man am i glad
i have just seen one of he nicest sights ever.
perfectly formed snow flakes
its like someone opened a snow bag and puff there are the flakes so pretty
it makes u glad to be alive
Monday, February 2, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
ramdom weird thoughts
this is a weird thought that popped into my head as i came home from college today it details two voices (no im not clinically insane it will make sense at the end)
voice one: i want to be a white supremacist.
voice two: you cant be your not white!
voice one: darn, i want to be a black supremacist.
voice two: you cant your not black.
voice one: damn, hispanic, irish, english, millian, asian, straight, gay??
voice two: look spots your a dog you can be a dog supremacist but no one will or should pay attention as no one should pay attention to these other groups. times are a changing.
voice one: so i should reign as an activist for the free world for all.
voice two: and they say you cant change your spots.
this popped into my head when i think of how our world has and is becoming more multicultured. yet we are still mentally living in a world of rascism of all kinds. stop the hate. rule for change (grace a obama). i feel now is the time for change, yes we can.
congrats to america and the free world, we have the potential for a true and caring World leader.
voice one: i want to be a white supremacist.
voice two: you cant be your not white!
voice one: darn, i want to be a black supremacist.
voice two: you cant your not black.
voice one: damn, hispanic, irish, english, millian, asian, straight, gay??
voice two: look spots your a dog you can be a dog supremacist but no one will or should pay attention as no one should pay attention to these other groups. times are a changing.
voice one: so i should reign as an activist for the free world for all.
voice two: and they say you cant change your spots.
this popped into my head when i think of how our world has and is becoming more multicultured. yet we are still mentally living in a world of rascism of all kinds. stop the hate. rule for change (grace a obama). i feel now is the time for change, yes we can.
congrats to america and the free world, we have the potential for a true and caring World leader.
just a thought
just letting every one know that england (or the uk) is still in Europe has been for 100s of years its not going to depart so do not refer to the uk as if it is its own continent. it is not!!!
and also africa is not an island, u can get pregant from having any kind of male female intercourse and love is love and yes obama is black! GET OVER IT!
and also africa is not an island, u can get pregant from having any kind of male female intercourse and love is love and yes obama is black! GET OVER IT!
just me
so its half two am Irish time and i just decided that i have no idea where i want my life to go. i am a 20 year old college student and i am doing a joint major that will eventually make no money, unless i spend 20 million years in college. my friends, whom i all love deeply have become the lonely morsels of a past i have yet to figure out. i cannot place them in my new life. i should be doing a college scholastic essay and yet i could not find the will to do it. what is the point?
i have in the nano seconds that it has taken me to come to the conclusion that i have absolutely no1 i can properly relate to in my circle of loving care family and friends that someone in this universe has to have some of my feelings hence this blog. why should i lonely stand weeping for the futile wearies of a soul unburden when many are not unlike me and more suffer far greater than i. i think that i also i need to give back, i wish to inspire as i have always done a little hope in the minds of 1 and hopefully i want to instill enough hope in certain people that they can change for the better. yet being greedy, as is the human nature i wish they remember me for it, as i am a being that lives in the era of fame.
why should i stand outside the circle of fame when many less deserving have come and gone. i wish not for the fortune, for i alone no that money cannot buy or sell, only the monetary things. nor do i wish for the fame that is so extravagant that i have to hide leaving my house to have a piece of privacy. nor do i wish for the fame that others seek for i do not wish of fame as fame its self. i wish that i alone could be known for the fame of my mind, my hands, i wish to be fame if only to a few for instilling hope. i am not your average 20 year old for i am not nor have i ever relished in being popular or the person ever one knows. i know that i will now contradict myself and yet it must be done. i have always wished out of the local spot light or even the light that shines bright in college for it has been like yielding a double edged sword.
