Monday, November 24, 2003
I'm sober and it is snowing.
Today I was looking down at my feet. The torn sandals. The supposed cartoonish big toe, and three brightly coloured toe nails. I thought to myself, Who in the hell are controlling these hideous creatures? and where are they taking me?. Obviously to class, and yet, to a unknown destination in my mind. Nothing felt real today. I was the spectator today. Looking into the world with wide opened eyes, half covered by a blonde disguise. A confused bystander. The song The World Exploded into Love serenaded itself in my head all day long: And everytime I look around me, I have to smile. When walking home, I just wanted to keep walking, let the wind push me forward. Just prevent the hideous creatures from going left. Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking. Like the day Em and myself kept walking and found ourselves in the next town. But no, I thought to myself, I cannot go trailing off to some random place, because at 6:30pm I must arrive at Jane's house to devour those white and sleek keys.
I have come to a conclusion today: Teachers can read your mind.
Today I was looking down at my feet. The torn sandals. The supposed cartoonish big toe, and three brightly coloured toe nails. I thought to myself, Who in the hell are controlling these hideous creatures? and where are they taking me?. Obviously to class, and yet, to a unknown destination in my mind. Nothing felt real today. I was the spectator today. Looking into the world with wide opened eyes, half covered by a blonde disguise. A confused bystander. The song The World Exploded into Love serenaded itself in my head all day long: And everytime I look around me, I have to smile. When walking home, I just wanted to keep walking, let the wind push me forward. Just prevent the hideous creatures from going left. Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking. Like the day Em and myself kept walking and found ourselves in the next town. But no, I thought to myself, I cannot go trailing off to some random place, because at 6:30pm I must arrive at Jane's house to devour those white and sleek keys.
I have come to a conclusion today: Teachers can read your mind.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Boo!
Guess who's back?
Guess who's back?
Friday, November 14, 2003
I have been deprived of my computer since it has been taken away to get fixed. So now I sit in here in the town's library reviving my damaged spirit. A week without internet has drained me of my energy. Yes, anyway, I feel weird typing this, like I am being watched or something. On my left there's a lady who breathes very heavily and on my right a lady who has been staring at the computer screen for the past 20 minutes. Perhaps she's dead?! It's a possibility. Woop, nevermind, she's just started typing like a maniac. Anyway, you'd think I'd have all these stories to share with you all, but I am sad to say I don't. Even with the computer gone, which gives me an opportunity to branch out in life and do something constructive, I've accomplished nothing. Though I have been absorbed in the book Fall on your Knees, which reads wonderfully. So that is how I have been keeping busy. I'm hoping my computer will be returned back to my loving arms soon, but I highly doubt it.
I have so much to write, but I really don't trust any of these old folks. Nosy bastards. I jest, I love old people. Right, well nothing of the interest to share really. I've wasted my thoughts on the pages of my journal, so I'm pretty empty at the moment.
Please insert 25 cents.....
I have so much to write, but I really don't trust any of these old folks. Nosy bastards. I jest, I love old people. Right, well nothing of the interest to share really. I've wasted my thoughts on the pages of my journal, so I'm pretty empty at the moment.
Please insert 25 cents.....
Sunday, November 02, 2003
One thing about blogging is that the words are never permanent and in a simple second that one sentence can be erased and forgotten. You move on as if that feeling, those words never existed in the first place. I am a coward. Bah!
