When i use Blogger's spell check function... the word 'blog' does not appear. You'd think that they would have that in their spell check. This is a Blog, afterall
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Greetings, well, here I am, just after 2:00 am and I'm working on a paper-- still. I know, there is no reason that this isn't done. Except for the fact that I'm a procrastinator. And I still can't bring myself to write it, but it has to be done tonight... No more excuses. It will already be one day late tomorrow, so I have to drop it off and I have a presentation on Wednesday, so I have to spend the rest of tomorrow getting ready for that. Oh fun, when will you end?
So today, Canada post called me. Apparently, our regular letter carrier has been transferred to Bridgewater, so our route has been broken up and covered as best as they could. Often, this involves people working overtime, and reorganizing their routes. So she was very apologetic about the wrongly addressed mail. I told her I was more concerned for the other people than for us. She offered me her number in case I have any further concerns with my mail delivery. I told her I was satisfied. Went out later this afternoon, and in the mailbox again was another wrong letter. Goodness, I hope they find us a regular carrier soon. Or at least I hope that someone checks the mail a bit closer. Funny stuff though.
I got a letter from my grandpa today, he is one of the funniest people I know. I should email him, he loves getting emails. My Aunt and Uncle print it off for him. Ever since I can remember, Grandpa has been trying to convince me to write him letters. He is a faithful letter writer himself.
I'm looking forward to babysitting next week. I've come up with some fabulous ideas for the girls. I think on Monday, we'll have a movie night, on Tuesday we'll have a dress-up supper, and Wednesday, we can have an indoor picnic. I hope they like these ideas... I have more ideas if they don't. I figure I'm only gonna have them from Sunday till Thursday, better make the most of it. I want to take lots of pictures with them, so then we can make scrapbooks and such too.
Okay, this is some serious procrastination, and since this blog is just a series of random ramblings... I must end it. Farewell... I'm going to finish a paper.
Oh yeah, and a very special THANK YOU goes out to Pete who was kind enough to leave some last comments on my blog!!! HOORAY!!!
So today, Canada post called me. Apparently, our regular letter carrier has been transferred to Bridgewater, so our route has been broken up and covered as best as they could. Often, this involves people working overtime, and reorganizing their routes. So she was very apologetic about the wrongly addressed mail. I told her I was more concerned for the other people than for us. She offered me her number in case I have any further concerns with my mail delivery. I told her I was satisfied. Went out later this afternoon, and in the mailbox again was another wrong letter. Goodness, I hope they find us a regular carrier soon. Or at least I hope that someone checks the mail a bit closer. Funny stuff though.
I got a letter from my grandpa today, he is one of the funniest people I know. I should email him, he loves getting emails. My Aunt and Uncle print it off for him. Ever since I can remember, Grandpa has been trying to convince me to write him letters. He is a faithful letter writer himself.
I'm looking forward to babysitting next week. I've come up with some fabulous ideas for the girls. I think on Monday, we'll have a movie night, on Tuesday we'll have a dress-up supper, and Wednesday, we can have an indoor picnic. I hope they like these ideas... I have more ideas if they don't. I figure I'm only gonna have them from Sunday till Thursday, better make the most of it. I want to take lots of pictures with them, so then we can make scrapbooks and such too.
Okay, this is some serious procrastination, and since this blog is just a series of random ramblings... I must end it. Farewell... I'm going to finish a paper.
Oh yeah, and a very special THANK YOU goes out to Pete who was kind enough to leave some last comments on my blog!!! HOORAY!!!
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Oh Hello world
Here I am, in the midst of writing a paper, and I just thought that it was time for me to stop by and say hello. So here I am, at Harvard, Laptop party on the bed... Gregg, Megan, Holly and I, all working away, all on the same laptop. I feel like we should be a Toshiba commercial funny stuff.
So, I'm working on an essay on humor and gender... Fun topic, not fun essay. It would be going better, but I have a migraine. I didn't realize I got migraines till I looked up the symptoms of my perpetual headache. It's been three days now... This has to go away soon. I have to write this paper.
So what else is exciting... OOOOHh! one more week till I babysit the twins (six year old girls). Happy Day! I'm very excited about that. The girls are fun, I met them last week. I have big plans for activities and fun stuff for them. I hope that they have fun... and like me, what if they hate me?