i am an average girl and yet i have a weight issue. not that it concerns me in anyway let it be said. i do not believe myself fat or thin, or even weak or strong, i am proud with me and my body and in an age or self doubt and lessons in self harm i am and will always be proud of me. yet, while i am proud of me i cannot like the next person handle the constant moronic of the obviously immature people who walk the streets of these small towns. "eat less bitch", "you look like a beached whale", "even the sea wouldn't take you out honey", "don't wear tracksuits it makes you look fatter than you are" and my favorite "join the gym you tube of lard". how smart of the imbeciles to reuse phrases that i have been hearing since i was a babe and then some. even my loving father refers to it as my little problem. so out of boredom rather than a hurtful disposition at least find new phraseology, i am tired and quite frankly surprised that in the 20 years since my birth nothing more icon has been founded to try and offend a person who does not easily offend. may life at least introduce some variety.
and yet while average i may be, what is average? it is but a static and yet i am not unique except for of course my fingerprint which i have yet to comprehend that with the 6 billion people on this plant that not one other has a fingerprint that is mine. maybe my fingerprint can become famous. none is unique. every situation that we bare is the same as a situation that is occurring somewhere else. if we truly were unique every murder would be world news. each would have a different name, each would live in a confined bubble and then still we would be similar. we would all be in bubbles. most would probably speak some form of a coherent language and we would be either male or female.
do not fear i am not sadistic, narcissistic or any other -istic that may come to mind i am however just a girl seeking some comfort in the first part journal part essay i have written for pleasure in years. god i do wish i could take a year. a year of freedom, life without expectation. a year is all it takes to fully comprehend and diagnose a change, a month i all it takes to come to terms with change of the large terms, a day is all it takes to change the world, a minute is all it takes to change a life or lives of many. a second, a second is all it takes to change the difference between a yes or a no, a death or life, a why or a why not.
do not fear life or difference. for you have little to fear. life, is not a necessity, it is a want. if we did not want for life we would not be here what we do with it is our choice. of course in the case of the people at war, where life is stripped, taken, toren and unwantinlgy pulled i have a pity for they have, or most of them had no choice, or those murdered or fallen. yet the most of others the will to live is that a will. it is a drive, a want, and we then need a will. if that will is battered and bruised we will not want and for that i am sorry. think to what you miss without a will. love, play, postcards, water, sex, fresh air, fingers, hair, travel, motion sickness, morning sickness, everything and nothing all at the same time. i need life, as i want for it with such a passion that i scream when others laugh, i cry when others scream and breathe like i cant. and yet now i am bored. i want for more. i want to explore what is unknown to me. i want to work with kids in the projects of America and walk barefoot in Africa i want to swim in on the coast of Australia and drink tea in china. i want to work in Kenny's pub in Cali and milks cows with the wika woka tribe in africa, i want to feed children in a Russian orphanage and bring aid into Gaza.
and yet this may seem fickle and vain and self centered. and it is. i want to do all this for me. nonetheless i do not wish to do it for my own vanity i wish to do it to complete my soul, for alas my soul cannot be complete without helping others for helping others is in my nature it is all i can be and all i can do. and yet where i can do this is unlimited. why dont i do it in ireland? and this is my greed. i want to travel. and travel i will.
and here i leave you at last and alone and better and happier for it. for we enter and leave this world on our own what we do in between when we take our first and last breath is (hopefully) our own choice. so choice wisely live lively and change always for the better. live and take pictures memories are hard to come by when they are forgotten.
i have in the nano seconds that it has taken me to come to the conclusion that i have absolutely no1 i can properly relate to in my circle of loving care family and friends that someone in this universe has to have some of my feelings hence this blog. why should i lonely stand weeping for the futile wearies of a soul unburden when many are not unlike me and more suffer far greater than i. i think that i also i need to give back, i wish to inspire as i have always done a little hope in the minds of 1 and hopefully i want to instill enough hope in certain people that they can change for the better. yet being greedy, as is the human nature i wish they remember me for it, as i am a being that lives in the era of fame.
