"Supa-Doopa-Shows-That-Kemeny-Watches!!!!!"

I proclaim myself to being a big TV nerd (of which I am), and there are a ton of shows I watch on a regular basis (including Supernatural, Desperate Housewives of New York, and The Vampire Diaries), and recently, I've added a new show to my list of, "Supa-Doopa-Shows-That-Kemeny-Watches!!!!!" list.

This newest show is called, Sonny With A Chance.



Starring the supremely talented, DEMI LOVATO!



She does an excellent job playing a small town girl who gets the opportunity to work as a comedy sketch actor on a show called, That's So random. Her fr-enemy relationship with her best friend, Tonny, and her love/hate relationship with That's So Random's competing show on set, McKinsley Falls star, Chad Dylan Cooper, gives the show an adult/teenage edge that's entertaining for the whole family!

Seriously, it's so fucking funny!!!



Co-stars include the other cast members of That's So Random, Niko and Grady - a funny duo that keep the comedy very... Disney. And the youngest cast member (of who's name I've forgotten), who plays a zany girl with very big brains! They bring out some of my biggest laughs, I must say.


This is when Sonny joined McKinley Falls for a day. I don't remember this episode, but it looks funny.



AND THIS, is the episode where Sonny and Chad pretended to go on a date to make this guy that broke Tony's heart jealous - it's a long story, but it was SO funny.

That's it for today. I'm going to catch up on the rest of the Sonny With A Chance episodes now.

GO DEMI!!!! YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!

The Ponder

We're rather quickly adapting to the situation - don't know if you know this, but my body is of a maladaptive makeup, specifically assembled for change.

I might allow myself to say that gaining new perspective is fucking scary as hell, but it's how we grow.

Guess I'm gonna start blogging more frequently. Since I can't tweet anymore, and there's nothing to do these days. Lord, please help me find another employment opportunity, like, TOMORROW.

Just practicing my french. Man, can't wait to speak it more fluently.

I'm there, sort of.

Alas, I've come into myself once more; my writing is of an expressive nature. I'm less rigid, less journalistic in my approach.

You know why? Because writing is an art. In the depths of it's entity, it's an art form, a tangible tool of freedom on our planet.

Shakespeare will have known this - but, excuse my digression.

I've come into my own being again, of which I had previously left for a less optimistic *other*. You may wonder where I might have been the past little while.

Well, the answer to your question is this: I was in the same wonderland Alice went back to after the Red Queen fucked everything up, treading carelessly through rough forestry in damp misty weathers.


It wasn't the best feeling in the world, it wasn't the worst either, however, it was just bad enough to make me not care about much at all - with the exception certain people (like mom). She was the only reason for everything.

No one else mattered; my best friends could find other best friends, and at the end of the day, they all have each other.



I did realize how minuscule this life was to the grand scheme of the universe, but I chose to look at it the wrong way. Instead of thinking of positive ways to make use of my realization, I opted for depression. And I know why it happened. What I experienced is what I've heard women experience when they get a divorce - yupp.

At this point, everything I want to let myself feel will go in a box, an impenetrable steel box that will only be opened under the most synchronistic circumstances.

It's not to say that I'll never get to open it, I may not, but that's why everything is in the box. Eventually, I'll forget where the box is - actually, I probably won't, but hiding it will help with the suppression.

Healing Hugs

I wrote this when it meant something; truth is, you'll always mean something.

March 22nd, 2008 - 7:32am.

Have you ever experienced the reassuring sensation and sensual wholeness of a healing hug? The act seems to satisfy a need to be nurtured deep within.

..and for that magical moment in time everything makes sense. All your worries, your stresses, your problems, they all go away. It's like the person hugging you is physically saying, "don't worry, I'm here for you, and whatever it is that's troubling you, know that in the end it will make you stronger, but while you're here in this interaction with me, forget, just forget and enjoy this moment."

I got one of those healing hugs the other day, from someone who helped me realize what a healing hug actually was. It was like hugging a lover who would soon be venturing off to war, knowing you'd never see them again. I had never felt so whole in my life. I felt a new mutual and genuine type of care I had never felt before.

It wasn't a healing hug because it was five hours long or they had rubbed my back in the process, because they didn't do that...It was a healing hug because they actually held me. Almost as if I would float away if they were to let me go. And for those few seconds, It filled an emotional void I had been carrying, and I only hope that everyone in the world feels what I felt someday at least once in their lives. Sometimes a hug is all we need.

- Meeee '-'

Gift #365

Thoughtful Christmas Gift #365:

Meg & Dia CD -- if you like indie rock, you should listen to them.

Check out how excited I am... honestly, I was really, really happy. To the point that I experienced a complete shut down of all emotions, and expressed this unexcited face; it's like when you blend all the colours in the world together, you get a dense grey.

Got me, sugar?

Bold As Love

Haven't listened to "Bold As Love" in a long time. Johnny's rendition is one that touches every part of my anatomy, even my bladder wall lining - I mean it, I have to pee now. Listening to him perform this song makes me want to urinate, defecate, laugh, cry, bash my aching wrist into a bowl of ice, sleep, dance, eat, masturbate, all at the same time. It's that good.

"Cuz we're all bold as love, just ask the axis"

That Jimmy Hendrix was a crazy fella'.

My Lonely Corner

It's the moments alone, listening to songs like, "Nothing Compares To You", covered by Sinead O'Conner, that pull me in and out of my loneliness. I think I've always had emotional baggage, and naively throwing myself into something so wasteful and foolish as love... well, seeing it fail brought out that baggage to the surface.

We all have baggage - would it help if I said that my baggage was a bit more on the bright side? Polka dots, stickers, soft pinks and yellows, with hints of oranges and purples to accent. My baggage is beautiful - a beautiful assortment of items that make up me: I started a clever list, but I don't wish to re-read a morbid history of crap that are supposedly folded neatly in my flamboyant suitcases.

All I really wanted to say, was that staring at a glowing 17" inch screen for several hours at a time isn't beneficial to my mental health. In fact, any set of time I spend in my lonesome without task brings me to that place I'm trying to get away from. I want to identify it as loneliness, but I'm not as selfish to ever associate myself with loneliness (when there are so many out there to give love to) - I might say it was heart break. I don't know what to do sometimes. You run from it, but when it catches you, it's a bitch. Running through the motions of letting out the anger/depression/hurt is easier than it was before, but I still have the same regrets, the same questions, the same blog posts.

I can at least say that it does get better - I don't want anyone anymore, but my life is based on the truth, and I feel I don't have that. I feel as though I've been playing a card game with an experienced cheater. I don't feel so bad about it now, but more so, that I didn't see it coming. Seriously man, like a Go Train to the face. The part that's incredibly frustrating, is that I can't trust anyone now; bring me back to my elementary day. My password for like 5 years used to be TRNO1UM: Trust No One But You and Mom. How ironic. I truthfully can't ever trust any man, not even the one I wanted to trust the most. I, to this day, never thought anything like this would happen to me. I thought I had better judgment than that. And I thought he was better than that.