Anyhoo, sadly to say, I have all sorts of funny things to say, but my head is all foggy so I will focus what ever not so fuzzy part of my brain on my paper.
Later gators,
Happy working, happy procrastinating, and happy day to you all... oh, and someone, please, anyone, comment... I like comments.
Later gators
Here I am, in the midst of writing a paper, and I just thought that it was time for me to stop by and say hello. So here I am, at Harvard, Laptop party on the bed... Gregg, Megan, Holly and I, all working away, all on the same laptop. I feel like we should be a Toshiba commercial funny stuff.
So, I'm working on an essay on humor and gender... Fun topic, not fun essay. It would be going better, but I have a migraine. I didn't realize I got migraines till I looked up the symptoms of my perpetual headache. It's been three days now... This has to go away soon. I have to write this paper.
So what else is exciting... OOOOHh! one more week till I babysit the twins (six year old girls). Happy Day! I'm very excited about that. The girls are fun, I met them last week. I have big plans for activities and fun stuff for them. I hope that they have fun... and like me, what if they hate me?
Anyhoo, sadly to say, I have all sorts of funny things to say, but my head is all foggy so I will focus what ever not so fuzzy part of my brain on my paper.
Later gators,
Happy working, happy procrastinating, and happy day to you all... oh, and someone, please, anyone, comment... I like comments.
Later gators
Friday, March 26, 2004
Many thoughts running around, waiting to be written down
WOndering if they're justified, or should they just run and hide?
And it's been a while since i saw you, even longer since we talked, but how do you get back in touch after so many long? And i want to ask how you're doing, i want to know where you've been, but everytime i write to you, it seems i no longer have the words.
WOndering if they're justified, or should they just run and hide?
And it's been a while since i saw you, even longer since we talked, but how do you get back in touch after so many long? And i want to ask how you're doing, i want to know where you've been, but everytime i write to you, it seems i no longer have the words.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
So this morning, i was leaving the house, and i took a letter that was delivered to us by mistake. We constantly get mail for Lemarchant st. I'm not sure why, but in any event, it happens probably a couple times a month. Sometimes i leave it in the mailbox with a note for the Postie that it was the wrong address, sometimes i just drop it back in the red mailbox. So this morning, i take the letter, with the intention of putting it back in the red mailbox. Lo and Behold, right next door is the mailman. So i approach him, say goodmorning and give him the letter and explain the situation. He takes it, promises me that he'll deliver it today and apologizes to me. I told him not to worry about it. So then he starts telling me, mistakes happen, I'm sorry... etc. Again, i tell him not to worry about it, but he is all flustered. I'm not really concerned, or angry, i just wanted the mail to get to the right person. So i bid him a good day and continue on my travels. Anyhoo, i come home today, and what do i see, but in our mailbox, another letter for the people on Lemarchant (a different one than the one i gave him this morning)! So now, i think this is funny. It's happened several times in the past week... so do leave a note on the letter again, drop it in the red box, or is this a matter that Canada Post needs to be aware of?
So here i am, still working on this presentation. I've been working, or attempting to work, all day, and i still feel like i'm getting no where. So what do i do, I must have checked Friends blogs about 50 times today... i really have to stop that. Now it's 2:00 am. I want to be in bed by 3, i still have much work to do, but i decided to blog.
I think you should check out Adam's Blog... www.undefined.cc, read the comments under today's post about Superheros... i commented and should have just turned that into my own blog.
Also, i was wondering, i wonder what time MSN changes over the front page. At what point, will I open my browser and finally have some new articles to distract myself with. Of course, if i get distracted tonight, what will i do to procrastinate tomorrow? LOL, i'll cross that bridge when i come to it.
So, how bout postmodernism and consumer culture? Ugh, i know, i don't think it is interesting either. anyhoo, my body is throwing a whole bunch of signs at me that it wants to sleep... i should work so i can sleep.
Bonne Nuit mes amies... happy working to you all... i hope you don't procrastinate nearly as much as i do.
I think you should check out Adam's Blog... www.undefined.cc, read the comments under today's post about Superheros... i commented and should have just turned that into my own blog.
