10.31.2006
10.25.2006
Career Change
When Kate York stood on the stage tonight and said,
"This song is a happy song. It is probably the only happy song I have written, so sit back and enjoy it."
I thought - Holy Cow, that is me. I knew at that moment I needed to pick my guitar back up and start lessons all over again . . . I'm going to be a singer. I doubt that is really in the cards for me, but the fact that all the songs she writes are sad, angry, confused, angst-y, and there is only one or two happy ones - I knew that is how I would be if I were a singer. Sad, but true.
"This song is a happy song. It is probably the only happy song I have written, so sit back and enjoy it."
I thought - Holy Cow, that is me. I knew at that moment I needed to pick my guitar back up and start lessons all over again . . . I'm going to be a singer. I doubt that is really in the cards for me, but the fact that all the songs she writes are sad, angry, confused, angst-y, and there is only one or two happy ones - I knew that is how I would be if I were a singer. Sad, but true.
10.20.2006
10.16.2006
Bllllllllllaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
"David, I'm going to hell! The worst place in the world! With devils and those caves and the ragged clothing! And the heat! My god, the heat! I mean, what do you think about all that?" - Elaine
10.12.2006
Be Careful
The only words I could think of to say were "Just be careful." I understand why he is doing what he is doing - I probably would have done the same thing. But eight years later I can see how unfulfilling this is going to be for him. How destructive this time will really be. It isn't going to be what he thinks it is going to be, or what he wants it to be. But he doesn't want to hear that - so all I know to say is "Just be careful."
10.09.2006
Age
There are days, a lot of days, where I feel like I am about 14. I just feel young and immature most of the time. Sometimes I hear what I am saying or look at what I am doing and think, "Gosh, when am I going to grow up?" But there are a lot of days that I feel like I was born too late. Born in a time that wasn't meant for me. I feel like I should have been born when my grandparents or parents were. I just feel like I don't belong in this time, in this place, at this age. Whether I act too young, or feel old doesn't matter, I just don't fit. I heard a song over the weekend that was saying just that (mostly the part about not belonging in this time). I was drawn to the drum beat first, then the lyrics.
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)
Sandi Thom
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)
Sandi Thom
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
10.07.2006
Past Lives
I don't believe in reincarnation - but if I did, I think I was a smoker last time. There are 2 reasons:
- I like second hand smoke. I'm not talking about a group of people, but one or two people smoking make my day.
- This morning and last night while I was writing, I felt like there was something missing - and I thought my writing would be so much better if I had a cancer stick hanging from my hand.
I know 2 reasons doesn't prove a theory, but seriously - for someone who has never smoked to want to be around it, and think that things might write out better with one in my hand is a little odd.
Not planning on taking up smoking any time soon, but I'm just saying there are days where I'm tempted - despite all the bad things that come from it.
10.04.2006
I've been . . .
in a word, i have been gone. gone from here, at least. don't really know why. i come around about once a day to read links i have - they have something to say (well some of them do). i just don't have anything left to say i guess. i have been working the past few weeks at looking at the positive. i suppose when i look at the positive i don't really have a lot to talk about. venting has always been my way of life and there really isn't a way to vent positively.
this week has been a hard one to look on the bright side about. it started off well enough on monday morning. at about 1 that all went to pot, then to hell with the rest of the day. i figured it was just a day. one bad day in the last month isn't so bad. well that one day has evolved into 3 (well yesterday wasn't bad), ending in a fount of expletives and a thrown tire iron. no one was around - so i could possibly deny it ever happened. after that i have pretty much been numb. talking little. tonight i cried in a room full of people. no one noticed, or if they did - they didn't care. i'm good at crying without people knowing. it's this thing i do, had 25 years of practice.
that's about all i guess. maybe i will be back in a shorter time frame.
this week has been a hard one to look on the bright side about. it started off well enough on monday morning. at about 1 that all went to pot, then to hell with the rest of the day. i figured it was just a day. one bad day in the last month isn't so bad. well that one day has evolved into 3 (well yesterday wasn't bad), ending in a fount of expletives and a thrown tire iron. no one was around - so i could possibly deny it ever happened. after that i have pretty much been numb. talking little. tonight i cried in a room full of people. no one noticed, or if they did - they didn't care. i'm good at crying without people knowing. it's this thing i do, had 25 years of practice.
that's about all i guess. maybe i will be back in a shorter time frame.
