"tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow
rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow"
-Kid Cudi ( and Fuck you if you think Rap is worthless...this is beautiful)
Just warning you now...this shit is about to be LONG and RANDOM...stop reading now if you arent intersted!
I do one million things a day and have two million more to take care of....never enough time in my life.
I met a beautiful person today...who enlightend me.
I mentioned that Chris and I had been together for Seven years and our daughter is a year old...and how quickly life passes and with such a slight comment a bit of sorrow leaked with it. I was sad in that moment..life is so good and the thought of it being over makes me sad. Now for the brilliance..
She was of some asian desent...I thought it rude to ask...and she sad " Dont be sad...in our culture life is measured by the amount of moments that make you happy and hopefully those happy moments happen so often time seems to slip away. Time slippling by being a good thing was a new concept for me but beautiful none the less. I liked her...good person to randomly chat with in between classes.
Also, I would like to mention that it made me INCREDIBLY happy that my film professor saw me walking to my car today and walked with me to the wrong parking lot just to ask why I wasnt in her Disney Deconstructing class....Which was flattering because I had her a year ago and she remembered my name and that she like me. Cool! She wants me to change my major...I dunno...maybe a minor...we will see.
Also...this has been on my mind for a few days...I was "Googling" Adele ( if you havent heard her...GET ON THAT SHIT YOU ARE MISSING OUT) and it made me REALLY mad that the first thing that popped up was " Is Adele really FAT?" And What exaclty does that have to do with her singing ability may I querey? First and foremost...No is the anwser. I think she is beautiful. Chubby at best. Her baggy clothes ( Im sure she wears out of insecurity or the record lable says so) do not compliment her beauty...BUT damn people. We have a real artist here with real talent...and you want to know if she is FAT. Grow up. Jesus.
Im so happy for my roomate Tory. He got a job today and this makes me SO happy for him and his little family! I like when good things happen to good people...it restores hope.
Lastly, I think I will like this semester. Its looking good and I have all but one PSYCHOLOGY class...so obviously im atleast interested in what they are talking about.
Much love.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
First and Foremost...
Time seems to sift away.
One moment can last far to long and others seem to flutter by in one blink.
Why is it that the moments we wish would stay always seem to be in a hurry- buzzing off into some long lost abyss never to be seen again? No attempt to recreate that specific moment would ever be any sort of success because..its diffrent. Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the way they looked at you trying to hide something this time.
Why is honesty something that is so difficutlt to give and receive? Everything wants the truth: indirectly or not Yet it is hard to to swallow- like your friends terrible cooking. Its something you know you have to do but that doesnt make it taste any better.
Why does insecurity exist?
You know who you are. Why does it matter whether or not someone else likes or doesnt like you? News Flash: It does not change the metaphysical make-up of your being...so why give a fuck? Only...if only...it were that simple.
Why does traffic exist?
If everyone is going going gone...why the HELL am I stopped?
One moment can last far to long and others seem to flutter by in one blink.
Why is it that the moments we wish would stay always seem to be in a hurry- buzzing off into some long lost abyss never to be seen again? No attempt to recreate that specific moment would ever be any sort of success because..its diffrent. Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the way they looked at you trying to hide something this time.
Why is honesty something that is so difficutlt to give and receive? Everything wants the truth: indirectly or not Yet it is hard to to swallow- like your friends terrible cooking. Its something you know you have to do but that doesnt make it taste any better.
Why does insecurity exist?
You know who you are. Why does it matter whether or not someone else likes or doesnt like you? News Flash: It does not change the metaphysical make-up of your being...so why give a fuck? Only...if only...it were that simple.
Why does traffic exist?
If everyone is going going gone...why the HELL am I stopped?
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