Also, i was wondering, i wonder what time MSN changes over the front page. At what point, will I open my browser and finally have some new articles to distract myself with. Of course, if i get distracted tonight, what will i do to procrastinate tomorrow? LOL, i'll cross that bridge when i come to it.
So, how bout postmodernism and consumer culture? Ugh, i know, i don't think it is interesting either. anyhoo, my body is throwing a whole bunch of signs at me that it wants to sleep... i should work so i can sleep.
Bonne Nuit mes amies... happy working to you all... i hope you don't procrastinate nearly as much as i do.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Okay, here i am... in the CS building at the second cup. I'm enjoying a chocolate latte. It's tasty. I'm supposed to be working on a presentation that i have to do tomorrow in Social theory class. I'm talking about (or supposed to be) discussing consumer culture and post-modernism. Blech, nope, i don't find it interesting either.
I was working, and then i started to get stressed. I guess the problem with studying in a public space, is that you have to endure the public. Normally, i'm fine, i can handle it, i like the subtle background noise... but there is this girl sitting about 10 feet from me, and she is driving me bonkers. The funny thing is, she reminds me of me. She is stressed out because of problems she is having with the Dal admin about what kind of degree she is doing... and i've been there, it sucks, it's awful, if they screw you up too much, then it could me an extra year of school. Maybe that is their plan. Anyhoo, so this poor chicky-bob over yonder who is scarily like me is driving me bonkers. Why is it that people that remind us of ourselves tend to irritate us as well. Or is it just me that finds this (this is your cue to write this in the comment field). Anyhoo, i'm now listening to the new Sarah harmer CD, my headphones are broken, but i've arranged them precariously so i can hear music in both ears, and all i have to do is watch people. Stressed out chicky bob is actually quite amusing....
so, how 'bout that post modern consumer culture
I was working, and then i started to get stressed. I guess the problem with studying in a public space, is that you have to endure the public. Normally, i'm fine, i can handle it, i like the subtle background noise... but there is this girl sitting about 10 feet from me, and she is driving me bonkers. The funny thing is, she reminds me of me. She is stressed out because of problems she is having with the Dal admin about what kind of degree she is doing... and i've been there, it sucks, it's awful, if they screw you up too much, then it could me an extra year of school. Maybe that is their plan. Anyhoo, so this poor chicky-bob over yonder who is scarily like me is driving me bonkers. Why is it that people that remind us of ourselves tend to irritate us as well. Or is it just me that finds this (this is your cue to write this in the comment field). Anyhoo, i'm now listening to the new Sarah harmer CD, my headphones are broken, but i've arranged them precariously so i can hear music in both ears, and all i have to do is watch people. Stressed out chicky bob is actually quite amusing....
so, how 'bout that post modern consumer culture
Monday, March 22, 2004
greetings loyal procrastinators. I figured, if anyone is as procrastination oriented as myself, that they will be checking my blog a couple times of day just as a quick method of procrastination. I do, I know you do to. don't try to deny it. And now you're thinking, finally, tracy got her little butt in gear and wrote a new blog. Happy Day!
So lets think... I kept coming up with great ideas of stuff to blog about. one struck me last friday but I hadn't really gotten around to it yet. So here it is... the Sex trade blog.
It all started because someone in one of my classes is doing a presentation and essay on the sex trade in Thailand. And then this got me thinking....trade in this case carries a double meaning-- as a profession, but also an exchange. Ignore the exchange part of the meaning, and focus on a trade as a profession. People go to trade schools in order to learn a career ( I don't think prostitutes go to a special school, I think they just pick it up along the way...umm, I don't really know though). so now we've given prostitution an acceptable job title... I work in sales. really, that's fascinating. I work in the sex trade. imagine if conversations went something like that. Wierd eh? but here we go again, labelling to make something more socially acceptable. Anyway, i'm tired so i'm losing a train of thought, i actually think it just crashed. But what i found funny about the 'sex trade' is the way it is labelled and the underlying representation of that label.
I was keeping a list of other funny ones, but i forgot. oops.
So lets think... I kept coming up with great ideas of stuff to blog about. one struck me last friday but I hadn't really gotten around to it yet. So here it is... the Sex trade blog.