9.18.2006
Sometimes . . .
Sometimes in our effort to "find ourselves" we get totally lost and in the process loose ourselves. Does that sound kind of Biblical?
(insert time that it took for me to go look that up)
Matthew 10:39 Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.
Maybe that isn't exactly what I meant, but it could be.
(insert time that it took for me to go look that up)
Matthew 10:39 Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.
Maybe that isn't exactly what I meant, but it could be.
9.17.2006
Because tonight, tonight, tonight . . . oh oh
I have been watching a little Arrested Development today. I had forgotten how hilarious season 1 was. All the one liners and sarcastic comments I had forgotten, man I sure did miss them. Like Michaels comment when his mother was upset about her fox missing a leg . . . would anyone notice? "Well you have to remember you are going to be splattered in red paint. It will distract the eye." Or Buster with his panic attacks and constant back rubbing of his family. And GOB with "It's an illusion Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money . . . [and upon noticing children says] or candy." Or if you watch the un-cut version instead of candy saying - "or cocaine". Ahh, the memories.
Tonight I am a little concerned that I can't reach a friend of mine. An odd occurrence because I got his voice mail earlier today, and now it is saying that number is no longer in service. So, tomorrow he better email me; that's all I have to say about that.
Tonight I am a little concerned that I can't reach a friend of mine. An odd occurrence because I got his voice mail earlier today, and now it is saying that number is no longer in service. So, tomorrow he better email me; that's all I have to say about that.
9.15.2006
Esther 4:14
Esther 4:14 "For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?"
Esther came to a place where she could risk everything and loose her life to save others. Her life had been building to that moment where she had to choose to stand by and watch those she loved hurting, or she could step up and save their life (maybe loosing her's in the process). I am not Esther, I could only try to be as brave as her, but I have come to a place in my life where I can stand up and help a friend - even if it means loosing others because of my choice. Or I can just sit by, and hope others help. I chose to stand up, because I know how he feels, and I don't want him going through this without someone who has emerged from the other side. I am here for such a time as this. I don't know what I will say or what I will do, but I will be there. And I pray God uses me for good in this. I pray that God won't let me get ahead of my self, cocky and sure that I can help him on my own. Because if I do, I will fail. I will go down, and possibly drag him along with me. I know my stand is not going to be popular with some, but that is their problem.
Esther came to a place where she could risk everything and loose her life to save others. Her life had been building to that moment where she had to choose to stand by and watch those she loved hurting, or she could step up and save their life (maybe loosing her's in the process). I am not Esther, I could only try to be as brave as her, but I have come to a place in my life where I can stand up and help a friend - even if it means loosing others because of my choice. Or I can just sit by, and hope others help. I chose to stand up, because I know how he feels, and I don't want him going through this without someone who has emerged from the other side. I am here for such a time as this. I don't know what I will say or what I will do, but I will be there. And I pray God uses me for good in this. I pray that God won't let me get ahead of my self, cocky and sure that I can help him on my own. Because if I do, I will fail. I will go down, and possibly drag him along with me. I know my stand is not going to be popular with some, but that is their problem.
9.13.2006
9.12.2006
One of my enemies
Desire is the enemy. I never really looked at it that way, but that is reality for me. If I desire to get married, or have kids, have a better position at my office, travel, etc. and it doesn't happen, then I am sad. That desire becomes my enemy because it causes me grief. So instead I kill the enemy before it can kill me. A few days ago I told someone that I decide my life sucks, so it does. The question is then why and the answer lies in the desires. I want to live in that stage of life where things just don't go well, because that is what I know. If I live my life desiring then I don't know what might happen. And if what I desire never comes to pass then I have been let down . . . again. Light bulb moment for me.
