pie in any case.
- What is your favorite song?
Right now, "Daedalus" by Thrice or "Orca" by Wintersleep, I'd reckon.
- What is your favorite movie?
The list is TOO LONG to post here. Although, I want to watch Spirited Away at the moment.
- What makes you mad?
Chemical imbalances, theoretically.
- What makes you cry?
Film, literature, and music.
- If you had to be an immigrant, where would you be from?
Canada. Do you see what I did there?
- Would you ever get divorced?
No.
- Who was your first love?
Katie McNutt or Kyra Sewell.
- What is the stupidest thing someone has ever done to you?
I don't know. I'm not one to judge.
- What is the funniest thing you have ever done?
Oh fuck. I'm not funny. Anybody know if I've ever done anything funny?
- Are you an angry person?
Not at all, no.
- Where are you right now?
My parents' house.
- What are you going to be doing this time next year?
Being married.
- Name 7 turn offs in the opposite sex:
Negativity. That's about it.
- Name 7 turn ons:
+ Charisma
+ Creativity
+ Honesty
+ Intelligence
+ Patience
+ Sense of humor
+ And a fine balance of humility and pride
- Name 3 people you would like to see forced to change baby's bums all day every day and why:
None.
- What makes you uncomfortable?
I can't think of a single thing. Except, perhaps, being in a room with two different people with whom I've been intimate.
- Where do you do most of your shopping?
I don't shop. Oh, the Esso on Lonsdale. I purchase cigarettes and potato chips there.
- If you have one...what is your style?
Lazy as shit.
- You are 25%...
Heterosexual
- You are 50%...
Matthew... his better half
- You are 10%...
Hydrogen
- You are 15%...
The game
- What is your dream?
To be mentioned in Dee's Oscar acceptance speech.
- Where will you be in 10 years?
Somewhere, anywhere, with Matthew and our family.
- What is your biggest regret?
No regrets.
- Who is the best blogger to ever exist?
Jennifer, so obvious.
-1991kmh
+ Googling
+ Facebooking
+ Navigating the internet other than Google and Facebook
- What is your most interesting nickname?
Soup
- Name 3 general tasks you suck at:
+ Applying cosmetics
+ Laundry other than sorting, washing, and drying
+ The Fire Temple in Zelda: Ocarina of Time
- Name your top 5 People (family doesn't count):
+ Cara
+ Dylan
+ Emkay
+ Katie
+ Matthew
Honorary mention: Dee
- If you had to get married tomorrow, who would it be to?
Matthew
- If you know any immigrants, which one would you deport if you could?
I don't support deportation.
- Who is your best friend and how did you meet?
My best friend is Cara. We met on the school-bus in October 2006. We has both been dating the same boy, Devin, and neither of us knew his last name. She turned around on the school-bus and asked me whether or not I knew his last name. I didn't. And the rest, as they say, is history.
- Who was your first kiss?
Joshua Vachon, in his parent's basement in Cape Breton. I was five or six, I'd reckon.
- If you had to choose between Utah and Alaska which would it be?
Alaska because I have endless respect for Sarah Palin and I want to be able to see Russia. Haha.
- What is your funniest joke?
I'm not particularly funny. And I don't have "jokes".
- What is your least likable quality?
Until recently, I've had a tendency to always do what was easiest for me, regardless of its effect on others.
- What do you admire about yourself?
I'm happy.
- What is your favorite food?
Potato chips.
- If you could pick one person to bake into a pie and eat (in a bad way), who would it be?
Is it possible to bake a person into a pie in a good way? Probably not. I wouldn't bake a person into a pie in any case.
- What is your favorite song?
Right now, "Daedalus" by Thrice or "Orca" by Wintersleep, I'd reckon.
- What is your favorite movie?
The list is TOO LONG to post here. Although, I want to watch Spirited Away at the moment.
- What makes you mad?
Chemical imbalances, theoretically.
- What makes you cry?
Film, literature, and music.
- If you had to be an immigrant, where would you be from?
Canada. Do you see what I did there?
- Would you ever get divorced?
No.
- Who was your first love?
Katie McNutt or Kyra Sewell.
- What is the stupidest thing someone has ever done to you?
I don't know. I'm not one to judge.
- What is the funniest thing you have ever done?
Oh fuck. I'm not funny. Anybody know if I've ever done anything funny?
- Are you an angry person?
Not at all, no.
- Where are you right now?
My parents' house.
- What are you going to be doing this time next year?
Being married.
- Name 7 turn offs in the opposite sex:
Negativity. That's about it.
