Poetry

Oh poetry...

How I wish I could be good at you, but alas I am surely not. I want to be that person who can write beautifully and sound deep and meaningful and wear hats and snap and smoke cigars and be the envy of every wanna be hipster ... but no. I am plagued with the disease of talentlessness.

I enjoy reading poetry when the mood is right, when I can wrap my head around the inner meanings of it all. when the mood is not right, I just get really confused.

I thoroughly enjoy spoken word though. Like a lot ... a lot a lot. i listen to it in my free time. there is one specific fellow who I enjoy muchly. His name is Watsky if YouTube wasn't blocked on the school computers I would link you to him. maybe I'll do that at home if I'm not feeling lazy.

(un-lazy moment of the day) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrs9Jl3fvpM

Anyways all in all. I like poetry at times I love spoken word and I can't write it to save my life.

Okay time for me to read the poems!

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ummm I dunno. it isnt bad. but the mood is not right! I'm in a school library ... how am I suppose to fully absorb the poetryness in this enviroment...

I wonder where she finds her words ... like Cha’am?? what is that!? (google time!) ooh awks ... I get it. it's a place. well I feel stupid now. I wonder if she's visited there.. hmmmmm

(Hillsides of Cha'am ... nice place)

Oh hi

So I'm here again, typing at a computer, this is fun, not really. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’d love blogging if you know; I had a creative and original idea of my own! But ... I don't

What did that one person say ... hmmm .... let me find the quote...

GOOGLE!! Why have you failed me so!!! Well this is depressing; Google has never failed me before ...

Anyway! The quote was about how there is no such thing as an original idea anymore. It was said by like Oscar Wilde or C. S Lewis or Plato or George Bush, I don’t know. I wanted to show you it so I could like 'site authority' or some rhetorical device like that ... or maybe I just wanted to feel better about my lame lame existence.  Regardless I have failed to do either of those and I am now internally sad.

But not really

So yeah, I learned something today!

Google is not God

.... Interesting

Dear Diary...

I just like the rest of us at one point, had a diary ...  or as we called it when we wanted to feel mature a "Journal". I have recently started another "Journal" and Im actally quite enjoyng it so far. But last night, I re-read my old journal from grade 9 to 10.

Let' just say I wanted to shoot myelf in the face after reading it. There were only 2 different kinds of posts

The Young Teenage Girl, Who Worships a Boy ones: "I really really really like this boy! he's so amazing! I should make him a nicname so that if anyone ever reads this they wont know who I'm actually talkng about! I'm so funny!" blah Blah BLAH!! 

and the I'm A Depressing and Angsty Twat ones: <insert self hating, world hating, and extreamy dark and horrible poetry here>

I've decided that I will right the wrongs of litrerature I have committed during this horrible phase in my life. I started writting a new journal and I've told myself that I can't talk about boys or write any poetry in it, no matter how much of a master peice I think it is! I used to write recapes of the day everynight, but now I write things the momment they happen, it's more real and more fun.

For instence, yesterday I simply wrote about how I was eating classy bread and how that made me happy ... it may be really stupid but it's what I was really thinking about at the momment.

I think the simple and real things are more important than stupid teenage heart aches.

NaCl Carrots

(it took all my strenght not to upchuck while trying to find this picture)

Horrifying! Terrifying! It sends shivers down my spine!

For some people they have a fear of public speaking, plains, sharks, the dark, even death; but I'm different. Public speaking gives me a high, plains are fun, I dont live near the ocean, the darkness keeps secrets and I'm always ready to greet death with open arms.

My biggest fear is one that most laugh at. Peopl call me weird, imature and even silly. My biggest fear on this planet is ... Salty Carrots.

They're poison!!

Don't ask me why, I haven't a damn clue! The closest I've come to an explination is the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The one scene when they are seated at the dinner table and are trying to kill eachother. Dear Mrs. Smith passes Mr. Smith a salt shacker to sprinkle on his dinner plate. It just so happens that on his plate had a collection of carrots on it. It also just so happens that the salt shacker was filled with poison.

I'm not scared of carrots, and I'm definitely not scared of salt ... I actually quite like salt; but those things together is an extremly deadly duo!

My mum thinks I'm crazy and often tries to sneak salty carrots into my everyday meals. You may think that's crazy ... I mean, how often to you really have salty carrots? But! I can assure you that you eat them quite often! Salty carrots isn't just table salt on carrots; It's salads wth carrots in them (salad dressing has salt in it), it's pot roasts cooked with mixed veggies, And it has to be a very brave day for me to eat a corrot muffin (all baking has a pinch of sat right?)

I'd like to think I'm a rather logical and rational person ... but this ... this! I just don't get this. It turns my stomache just thinking about it. ermm ... I don't feel good now