So instead of desiring big things, I want for little things, or things I can't control. I desire to have gray hair. I don't know why - probably because everyone else on the planet doesn't want gray hair. If I get gray hair or not, I can't control it. I have no hand in it what-so-ever. So if it doesn't happen that is ok, because then I have something everyone else wants. If I do then I am happy because I'm twisted and want gray hair. I root for a bad baseball team. The only reason is because I live in a town that worships their team and I want to be the opposite. If they have a good season or not, I have no control. Now, even in those things I face disappointment, but it isn't like I get dumped by my boyfriend, or I get fired from my job.
So that brings be to my random thought of being Floydian (not Freudian - big difference, don't get those confused). I was at a concert last week with some friends. We were talking about how people see life. I am not sure how this all came about - if we were talking about the band, or some other people we were with, or what (to be honest I was listening to the war protest music, trying to soak up the anger), but somehow the band Pink Floyd came up (key word anger). Now, I have always liked Pink Floyd. I had not really heard much of their music until recently, but in that time I have become hooked (different story, so I digress). We were talking about how they have a very pessimistic view of life. I said it was more than just looking at a glass and saying it's half full, or it's half empty for them. And I look at life like this water bottle (the bottle had about 3 swigs gone from it) I see it and I say it is about gone. And they said that sounded very Floydian (coining the phrase right then and there). I laughed and went back to the anger music. But I started thinking. I was joking when I said that the bottle of water was almost gone, but if I really thought about it, that is exactly how I see it. That is depressing.
So instead of desiring big things, I want for little things, or things I can't control. I desire to have gray hair. I don't know why - probably because everyone else on the planet doesn't want gray hair. If I get gray hair or not, I can't control it. I have no hand in it what-so-ever. So if it doesn't happen that is ok, because then I have something everyone else wants. If I do then I am happy because I'm twisted and want gray hair. I root for a bad baseball team. The only reason is because I live in a town that worships their team and I want to be the opposite. If they have a good season or not, I have no control. Now, even in those things I face disappointment, but it isn't like I get dumped by my boyfriend, or I get fired from my job.
So that brings be to my random thought of being Floydian (not Freudian - big difference, don't get those confused). I was at a concert last week with some friends. We were talking about how people see life. I am not sure how this all came about - if we were talking about the band, or some other people we were with, or what (to be honest I was listening to the war protest music, trying to soak up the anger), but somehow the band Pink Floyd came up (key word anger). Now, I have always liked Pink Floyd. I had not really heard much of their music until recently, but in that time I have become hooked (different story, so I digress). We were talking about how they have a very pessimistic view of life. I said it was more than just looking at a glass and saying it's half full, or it's half empty for them. And I look at life like this water bottle (the bottle had about 3 swigs gone from it) I see it and I say it is about gone. And they said that sounded very Floydian (coining the phrase right then and there). I laughed and went back to the anger music. But I started thinking. I was joking when I said that the bottle of water was almost gone, but if I really thought about it, that is exactly how I see it. That is depressing.
9.08.2006
Random Thoughts
Aren't they all?
- I didn't get a contact high like I had hoped, but I did have a good time.
- My favorite shirt (Math Triathlon) has about 6 holes in the back of it. Probably from wearing it so much. I know there is one person laughing about me wearing holes in my shirt - SHUT IT!
- While I don't want to impeach the President, there is a great song about it that made me laugh a lot.
- I am Floydian (Not Freudian)
- I'm suppose to go to a wedding tomorrow night . . . I have no idea what time. It's on the card!
- I don't know how to spell triathlon and that frustrated me . . . it's on my shirt.