- Name 7 turn ons:
+ Charisma
+ Creativity
+ Honesty
+ Intelligence
+ Patience
+ Sense of humor
+ And a fine balance of humility and pride
- Name 3 people you would like to see forced to change baby's bums all day every day and why:
None.
- What makes you uncomfortable?
I can't think of a single thing. Except, perhaps, being in a room with two different people with whom I've been intimate.
- Where do you do most of your shopping?
I don't shop. Oh, the Esso on Lonsdale. I purchase cigarettes and potato chips there.
- If you have one...what is your style?
Lazy as shit.
- You are 25%...
Heterosexual
- You are 50%...
Matthew... his better half
- You are 10%...
Hydrogen
- You are 15%...
The game
- What is your dream?
To be mentioned in Dee's Oscar acceptance speech.
- Where will you be in 10 years?
Somewhere, anywhere, with Matthew and our family.
- What is your biggest regret?
No regrets.
- Who is the best blogger to ever exist?
Jennifer, so obvious.
-1991kmh
A Post For Dee and Google
At the suggestion of my newest friend, Dee, I typed my name (first and last) into the Google image search engine. These were the results:
Google fail.
-1991kmh
P.S. Check out Dee's blog @ http://alex-pipes.blogspot.com/
Google fail.
-1991kmh
P.S. Check out Dee's blog @ http://alex-pipes.blogspot.com/
A Short Story For Matthew (Part One)
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"You've gotta be... everybody's scared of something."
"I'm not everybody."
Jim sighed resignedly.
Zana smiled victoriously.
He placed a small piece of spotted paper in the palm of her outstretched hand.
She inspected it, holding it tightly between her forefinger and thumb. She held it close to her nose and inhaled.
Jim raised his eyebrow.
"Smells lovely."
"You're fucked."
"Not yet!" Zana raised the paper in her hand. "Cheers!" She placed it on her fingertip and dropped it softly on her outstretched tongue.
Jim stared at Zana for a moment, frowning. He finally smiled and followed suit.
"How long Jimmy?"
"Not long."
"What do we do now?"
"Now... we wait."
"I hate waiting."
Jim got up off the floor and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked solemnly down at the petite figure sitting on the carpet in his apartment.
Zana sat cross-legged on the floor and rocked back and forth. She grabbed her bag from the chair to her left. She rooted around and with a triumphant "Ah ha!" extracted a spiral-bound notebook. The cover was plastered with glitter and rainbow star-shaped stickers. She opened it to a seemingly random page somewhere in the middle of the notebook. She scribbled on it, glanced at her wristwatch, and scribbled again.
-1991kmh
"You've gotta be... everybody's scared of something."
"I'm not everybody."
Jim sighed resignedly.
Zana smiled victoriously.
He placed a small piece of spotted paper in the palm of her outstretched hand.
She inspected it, holding it tightly between her forefinger and thumb. She held it close to her nose and inhaled.
Jim raised his eyebrow.
"Smells lovely."
"You're fucked."
"Not yet!" Zana raised the paper in her hand. "Cheers!" She placed it on her fingertip and dropped it softly on her outstretched tongue.
Jim stared at Zana for a moment, frowning. He finally smiled and followed suit.
"How long Jimmy?"
"Not long."
"What do we do now?"
"Now... we wait."
"I hate waiting."
Jim got up off the floor and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked solemnly down at the petite figure sitting on the carpet in his apartment.
Zana sat cross-legged on the floor and rocked back and forth. She grabbed her bag from the chair to her left. She rooted around and with a triumphant "Ah ha!" extracted a spiral-bound notebook. The cover was plastered with glitter and rainbow star-shaped stickers. She opened it to a seemingly random page somewhere in the middle of the notebook. She scribbled on it, glanced at her wristwatch, and scribbled again.
-1991kmh
A Toast to Kyra
Well then, there is only one thing to do.
I would like to propose a toast.
To the past.
To the present.
And to, most of all, the future.
To love…
May it always be true.
To friendship…
True friendship that never fades.
And to losers…
That’s how it all began.
“It’s better to burn out, than to fade away.”
I love you, sweetheart.
-1991kmh
I would like to propose a toast.
To the past.
To the present.
And to, most of all, the future.
To love…
May it always be true.
To friendship…
True friendship that never fades.
And to losers…
That’s how it all began.
“It’s better to burn out, than to fade away.”
I love you, sweetheart.