It all started because someone in one of my classes is doing a presentation and essay on the sex trade in Thailand. And then this got me thinking....trade in this case carries a double meaning-- as a profession, but also an exchange. Ignore the exchange part of the meaning, and focus on a trade as a profession. People go to trade schools in order to learn a career ( I don't think prostitutes go to a special school, I think they just pick it up along the way...umm, I don't really know though). so now we've given prostitution an acceptable job title... I work in sales. really, that's fascinating. I work in the sex trade. imagine if conversations went something like that. Wierd eh? but here we go again, labelling to make something more socially acceptable. Anyway, i'm tired so i'm losing a train of thought, i actually think it just crashed. But what i found funny about the 'sex trade' is the way it is labelled and the underlying representation of that label.
I was keeping a list of other funny ones, but i forgot. oops.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Good morning! Is it? Well, good morning sunshine certainly is appropriate. It's gorgeous outside. The sun is shining nice and bright. That's what I'm talking about, that good morning sunshine. Nothing like it, of course, i wouldn't usually know because morning is not something i experience too often.
I geuss Good morning Sunshine is all in how you say it. i love ambiguos sentences.
Anyhoo, i'm up early because i have a presentation to do... must practice it one more time and then go to school. Blech. Wish me luck.
Top o' the morning to you!
I geuss Good morning Sunshine is all in how you say it. i love ambiguos sentences.
Anyhoo, i'm up early because i have a presentation to do... must practice it one more time and then go to school. Blech. Wish me luck.
Top o' the morning to you!
Thursday, March 18, 2004
So I'm in the FASS, working on a presentation for tomorrow's class. I don't want to be here working. There is a lecture tonight that I'd really like to go to-- it's about women in Islam. I don't know much about Islam, or the role of women, so I'd like to learn. But I'd better work on this presentation instead. So I picked up some takeout (Japanese), and I'm settling in here. But now, as you can tell, I'm procrastinating. If anyone is in the general area, and you feel like stopping by, I'm here, first floor, by the fireplace lounge. Gonna go work now, I'll prolly post again later!
over and out
I'm back, but i've moved, i came over to the SUB to get a coffee and figured i would stay... if i sit here, i can have wireless internet and listen to live music from the Grawood. It's actually pretty good... i wish i was in the Grawood...
over and out
I'm back, but i've moved, i came over to the SUB to get a coffee and figured i would stay... if i sit here, i can have wireless internet and listen to live music from the Grawood. It's actually pretty good... i wish i was in the Grawood...
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
So i'm excited!!! VERY Excited!!!
I'm almost afraid to tell you why, what if you find out Dave matthews Is coming to Toronto and you buy tickets before i do and then there are none left for me? oops, i I let the cat out of the bag.
There is a limited list of things i miss about Ontario... this is what is on it so far, in no particular order:
1. Summer concerts at the Molson Ampitheatre... so many good shows, can't fly back everytime a new one comes up though.
2. Old Navy-- Great clothes... need i say more? Actually, Halifax is soon getting an Old Navy :)
3. The accessibility of Starbucks... Chai lattes. YUM. although, now Dal has a pseudo-starbucks, so it's more accessible, before it was too much of a bus ride.
4. Ikea. Fun, practical, funky and cheap.
And there you have it folks. Things i miss about Ontario, although not enough to move back there. Oh, there are some people I miss...but i can still keep in touch with them via phone and email. Although, it's not as good as the real thing.
Over and out.
t
I'm almost afraid to tell you why, what if you find out Dave matthews Is coming to Toronto and you buy tickets before i do and then there are none left for me? oops, i I let the cat out of the bag.
There is a limited list of things i miss about Ontario... this is what is on it so far, in no particular order:
1. Summer concerts at the Molson Ampitheatre... so many good shows, can't fly back everytime a new one comes up though.
2. Old Navy-- Great clothes... need i say more? Actually, Halifax is soon getting an Old Navy :)
3. The accessibility of Starbucks... Chai lattes. YUM. although, now Dal has a pseudo-starbucks, so it's more accessible, before it was too much of a bus ride.