9.06.2006
Casino Royale Trailer
| I think I am the only person on the planet excited about Daniel Craig being the new Bond (well besides Daniel Craig himself). I have been a big fan of his for a long time . . . and you just heard his name 6 months ago when they announced him as the next 007. The fact that they are making a prequel makes the movie that much better, to witness the transformation from random agent to the best. My biggest problem right now - they have him signed, filmed the first movie, now they are going to make him gay, or at least explore that option. GIVE ME A BREAK! It's James Bond, they can't do that. "We don't want to ignore our gay Bond fan base." Well ignore them, because he isn't gay! So whatever, do what you want, I will still be excited for Casino Royale! | |
9.05.2006
A Little Bit Of Everything
I'm not really sure where I am going on this one. I feel like I have so much inside my head, no telling what will come out . . . "Morgan - Un-filtered and Uninhibited."
I just got back from a longer than normal walk with my dog Addie. No it wasn't really that long, just longer than normal, and longer than the ones NAD took her on. Maybe she will like me better than him now. It will probably take more than that.
I just got back from being at home for a few days. 1: Akeela And The Bee is a good movie. It isn't brilliant or deep, but it is good. 2: RV was better than I thought possible. Again, not brilliant or deep, but it was good for a little relaxation and a laugh. I like movies that make you think, but sometimes I just need to laugh, or relax, or both. 3: My family is changing.
I think I will go a little further with that one. When I am with my family (usually my mom and my grandparents) I think things like: How can I be related to these people, I am so different. The other thought is: How could I be related to anyone else, I am just like these people. First of all I look like them. I mean, when you see me with my mom, there is no mistaking that we are related. I act a little like my mom, the way she taught me (not always consciously). Where I am different - my personality is a lot like my dads. It had to be inherited by birth because I wasn't around him enough to get it any other way. He acts a lot differently than this group, causing me to act differently than this group (in many ways), so in that way I am an outcast. I don't look at myself as an outcast, and I know that they don't see me as anything but one of the family, but that word just came to me for some reason. I look at my family and see that, in general, it hasn't changed. The number of people has, the complexity has, but those in it haven't really . . . Until recently. We have been a family of glossers. Glossing over problems we have in our lives both in and out of the family. As I become more transparent, my mom becomes more transparent, and I don't think anyone else is really on board with this. Instead of working with us on working out problems we have with one another, they fight it and make it harder. Maybe that isn't it at all.
I realized over the weekend I have too much media. TV on most of the time, if for nothing else background noise. So much music, I haven't listened to all of it. Email, blogs, online news, pictures, and Google video. It is all so much. So I am fasting . . . in a sense. I'm not really watching TV. Unless I am sitting down and watching I don't need it on. Until I listen to every song I have I'm not buying anymore (or borrowing). Email . . . well maybe I won't check it every hour. That was getting crazy. Blogs . . . I don't write in this one as much as I use to, and I will only check the ones I read once a day (not 20 times). You get the idea. Cutting stuff out, giving me more time for my hobbies that I haven't touched in a month. Stained glass projects sit in idea phases on my table, a guitar that is dusty sits in the corner (because I won't take the time to learn how to play it), my dog has a permanent spot next to the desk (the only place she knows she can be and I will be near her). We will see how that goes. I'll keep you posted - or not.
I guess that is all I know, for now at least.
I just got back from a longer than normal walk with my dog Addie. No it wasn't really that long, just longer than normal, and longer than the ones NAD took her on. Maybe she will like me better than him now. It will probably take more than that.
I just got back from being at home for a few days. 1: Akeela And The Bee is a good movie. It isn't brilliant or deep, but it is good. 2: RV was better than I thought possible. Again, not brilliant or deep, but it was good for a little relaxation and a laugh. I like movies that make you think, but sometimes I just need to laugh, or relax, or both. 3: My family is changing.
I think I will go a little further with that one. When I am with my family (usually my mom and my grandparents) I think things like: How can I be related to these people, I am so different. The other thought is: How could I be related to anyone else, I am just like these people. First of all I look like them. I mean, when you see me with my mom, there is no mistaking that we are related. I act a little like my mom, the way she taught me (not always consciously). Where I am different - my personality is a lot like my dads. It had to be inherited by birth because I wasn't around him enough to get it any other way. He acts a lot differently than this group, causing me to act differently than this group (in many ways), so in that way I am an outcast. I don't look at myself as an outcast, and I know that they don't see me as anything but one of the family, but that word just came to me for some reason. I look at my family and see that, in general, it hasn't changed. The number of people has, the complexity has, but those in it haven't really . . . Until recently. We have been a family of glossers. Glossing over problems we have in our lives both in and out of the family. As I become more transparent, my mom becomes more transparent, and I don't think anyone else is really on board with this. Instead of working with us on working out problems we have with one another, they fight it and make it harder. Maybe that isn't it at all.