-1991kmh
"Past the Point of Rescue" by Hal Ketchum
Last night I dreamed you were back again
Larger than life again, holding me tight again
Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how
Couldn't get enough of kissing, do you know how much you're missing
No you don't, but I do
The days like a slow train trickle by
And even the words that I write refuse to fly
All I can hear is your song haunting me
Can't get the melody out of my head, you see
Distractions are amusing, do you know how much you're losing
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
I swore I'd never fall like this again
Fools like me never win, came to my knees again
Can't close the door on likely hood
Things might be just as good, I always believed they would
Gotta let your love invite me, baby do you think it might be
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
I know you don't, but I do
I know you don't, but I do
Larger than life again, holding me tight again
Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how
Couldn't get enough of kissing, do you know how much you're missing
No you don't, but I do
The days like a slow train trickle by
And even the words that I write refuse to fly
All I can hear is your song haunting me
Can't get the melody out of my head, you see
Distractions are amusing, do you know how much you're losing
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
I swore I'd never fall like this again
Fools like me never win, came to my knees again
Can't close the door on likely hood
Things might be just as good, I always believed they would
Gotta let your love invite me, baby do you think it might be
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you
No you don't, but I do
I know you don't, but I do
I know you don't, but I do
A Poem For Matthew and May 3rd, 2008
2.5 kilometers;
30 minutes;
1 million worms;
2 blisters;
1 proposition;
10 thousand raindrops;
3 party invitations;
8 cigarettes;
3 tears;
4 photographs;
17 ghosts/shadows;
50 milligrams of Seroquel;
1.5 dead animals;
14 knocks on the door;
And then I was home.
-1991kmh
30 minutes;
1 million worms;
2 blisters;
1 proposition;
10 thousand raindrops;
3 party invitations;
8 cigarettes;
3 tears;
4 photographs;
17 ghosts/shadows;
50 milligrams of Seroquel;
1.5 dead animals;
14 knocks on the door;
And then I was home.
-1991kmh
A Poem For War
I felt the word in my mouth,
like a stone,
cold,
hard,
rough,
and turning over slowly,
scraping my mouth,
my cheeks,
my gums,
my tongue.
There is no word for it in our language,
no need for a word.
It tastes metallic,
like copper or blood.
-1991kmh
like a stone,
cold,
hard,
rough,
and turning over slowly,
scraping my mouth,
my cheeks,
my gums,
my tongue.
There is no word for it in our language,
no need for a word.
It tastes metallic,
like copper or blood.
-1991kmh
A Poem For a Woman Downtown
She walks downtown
One city
One block
One street
One sidewalk
She walks in stilettos
Left heel
Left toe
Right heel
Right toe
She works downtown
Amsterdam
New York
Pattaya
Tokyo
She works for men
Look
Touch
Give
Receive
She gets paid money
Earns
Spends
Gains
Loses
And she walks the streets
-1991kmh
One city
One block
One street
One sidewalk
She walks in stilettos
Left heel
Left toe
Right heel
Right toe
She works downtown
Amsterdam
New York
Pattaya
Tokyo
She works for men
Look
Touch
Give
Receive
She gets paid money
Earns
Spends
Gains
Loses
And she walks the streets
-1991kmh
A Poem For Nikolai
He's a young boy
And an old man
With a smile full of blissful summer
And eyes plagued with the decay of age
He's wise beyond his eighteen years;
A good fellow
With poetry on his tongue
He opens his mouth
And as he speaks,
With ease,
He causes laughter to erupt in bursts
He's just a funny guy
To those who don't bother
To get to know him better
He's a fellow
Who never receives all he deserves
A guy
Who is never given the love he's due
He has a dream in his heart
Of a perfect life
With a perfect girl
Who loves him even more
Than anyone or anything
Knowing his worth
More than diamonds;
More than gold;
More than the whole, entire world
He's a good friend
The best kind to be
And he deserves the same;
Deserves the kind of friendship he has to share
He's a lost soul
Who deserves at least
The missing pieces
Of the puzzle
E muja oui, Hegumye.
-1991kmh
And an old man
With a smile full of blissful summer
And eyes plagued with the decay of age
He's wise beyond his eighteen years;
A good fellow
With poetry on his tongue
He opens his mouth
And as he speaks,
With ease,
He causes laughter to erupt in bursts
He's just a funny guy
To those who don't bother
To get to know him better
He's a fellow
Who never receives all he deserves
A guy
Who is never given the love he's due
He has a dream in his heart
Of a perfect life
With a perfect girl
Who loves him even more
Than anyone or anything
Knowing his worth
More than diamonds;
More than gold;
More than the whole, entire world
He's a good friend
The best kind to be
And he deserves the same;
Deserves the kind of friendship he has to share
He's a lost soul
Who deserves at least
The missing pieces
Of the puzzle
E muja oui, Hegumye.
-1991kmh
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