4. Ikea. Fun, practical, funky and cheap.
And there you have it folks. Things i miss about Ontario, although not enough to move back there. Oh, there are some people I miss...but i can still keep in touch with them via phone and email. Although, it's not as good as the real thing.
Over and out.
t
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
As winter winds down, i'm realizing, how much i love it. I don't know what it is about walking at night in the winter... something about the cool air. I love coming in from outside and smelling like it. It's great. I love the crispness and the clearness. Walking at night has always been enjoyable, but in the winter, even more so-- as long as it isn't bitterly cold. The city looks and feels like a totally different place at night. I wonder if summer will be the same?
I love the pensiveness, and contemplatedness that ensues from walking late at night. The darkness is comforting like a blanket. For some reason, it makes it okay to talk about almost anything, it also makes silence comfortable.
I love the pensiveness, and contemplatedness that ensues from walking late at night. The darkness is comforting like a blanket. For some reason, it makes it okay to talk about almost anything, it also makes silence comfortable.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Anyone know the reference?? It's from Almost Famous. That's a great movie. Penny Lane asks William how old he is, he answers, she says me too. Then he gives a different number and she asks again. Good scene.
So the point? Well, in a bout of procrastination my roomie tipped me off to a quiz online that will tell you how old your inner child is.
this is me.... I'm 16
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own
wanna take the test?
http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/
bonne chance!
So the point? Well, in a bout of procrastination my roomie tipped me off to a quiz online that will tell you how old your inner child is.
this is me.... I'm 16
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own
wanna take the test?
http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/
bonne chance!
Anyone know the reference?? It's from Almost Famous. That's a great movie. Penny Lane asks William how old he is, he answers, she says me too. Then he gives a different number and she asks again. Good scene.
So the point? Well, in a bout of procrastination my roomie tipped me off to a quiz online that will tell you how old your inner child is.
this is me.... I'm 16
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own
wanna take the test?
http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/
bonne chance!
So the point? Well, in a bout of procrastination my roomie tipped me off to a quiz online that will tell you how old your inner child is.
this is me.... I'm 16
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own
wanna take the test?
http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/
bonne chance!
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Most of you around Dal campus know that there is someone out there who looks precariously like me. I was walking to work the other day, and if i wasn't me, i would have definitely thought that she was me. Same jacket, same favourite jeans (well, colour anyway and it is a generic light blue with a thin stripe running through, but still), curly hair, same length as mine, except hers is red, and i have blond highlights. Even her glasses were the same shape as the pair i was wearing yesterday... (i have two pairs, i'm gonna start wearing the other ones). Anyhoo, this is really starting to bother me. She seems friendly and nice... but i dont' like the idea of some one precariously like me hanging out on Dal Campus. And at first i didn't believe she existed, i just thought it was a joke that my friends were playing on me, then i ran into her when we went to see the Passion last week. I wonder, if notices me and thinks that i look like her? For the record, she looks like me. Anyhoo, maybe i should just befriend her or something... I'm sure she is a nice person, but she is stealing my individuality.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
i forgot to tell you all, i figured out one thing i want.... red shoes! I didn't buy them the other day and i can't get them out of my mind. I might have to go back....
if only life were as simple as that. and if only red shoes could solve everything... of course, that would open up a whole new area of problems.... consumerism, environmental... but red shoes would solve it all.
over and out, from your favourite Tracy Lowe by default who is, today especially, as shallow as the puddles from the rain outside today.
if only life were as simple as that. and if only red shoes could solve everything... of course, that would open up a whole new area of problems.... consumerism, environmental... but red shoes would solve it all.
over and out, from your favourite Tracy Lowe by default who is, today especially, as shallow as the puddles from the rain outside today.
Anxiety and Avoidance. Anxiety causes us to avoid. But then it happens, the inevitable, can i meet with you? No actually, you cant, that's what runs throught my head. So here i am, avoiding going to my profs office hours. He isn't going to beleive that i got one of the lowest marks on the exam because of a combination of anxiety and lack of knowledge. well, the lack of knowledge part is entirely evident. So here it is, he told me to drop by anytime after one, it's now time, and i don't want to go. And, i know he means well, wants to help me... but quite frankly, i'm unhelpable. For some reason, i got pegged as a smart kid in the class. But i'm not. I do not, nor will i ever understand the world of contemporary social theory.