I realized over the weekend I have too much media. TV on most of the time, if for nothing else background noise. So much music, I haven't listened to all of it. Email, blogs, online news, pictures, and Google video. It is all so much. So I am fasting . . . in a sense. I'm not really watching TV. Unless I am sitting down and watching I don't need it on. Until I listen to every song I have I'm not buying anymore (or borrowing). Email . . . well maybe I won't check it every hour. That was getting crazy. Blogs . . . I don't write in this one as much as I use to, and I will only check the ones I read once a day (not 20 times). You get the idea. Cutting stuff out, giving me more time for my hobbies that I haven't touched in a month. Stained glass projects sit in idea phases on my table, a guitar that is dusty sits in the corner (because I won't take the time to learn how to play it), my dog has a permanent spot next to the desk (the only place she knows she can be and I will be near her). We will see how that goes. I'll keep you posted - or not.
I guess that is all I know, for now at least.
8.29.2006
Problem
I have a problem . . . ok, I have a lot of problems. I chose to address one right now. I have an anger problem. I don't think it is minor, I think it is big. The anger leads to a few other problems, such as yelling and throwing. These are both things I don't want to do. So, "Don't do them," you say.
Today I threw a chess set. Not a large one, not a breakable one, but a chess set none-the-less. Did it brake something? No. Did I throw it at someone? No. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. Given the same opportunity would I do it again? No. Some days I throw pillows, some days it is a rock, others it might be a pencil or a box. The questions are not what I throw, but why. And I don't know why.
Today I yelled at my friend at work (it isn't new, I yell at him a lot). Sometimes I yell at him and it isn't even about anything he did, it is about something someone else did. Did I cuss? I don't remember. Was I mean? I don't think so. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. Given the same opportunity would I do it again? No.
Today at counseling I yelled at my counselor. She was pushing an issue that isn't an issue. No matter how many times I told her it wasn't an issue, she would just ask the question a different way. When I say it wasn't an issue, I don't mean it is an issue and I was covering . . . there is no issue, and I just want this conversation to go away (because she has been trying to make it into an issue for months). So I went ape poo and told her to leave it alone, if I was numb to it then I was so numb that I won't feel it today and she needed to get onto another issue that I'm not numb about. The second my mouth was closed I felt like crap. I apologized and then burst into tears.
My anger. I get it so bottled up inside that I explode. I take so much before it all comes out, and I leave a path of destruction behind. I'm not thinking, it just happens. It is me, un-filtered and un-restrained. But how do I stop it? How do I let things go? People tell me to just let it go, I was never taught that. I was never taught how to be angry. I was told, "don't". Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't. For all the good things my mom and dad taught me, they never helped me learn to release anger appropriately, or let it go. I was told it was silly, or I shouldn't be. Well deal with it - I'm angry. So instead of telling me I am silly for being angry, or the reasons why I shouldn't be - teach me how to work through it. To feel it, to express it, to move from it. To see the root of the anger and deal with it. Anger is a secondary reaction fed by hurt, or embarrassment, or pain. Teach me to see that, to deal with that.
So now what? I still throw and I still yell. I don't want to. There are things in my life that I don't want there. I don't want to give excuses for it. I just want to stop, but I don't know how.
Today I threw a chess set. Not a large one, not a breakable one, but a chess set none-the-less. Did it brake something? No. Did I throw it at someone? No. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. Given the same opportunity would I do it again? No. Some days I throw pillows, some days it is a rock, others it might be a pencil or a box. The questions are not what I throw, but why. And I don't know why.