why should i stand outside the circle of fame when many less deserving have come and gone. i wish not for the fortune, for i alone no that money cannot buy or sell, only the monetary things. nor do i wish for the fame that is so extravagant that i have to hide leaving my house to have a piece of privacy. nor do i wish for the fame that others seek for i do not wish of fame as fame its self. i wish that i alone could be known for the fame of my mind, my hands, i wish to be fame if only to a few for instilling hope. i am not your average 20 year old for i am not nor have i ever relished in being popular or the person ever one knows. i know that i will now contradict myself and yet it must be done. i have always wished out of the local spot light or even the light that shines bright in college for it has been like yielding a double edged sword.
i am an average girl and yet i have a weight issue. not that it concerns me in anyway let it be said. i do not believe myself fat or thin, or even weak or strong, i am proud with me and my body and in an age or self doubt and lessons in self harm i am and will always be proud of me. yet, while i am proud of me i cannot like the next person handle the constant moronic of the obviously immature people who walk the streets of these small towns. "eat less bitch", "you look like a beached whale", "even the sea wouldn't take you out honey", "don't wear tracksuits it makes you look fatter than you are" and my favorite "join the gym you tube of lard". how smart of the imbeciles to reuse phrases that i have been hearing since i was a babe and then some. even my loving father refers to it as my little problem. so out of boredom rather than a hurtful disposition at least find new phraseology, i am tired and quite frankly surprised that in the 20 years since my birth nothing more icon has been founded to try and offend a person who does not easily offend. may life at least introduce some variety.
and yet while average i may be, what is average? it is but a static and yet i am not unique except for of course my fingerprint which i have yet to comprehend that with the 6 billion people on this plant that not one other has a fingerprint that is mine. maybe my fingerprint can become famous. none is unique. every situation that we bare is the same as a situation that is occurring somewhere else. if we truly were unique every murder would be world news. each would have a different name, each would live in a confined bubble and then still we would be similar. we would all be in bubbles. most would probably speak some form of a coherent language and we would be either male or female.
do not fear i am not sadistic, narcissistic or any other -istic that may come to mind i am however just a girl seeking some comfort in the first part journal part essay i have written for pleasure in years. god i do wish i could take a year. a year of freedom, life without expectation. a year is all it takes to fully comprehend and diagnose a change, a month i all it takes to come to terms with change of the large terms, a day is all it takes to change the world, a minute is all it takes to change a life or lives of many. a second, a second is all it takes to change the difference between a yes or a no, a death or life, a why or a why not.
do not fear life or difference. for you have little to fear. life, is not a necessity, it is a want. if we did not want for life we would not be here what we do with it is our choice. of course in the case of the people at war, where life is stripped, taken, toren and unwantinlgy pulled i have a pity for they have, or most of them had no choice, or those murdered or fallen. yet the most of others the will to live is that a will. it is a drive, a want, and we then need a will. if that will is battered and bruised we will not want and for that i am sorry. think to what you miss without a will. love, play, postcards, water, sex, fresh air, fingers, hair, travel, motion sickness, morning sickness, everything and nothing all at the same time. i need life, as i want for it with such a passion that i scream when others laugh, i cry when others scream and breathe like i cant. and yet now i am bored. i want for more. i want to explore what is unknown to me. i want to work with kids in the projects of America and walk barefoot in Africa i want to swim in on the coast of Australia and drink tea in china. i want to work in Kenny's pub in Cali and milks cows with the wika woka tribe in africa, i want to feed children in a Russian orphanage and bring aid into Gaza.
and yet this may seem fickle and vain and self centered. and it is. i want to do all this for me. nonetheless i do not wish to do it for my own vanity i wish to do it to complete my soul, for alas my soul cannot be complete without helping others for helping others is in my nature it is all i can be and all i can do. and yet where i can do this is unlimited. why dont i do it in ireland? and this is my greed. i want to travel. and travel i will.
and here i leave you at last and alone and better and happier for it. for we enter and leave this world on our own what we do in between when we take our first and last breath is (hopefully) our own choice. so choice wisely live lively and change always for the better. live and take pictures memories are hard to come by when they are forgotten.
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