Three Blind Mice
I feel like I have so much to share - to update with. But I dont, actually. So I will being with describing events that have taken place in the past days.
The 4th - I went to my mom's church. An absolute bore. The whole time I was just daydreaming about random things and trying to pass the time. It's hard to sit in a church and look at all these people who think they have it all right (correct). I don't agree with their doctrine at all, but I guess I shouldn't worry about it because it's not my job. I just have to worry about me and what I believe in. But it's always fun when you're mom tries to demand her ways upon your life expecting you to accept them and live by them. It's ok. 2 years to go and I can legally say 'fuck it'.
So then we went and saw fireworks at the Ventura College with my aunt, uncle, 2 cousins, and great aunt. The fireworks were great. The company could have been better, but that's family and I am not complaining.
The 5th - What a magical day!! I am lying. I don't really like birthday parties, for me at least. (Oh I guess I might as well tell you it was that sort of day, for me = birthday) Again, I won't complain because my family tries and that is all I can ask. I spent the large portion of my day with hyper-religious folks who's idea of fun and "partying" is twister and musical chairs. I DID play musical chairs too. It was pathetic. They made me. After 5 or so long hours of family time, my dad decided it wasn't a waste of his time to come and get me in the faraway land of Newbury Park. So he was hungry so we stopped at Rubio's and Coldstones - where Katie glady told her co-workers that is was my birthday and for them all to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. Exciting.
[I got to see Noel at The Macaroni Grill - it made the day great :), I miss him]
Then Marcus and Sarah came over for about a half an hour and gave me 3 mice as a present. Random. I let one go though; he was too roudy and kept jumping out of his residence (a box). But I guess the names fall under these suggestions: Rosalinda, Jemimah, Sixteen, Shelby, and the famous trio - the 3 stooges. Anyways, I like my pet mice. Now I just have to figure out what to do with them.
Oh and then me and Katie went to Denny's at 10:30 and I saw Zak, one of Brett's best friends, and Leonel and Erik. It was a fun time, minus the almost getting hit by a drunk driver who came within 5 feet of us -- yeah, that was a moment I'll never forget. FUCK DRUNK DRIVERS.
So that about concludes my adventures for the past couple of days. If any of you have gotten to this point on the page, I'm sure you wouldnt' like to hear more of my ramblings. But I'd like to share something. I feel like writing a story.
I've been so tuned into the worldly lately. It seems that way. I feel so apart from peace and groundings. Like I've been floating in the world's fecal matter that they describe as roses. I feel stuck and ever-surrounded by fake, lost people who's wish is to turn into their current idol. No one desire's to be original anymore. But of course, I fall under this also because no one can ever be original... for someone has already turned into your dream. Good luck finding a free spot in the parking lot of fresh ideas. But I guess conformity encompasses the world's system for survival. It's part of the process. It's just a downfall in some of our eyes, I guess. It's just something some of us try and run away from but we end up getting tag-alongs -- people who see a dream as a trend. People who see a torn out heart as something to be jealous of. People who see depression as a group reputation. It's sick. But I'd rahter not get into that heated circle of disappointment. I can only be my own, and try to be the person God has longed for me to be. I can only be what I feel is right. No, I will not let go of my morals, standards, and values for you pitiful creatures. You're lost just as I. The only difference is you turn to your peers and icons for acceptance. I refuse to comply with your demands for social criticizm. I'll search for you, diamonds in the rough, because you are what I see out of the croud. Just trying to survive in a world of contempt for another's being. I think I'll stop here. The rest would just be repetative thoughts and notions for the world. There would just be more synonyms for you to dwell on and question the relevancy.
Unexpected. Of course. Ah, I'll do the rest in a journal solely for my eyes.
I would just like to let you know that there is a Ferona Vei - www.feronavei.com - show tomorrow night at 10:00 at the Whisky in Hollywood. It's $9 bucks to go. It should be a great show. Let me know if you'd like to go.
The 4th - I went to my mom's church. An absolute bore. The whole time I was just daydreaming about random things and trying to pass the time. It's hard to sit in a church and look at all these people who think they have it all right (correct). I don't agree with their doctrine at all, but I guess I shouldn't worry about it because it's not my job. I just have to worry about me and what I believe in. But it's always fun when you're mom tries to demand her ways upon your life expecting you to accept them and live by them. It's ok. 2 years to go and I can legally say 'fuck it'.
So then we went and saw fireworks at the Ventura College with my aunt, uncle, 2 cousins, and great aunt. The fireworks were great. The company could have been better, but that's family and I am not complaining.
The 5th - What a magical day!! I am lying. I don't really like birthday parties, for me at least. (Oh I guess I might as well tell you it was that sort of day, for me = birthday) Again, I won't complain because my family tries and that is all I can ask. I spent the large portion of my day with hyper-religious folks who's idea of fun and "partying" is twister and musical chairs. I DID play musical chairs too. It was pathetic. They made me. After 5 or so long hours of family time, my dad decided it wasn't a waste of his time to come and get me in the faraway land of Newbury Park. So he was hungry so we stopped at Rubio's and Coldstones - where Katie glady told her co-workers that is was my birthday and for them all to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. Exciting.
[I got to see Noel at The Macaroni Grill - it made the day great :), I miss him]
Then Marcus and Sarah came over for about a half an hour and gave me 3 mice as a present. Random. I let one go though; he was too roudy and kept jumping out of his residence (a box). But I guess the names fall under these suggestions: Rosalinda, Jemimah, Sixteen, Shelby, and the famous trio - the 3 stooges. Anyways, I like my pet mice. Now I just have to figure out what to do with them.
Oh and then me and Katie went to Denny's at 10:30 and I saw Zak, one of Brett's best friends, and Leonel and Erik. It was a fun time, minus the almost getting hit by a drunk driver who came within 5 feet of us -- yeah, that was a moment I'll never forget. FUCK DRUNK DRIVERS.
So that about concludes my adventures for the past couple of days. If any of you have gotten to this point on the page, I'm sure you wouldnt' like to hear more of my ramblings. But I'd like to share something. I feel like writing a story.
I've been so tuned into the worldly lately. It seems that way. I feel so apart from peace and groundings. Like I've been floating in the world's fecal matter that they describe as roses. I feel stuck and ever-surrounded by fake, lost people who's wish is to turn into their current idol. No one desire's to be original anymore. But of course, I fall under this also because no one can ever be original... for someone has already turned into your dream. Good luck finding a free spot in the parking lot of fresh ideas. But I guess conformity encompasses the world's system for survival. It's part of the process. It's just a downfall in some of our eyes, I guess. It's just something some of us try and run away from but we end up getting tag-alongs -- people who see a dream as a trend. People who see a torn out heart as something to be jealous of. People who see depression as a group reputation. It's sick. But I'd rahter not get into that heated circle of disappointment. I can only be my own, and try to be the person God has longed for me to be. I can only be what I feel is right. No, I will not let go of my morals, standards, and values for you pitiful creatures. You're lost just as I. The only difference is you turn to your peers and icons for acceptance. I refuse to comply with your demands for social criticizm. I'll search for you, diamonds in the rough, because you are what I see out of the croud. Just trying to survive in a world of contempt for another's being. I think I'll stop here. The rest would just be repetative thoughts and notions for the world. There would just be more synonyms for you to dwell on and question the relevancy.
Unexpected. Of course. Ah, I'll do the rest in a journal solely for my eyes.
I would just like to let you know that there is a Ferona Vei - www.feronavei.com - show tomorrow night at 10:00 at the Whisky in Hollywood. It's $9 bucks to go. It should be a great show. Let me know if you'd like to go.