Today I yelled at my friend at work (it isn't new, I yell at him a lot). Sometimes I yell at him and it isn't even about anything he did, it is about something someone else did. Did I cuss? I don't remember. Was I mean? I don't think so. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. Given the same opportunity would I do it again? No.
Today at counseling I yelled at my counselor. She was pushing an issue that isn't an issue. No matter how many times I told her it wasn't an issue, she would just ask the question a different way. When I say it wasn't an issue, I don't mean it is an issue and I was covering . . . there is no issue, and I just want this conversation to go away (because she has been trying to make it into an issue for months). So I went ape poo and told her to leave it alone, if I was numb to it then I was so numb that I won't feel it today and she needed to get onto another issue that I'm not numb about. The second my mouth was closed I felt like crap. I apologized and then burst into tears.
My anger. I get it so bottled up inside that I explode. I take so much before it all comes out, and I leave a path of destruction behind. I'm not thinking, it just happens. It is me, un-filtered and un-restrained. But how do I stop it? How do I let things go? People tell me to just let it go, I was never taught that. I was never taught how to be angry. I was told, "don't". Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't. For all the good things my mom and dad taught me, they never helped me learn to release anger appropriately, or let it go. I was told it was silly, or I shouldn't be. Well deal with it - I'm angry. So instead of telling me I am silly for being angry, or the reasons why I shouldn't be - teach me how to work through it. To feel it, to express it, to move from it. To see the root of the anger and deal with it. Anger is a secondary reaction fed by hurt, or embarrassment, or pain. Teach me to see that, to deal with that.
So now what? I still throw and I still yell. I don't want to. There are things in my life that I don't want there. I don't want to give excuses for it. I just want to stop, but I don't know how.
8.23.2006
Wow
I sure do love cops calling my house and asking for money. Then badgering you because you won't give. I was being polite to listen, but come on.
8.21.2006
Rant
Who decided that Paris Hilton was hot? Name them for me - seriously. She is not hot.
Who decided that Jessica Simpson was "in"? She is an idiot. Due to the lack of television on last night I caught 2 minutes of her on the Teen Choice Awards last night. That is 2 minutes I can't take back, and will be scared with forever. She is an idiot. Also, why was there so much sexual references on the Teen Choice Awards. TEENS CHOICE - means under 20 and those kids look up to some of those people, and they were all talking about sex. At one pass (I moved around the TV a lot last night instead of just picking up a BOOK) these kids - KIDS won a trip on stage to hold a surf board (the awards). The male host was saying that they would have sex before they went home that night. Ummm, I'm sorry, don't say that to a 14 year old. JUST DON'T.
And Snakes On A Plane. SNAKES ON A PLANE! Why? I know it has gotten all sorts of internet buzz, but the name just says - I'm an moron and I decided to make a movie.
Ok, I feel a little bit better now.
Who decided that Jessica Simpson was "in"? She is an idiot. Due to the lack of television on last night I caught 2 minutes of her on the Teen Choice Awards last night. That is 2 minutes I can't take back, and will be scared with forever. She is an idiot. Also, why was there so much sexual references on the Teen Choice Awards. TEENS CHOICE - means under 20 and those kids look up to some of those people, and they were all talking about sex. At one pass (I moved around the TV a lot last night instead of just picking up a BOOK) these kids - KIDS won a trip on stage to hold a surf board (the awards). The male host was saying that they would have sex before they went home that night. Ummm, I'm sorry, don't say that to a 14 year old. JUST DON'T.
And Snakes On A Plane. SNAKES ON A PLANE! Why? I know it has gotten all sorts of internet buzz, but the name just says - I'm an moron and I decided to make a movie.
Ok, I feel a little bit better now.
It's 3AM You Must Be Lonely
Stupid nap . . . stupid me for taking the nap! Took a little plane ride this morning and I had to get up early. Well no earlier than I usually do for work. But I was tired none the less. Flew and fought the sleeping. Got home and couldn't fight it anymore. Laid down (for a few minutes) 2 hours later I wake up. CONSEQUENTLY - I am awake now! Ugh, I am such an idiot.
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