Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Questioning reality, not caring about the answers.

Why do so many people wish that they could fly?
Why can't people fly? (Aside from the obvious)
Why does it seem that as Science explains more of the world to us, the world becomes less interesting?
Why can't we just be blissfully ignorant?
Why do we keep looking for life on other planets, when we can't seem to take care of life on ours?
What is it that makes people do things that hurt themselves?
What is it that makes people do things that hurt others?
What is so bad about wanting to create a utopia?
Why do we fear those who are different?
Why do we hurt the people we fear?
Why do we learn things that will never be useful?
If you forget about something that was important to you only, is it still important?

I hab a code

I hab a code
I need a break
my node is dipping
I feel kite fate

but here I am
I'm still at school
want to go hobe
codes are nob cool

Photogaphy sucks
It sucks alot
I hab a code
Fun, it's nop

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The authentic post has been put on hold

so that I can say something that is momentarily important. About that. Isn't everything only momentarily important? Something can't be important forever. Things don't last that long. And when something is gone and whoever or whatever it was that found it important is gone, doesn't that mean that is isn't important anymore?
What is importance anyway?
And is the meaning of importance important?
Should it be?
...okay now, back on topic, I have to say that which is momentarily important.
I love skiing. I really really do. (This in particular is only momentarily important. Furthermore, it shall be momentarily important for a very short moment only.)
Skiing is amazing. The weather doesn't matter. The visibility could be awful, the snow could be icy and mixed with dirt, and it could be fifty below and I would still love skiing. It's that amazing. That's all.

And another thing which is momentarily important.
I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. In life, I mean. I don't know where I'm going or what I'll do for a living.
This bothers me.
At the moment I think I might become an artist. Specifically a potter. Clay is every bit as amazing as skiing. But I fear I would get bored with lack of mental stimulation.
Back to the drawing bored, I guess.

So that's the end of my mentioning things which are momentarily important.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I was reading through my blog the other day

I realized that all but one of my posts in the new year have been about love and emotions. They haven't really been a very good representation of me, in fact, they make me sound pretty emotional. Which I'm not. So I figure that somehow I shall have to publish something that sounds a little more authentic. A post that will show off my artistic flair and rather caustic sense of humor.
Maybe something that demonstrates that I'm not just another depressed, irrational/ clueless, lonely single girl looking for love. Instead I'm a somewhat disillusioned, intellectual, single girl who wishes that every guy on the planet would get a clue. But still.
I don't know what to say. I still sound like I have some bizarre emotional complex.
Anyways, I'll have to come up with something other than love to post about soon. Maybe I'll just whip out a post with a bunch of random poetic phrases and statements in various different fonts and text sizes. Hmmm. We'll see.
TTFN ^w^

Added on February 15th =>
I think I might also start posting some random questions. Maybe once a month. I'll limit myself to fifteen questions per post, and either I will answer them in the following posts or if someone else has an interesting answer they can comment.
I also feel the insane need to discuss philosophy and theology. There should be some random posts about each from time to time. Yeah, that's pretty much it; as usually happens with one of my brainstorming posts, I have no clue how I should end this. I guess I'll just cut the live feed.
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Thursday, February 11, 2010

What I've been looking for

What I've been looking for
is a place to call my home,
a place to kick my feet up,
a place where I can unpack my bags, my tacky nick-knacks collected from years of travel spilling out from between leather and metal clasps.

What I've been looking for
is a person to call my friend,
a person who understands me,
a person who knows who I am and what I've been through, who doesn't care if some days I look like a drunk cooter brown.

What I've been looking for
is a something that's interesting,
a something to make my life worth living,
a something that I can wake up to every morning without being bored; a puzzle, a key to a door I've never seen, a something.

What I've been looking for
is a little touch of stardust,
a little tint to make me smile,
a little hint to let me know that the clouds won't always sit over my head; a touch of something magic that'll bring me what I need.

What I've been looking for
is the answer to my questions,
the things that I've been missing,
the things I want to know. I've been looking for a long time and I'll search for years to come, because what I want isn't out there, but that's all right with me.