But really, where is it going to get me if i keep avoiding. Actually, there are a list of profs that i'm avoiding. maybe i can't deal with the fact that i don't have it together as i would like. There are some of my assingments that are going no where. Why can't i find my focus?
Well, here i go, swallowing my pride, venturing off to visit my prof. Wish me luck... maybe with any luck he'll slaughter me and you can all eat me for dinner (see comments on the post before this)
later gators
But really, where is it going to get me if i keep avoiding. Actually, there are a list of profs that i'm avoiding. maybe i can't deal with the fact that i don't have it together as i would like. There are some of my assingments that are going no where. Why can't i find my focus?
Well, here i go, swallowing my pride, venturing off to visit my prof. Wish me luck... maybe with any luck he'll slaughter me and you can all eat me for dinner (see comments on the post before this)
later gators
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
bonjour mes amies!
How's it going? Lemme geuss, long day? me too, i know how it feels.
Does anyone else feel like they're working themselves to the grave... prolly most of you reading this. It is the final weeks of term after all. The end is near.... must keep swimming.
well, i'm gonna cut this short... i just got home from work. and i've officially been MIA for 14 hours... which means i'm tired. My head wants to sleep. My tummy wants to eat. My feet want to break free from socks and me, as a person? how the heck do i know what i want? I don't think anyone ever truly does? do they?
Anyhoo, in case you hadn't noticed, you can now comment on my blog! Hooray and thanks to Adam!!! So keep those comments coming (or get them started rather).
Over and out
tracy
How's it going? Lemme geuss, long day? me too, i know how it feels.
Does anyone else feel like they're working themselves to the grave... prolly most of you reading this. It is the final weeks of term after all. The end is near.... must keep swimming.
well, i'm gonna cut this short... i just got home from work. and i've officially been MIA for 14 hours... which means i'm tired. My head wants to sleep. My tummy wants to eat. My feet want to break free from socks and me, as a person? how the heck do i know what i want? I don't think anyone ever truly does? do they?
Anyhoo, in case you hadn't noticed, you can now comment on my blog! Hooray and thanks to Adam!!! So keep those comments coming (or get them started rather).
Over and out
tracy
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
So today i had a coffee date with my favourite Sascaha. The one thing i love about hanging out with Sascha is that we can pick up right where we left off. It's been a while since the two of us got together, and i'm glad we did. So we met for coffee as planned, and then ended up going on an impromptu shopping trip! It started with browsing the fancy dress store, then adventuring to the mall for a shoe sale. Unfortunatly, the shoes i want are not on sale.... fortunatly, i found other things to purchase.
so here i am, styling in my new top, necklace, bracelet outfit and still feeling crappy. I guess i'll just wait for things to get better.
But spending the day with Sascha was great... it's nice to reconnect. But now it's back to the real world
So now i have to go back to work... oh homework, how i love the! HA HA HA
so here i am, styling in my new top, necklace, bracelet outfit and still feeling crappy. I guess i'll just wait for things to get better.
But spending the day with Sascha was great... it's nice to reconnect. But now it's back to the real world
So now i have to go back to work... oh homework, how i love the! HA HA HA
honesty isn't always the best policy. I mean, sure sometimes someone needs to say or do something but the real idea, thought or intention never comes out. The intention behind honesty is never to hurt. only to make things better. better for who you ask, since honesty can and does hurt? I geuss better for the person who is being honest. It's a selfish thing. Sorry. i geuss once in a while i indulge. I was rambling on, but then i deleted it. I mean really, what good does it do to publish apologies here? you're probably not reading anyways. And it should just be talked through in person.
Okay... it's 4 am, i've had a stupidly long day, i'm in a stupidly bad mood, i'm stupidly hungry, and i'm pretty much a stupid girl. I'm going to bed.
I hope you're getting some sleep for me, because i'll just be lying here awake replaying devastation and thinking of all the things i've done wrong. No more honesty. Lies only for me please.
"Even if it's a lie, say that i'll be alright, and i shall beleive"
"I said i'm sorry, but what for? If i hurt you then i hate myself, i don't want to hurt you, and i don't want to hate my self."
