Something about the violin always gets me. So bad. Damn you, violins.
11/29/11
11/27/11
Surprisingly (or maybe, not surprisingly, considering she's a Gemini), Angelina Jolie hits a few points dead-on for me in the middle of this video. Especially the "cutting" topic. Wanting something honest and emotionally raw.
Not saying I'm going to go around cutting myself, but I get it.
Thanks, girl.
11/26/11
PMF Moment
The key to inhibiting the effects of depression is to let yourself aggressively face what you're feeling RIGHT NOW. I call them PMF moments-- "periodical moments of now."
11/25/11
11/24/11
It's interesting how much of their own history a person can hide from you.
It's easy to look at me and think I'm bubbly, because I laugh a lot. Or
weird, because I'm always divulging on Astrology.
But none of you would actually know what I've experienced in my life, simply
because I hide it.
3 men shared a bit of their life experiences with me last night and I have to
thank them for their honesty and courage in sharing their stories. They're men.
Truly, I'm beginning to believe that real men are the men who have been through
hardship. There's a sense of compassion they carry that I appreciate.
It's easy to look at me and think I'm bubbly, because I laugh a lot. Or
weird, because I'm always divulging on Astrology.
But none of you would actually know what I've experienced in my life, simply
because I hide it.
3 men shared a bit of their life experiences with me last night and I have to
thank them for their honesty and courage in sharing their stories. They're men.
Truly, I'm beginning to believe that real men are the men who have been through
hardship. There's a sense of compassion they carry that I appreciate.
11/23/11
So, I went to a wedding a little while ago with a friend of mine.
Two of his friends from work were tying the knot, so it was my friend,
myself and 16 or so of his work friends. They work at the Rogers Call Centre.
Let me just say, I wasn't sure if this was embarrassing or a merry-good time;
You can even hear me dying of laughter, but what you didn't
see was me grasping my rib cage for dear life.
This was one of THE MOST HILARIOUS wedding moments for me.
I'm just happy I got it on tape.
One boy (you'll know who he is once you see the video) was the
calmest guy you could ever meet. Then he mentioned that he was
an Aquarius and I knew. I KNEW, haha.
Warning: Unless you want this kind of dancing at your wedding,
DO NOT have an open bar.
Enjoy.
11/22/11
11/17/11
11/16/11
A strawberry yogurt, an abandoned wheelchair,
an artificial pee stain, an encounter with an accent-savvy Mexican,
an invasion of Jess' black Moleskin & after about 5 hours in Pearson Airport,
here I am...
on my computer, with tiredom annihilating the entirety of my nervous system.
My dear Jessica,
I know this was not the day you envisioned, but please remember: Your young-adult life was meant to be careless and filled with mistakes. If we were perfect, we wouldn't experience the joy of discovering ourselves, because life isn't about becoming perfect. Life is about creating a journey for yourself to grow intellectually, philosophically and, of course, spiritually!
I had a great time, for whatever it's worth. And you can't lie, the good times were certainly good--cut to me trying to get the wheelchair on the escalator--, baha.
Happy 22nd, my photo-loving friend.
11/13/11
11/12/11
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 may 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 of 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'd all have each other to cope...
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 utilize 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 endure 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.
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 may 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 of 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'd all have each other to cope...
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 utilize 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 endure 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.
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