ASSUME

It makes an ass out of u and me

Expected the unexpected eh? Well that was something I never thought I'd have to expect.

Turkey Day!

It stinks when timing doesn't work out for you really well. It's like when you go driving, and all you hit are red lights.

Sometimes the idea of something is way better than the reality. Kinda like when you sing along to the radio...you seem to sound ok. Of course. You've got Celine Dion or whoever the heck you listen to, backing you up. But then when the radio's not there, and it's your solo...yeah sorry to say, but unless you are one of the lucky ones...what you'll hear isn't all that pleasant.

So that's all it is, you have to be one of the lucky ones. They're the ones who get what they want, and they're the ones who have the real thing.

There are the unlucky ones who think that they are the lucky ones. They hold on with dear life to what they think they have, for fear that letting go would burst their bubble.

Now I wish I was a turkey. Then my brain would be the size of a walnut.

Life in Reverse

Sometimes...you'll get one of those nights where you just know that something's up. For some reason, someone up there decided that you didn't have enough on your plate, and they felt the urge to add more.

You know those dormant feelings that you keep so deep down inside that you get the convenience of forgetting them? Sucks when all of a sudden, in a matter of one night, about 5-6 of those feelings and questions get brought up again. You start feeling like you did before, and kind of put yourself in that situation you used to be in.

Yeah...I thought I put you on the back-burner. Tell me what the heck happenned?? One night! I'm telling you. And it's not like there's anything concrete to say. I have no points to make, no issues to deal with. Just feelings and thoughts and questions. The ones that start at the top like freshly added fish food, then as time passes and they start getting stale and old they trickle and sink to the bottom, eventually. Slowly but surely they end up at the bottom. They still stink like hell, but they're at the bottom, so you can't see em. Someone just had to stir up my head like a fish tank, and now everything's swirling around. All of a sudden I'm aware of a million things at once.

So now what?...I guess I wait. Hope and wait until the little "issues" fall back to the bottom, where I can't notice.

Man. I need to get me one of those fishes that clean the tank, cept for my head instead. I need to stop thinking about the past...Let's get a move on!

Lack of sleep makes me not make sense. Also, the lack of the ability to breathe through my nose sucks...it somehow affects my hearing too. It's like I'm underwater...but not wet. I'm losing touch with everyone it feels...even myself. A lot of people have found better people to talk to, and such. But as Shakespeare says...love isn't something that just goes away. It is like the North Star, always there and forever shining. Now I don't necessarily mean like love, just love between people...like charity. So I'm not worried at all.

I feel the headache returning...so yeah. That's the end of that.

I'm a bad kid. I procrastinate too much. Shame on me.

I miss my spangela....and I really really miss summer.

Why Women Cry...

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later, the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally, he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman, she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many time comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see, my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.


The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven

That's what I wish sometimes. Stop time. Let me sleep. Let me enjoy so many things that life should be about. Not cramming, not working, not planning. Just being happy with people I enjoy to be around. Just let me be with them and enjoy their presence. I miss so many things. Ah....Ok back to studying.

What would the world be like without Captain Hook?

Yesterday I had a great day with a great guy. I got to take a sneak peek into a day in the life of Captain Hook. It's great when you know you've got a friend you can count on to just listen, and that you're willing to listen back to as well. Hopefully I can pay back this positive influence with my own querky kind of positive energy.

Now back to life, and the forever changing and never fleeting presence of responsibilities and things to do. I think Megan was supposed to call me last night, and I fell asleep while staying online. Some interesting messages I'd have to say. Woke up at 8 again....i can't sleep in. Maybe I'll force myself back to bed in a bit.

Jackie's comment about High School life and its pettiness is soooooooo true. I went to UCSD, and I loved it. No cliques sitting in their own little corners. You can be independent while still sharing the wealth that others have to offer. Avoiding people isn't all that hard. With the good comes tha bad I guess. So all the good things about High School come with bad, and same with College I'd imagine. But yes...I have a sore throat. Death to the bacteria in my throat.

somtimes this is how I feel