Okay... it's 4 am, i've had a stupidly long day, i'm in a stupidly bad mood, i'm stupidly hungry, and i'm pretty much a stupid girl. I'm going to bed.
I hope you're getting some sleep for me, because i'll just be lying here awake replaying devastation and thinking of all the things i've done wrong. No more honesty. Lies only for me please.
"Even if it's a lie, say that i'll be alright, and i shall beleive"
"I said i'm sorry, but what for? If i hurt you then i hate myself, i don't want to hurt you, and i don't want to hate my self."
Sunday, March 07, 2004
that's the name of the song i am listening to. Before that, it was "I shall beleive" by Sheryl Crow. don't know why, that song has been in my head for the past few days, so eventually i caved and listened to it. It's kind of a sad song though, although not really. Who cares. I like it. If you haven't heard it, listen to it, hear for yourself. I would tell you what it is about, but i think everyone inflects the meaning they want to see on things anyways, so really, what would it matter? So if you just say honestly that you won't give up on me, then i shall beleive.
But anyway. I'm gonna go do some work. or some card making. if i tell myself that then i shall beleive
But anyway. I'm gonna go do some work. or some card making. if i tell myself that then i shall beleive
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Yup, another one of the world according to me blogs. but first and foremost, let me state that i'm in a surprisingly happy mood. Could it be the imaginary world of imperfection yet utter happiness that i've created in my own head? Oh Yes! It is as a matter of fact!
And to complicate the matter even more, it's 2:14 am... and i can't sleep. This insomnia and incessant hunger really isn't working out for me. Eventually i'm going to crash and burn, and then gain about 50 pounds. NEither one will be good...but alas, here i sit, munching on dill pickle crispy minis, typing away.... damn, i wish it was safe to go running or something.
anyhoo, first rant of the day.
So It's Roll up the Rim to win time. I'm at Timmy's, getting a coffee in my travel mug as usual. The lady gives me my coffee and an empty cup. No thanks i say, i don't need the cup... but we give them to everyone who orders a hot beverage-- how will you win, i feel silly, but i explain to her that my travel mug not just keeps my coffee warmer longer, i use it to save Trees. The lady looked at me funny. I smiled, said thanks anyways and happily scurried away. I may have just given up my chance at the cash, the car or any other prize. I'll take my chances.
Next Rant: Low-Cut JEans and women who wear thongs
Okay, this one is a little odd, but the other day i'm in a cafeteria, and i'm eating lunch, and i notice that some stick figure barbie look alike is falling out of her jeans. She is one of those who wears jeans cut lower than her underwear, so when she is sitting down, you can see what cute little thong she has on today. My only thought is, is this really necessary? I mean really, wearing a belt would prolly solve the problem...
but what if she doens't know, am i a bad person for not telling her?
So those are the rants. This is a long blog. My apologies. but it has been a while.
And to complicate the matter even more, it's 2:14 am... and i can't sleep. This insomnia and incessant hunger really isn't working out for me. Eventually i'm going to crash and burn, and then gain about 50 pounds. NEither one will be good...but alas, here i sit, munching on dill pickle crispy minis, typing away.... damn, i wish it was safe to go running or something.
anyhoo, first rant of the day.
So It's Roll up the Rim to win time. I'm at Timmy's, getting a coffee in my travel mug as usual. The lady gives me my coffee and an empty cup. No thanks i say, i don't need the cup... but we give them to everyone who orders a hot beverage-- how will you win, i feel silly, but i explain to her that my travel mug not just keeps my coffee warmer longer, i use it to save Trees. The lady looked at me funny. I smiled, said thanks anyways and happily scurried away. I may have just given up my chance at the cash, the car or any other prize. I'll take my chances.
Next Rant: Low-Cut JEans and women who wear thongs
Okay, this one is a little odd, but the other day i'm in a cafeteria, and i'm eating lunch, and i notice that some stick figure barbie look alike is falling out of her jeans. She is one of those who wears jeans cut lower than her underwear, so when she is sitting down, you can see what cute little thong she has on today. My only thought is, is this really necessary? I mean really, wearing a belt would prolly solve the problem...
but what if she doens't know, am i a bad person for not telling her?
So those are the rants. This is a long blog. My apologies. but it has been a while.
