mrazian.
i had to take sassy to the vet today. she has some kind of weird skin rash on her belly and on the top of her head that is slowly spreading and looks really painful. we couldn't give her the necessary sedative pill because the vets are going to put her to (temporary) sleep in order to check her out. surprisingly, she was tame...more tame than she would have been under the influence of feline sedatives. strange.
i've been reading jason mraz's journals online. i found him in my myspace friends list and didn't remember adding him. i've also been listening to his cd a lot lately. a lot. how much influence can a stranger possibly have on another? a lot. things look so different through someone else's eyes. it's like i blinked, and when my eyes opened back up after that millisecond of darkness, i was a 29 year-old man in japan, wondering (publicly through my fingers) about life, love, going commando, and the overwheming-ness of how certain choices can lead to an entirely different future. if i had not gone to averett, where would i be? if i could figure out what the hell i want to do, would i be on a different path today? would i even be sitting here? would i be on the other side of the world making music, shooting photos of some asian model, doing magic tricks on the corner in singapore?
most importantly, would i be happy?
am i happy now?
questions that need to be answered.
he also makes no apologies. people are people. men are huMAN. we're all driven by the same things. why then do some people gain success while others feel the need to end their own lives? if we all have drive, are we all on the same road? no. are we all going the same speed? no. do we all have the same album playing on repeat in our cd players? definately not. if we were all the same, would we make the same choices? i still don't think so. environments change, perspectives change, emotions change. do you still feel the same way about love as you did when you were 5? i don't. and i definately don't feel the same way about hate.
in reading and writing, i've noticed that i tend to listen more than i speak--i take in more information than i put out. is my head going to explode from all the knowledge and points of view that i absorb? maybe my body has created this memory problem to fix the larger conflict that would occur inside my head. if i actually retained everything that i read or saw even, i wouldn't be alive right now. so i take pictures, i save internet conversations, i copy and paste into a new word document. i use my computer as the detachable information center of my brain. i share most of this with you, avid readers. no wonder i feel out of touch when i'm away from technology. it's a part of me. but does it feel connected to me in the same way? with all the information i've deposited into my computer, it could surive on it's own--given, it would have to survive on images of celebrities--but it could survive for a long time after i've expired.
everything is relative. something as organic as jason mraz talking about his infatuation with belle and sebastian has put me off on a tangent about technology's firm grip on my grey matter.
no apologies if you actually read this, i'm ms. a-z.
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i've been reading jason mraz's journals online. i found him in my myspace friends list and didn't remember adding him. i've also been listening to his cd a lot lately. a lot. how much influence can a stranger possibly have on another? a lot. things look so different through someone else's eyes. it's like i blinked, and when my eyes opened back up after that millisecond of darkness, i was a 29 year-old man in japan, wondering (publicly through my fingers) about life, love, going commando, and the overwheming-ness of how certain choices can lead to an entirely different future. if i had not gone to averett, where would i be? if i could figure out what the hell i want to do, would i be on a different path today? would i even be sitting here? would i be on the other side of the world making music, shooting photos of some asian model, doing magic tricks on the corner in singapore?
most importantly, would i be happy?
am i happy now?
questions that need to be answered.
he also makes no apologies. people are people. men are huMAN. we're all driven by the same things. why then do some people gain success while others feel the need to end their own lives? if we all have drive, are we all on the same road? no. are we all going the same speed? no. do we all have the same album playing on repeat in our cd players? definately not. if we were all the same, would we make the same choices? i still don't think so. environments change, perspectives change, emotions change. do you still feel the same way about love as you did when you were 5? i don't. and i definately don't feel the same way about hate.
in reading and writing, i've noticed that i tend to listen more than i speak--i take in more information than i put out. is my head going to explode from all the knowledge and points of view that i absorb? maybe my body has created this memory problem to fix the larger conflict that would occur inside my head. if i actually retained everything that i read or saw even, i wouldn't be alive right now. so i take pictures, i save internet conversations, i copy and paste into a new word document. i use my computer as the detachable information center of my brain. i share most of this with you, avid readers. no wonder i feel out of touch when i'm away from technology. it's a part of me. but does it feel connected to me in the same way? with all the information i've deposited into my computer, it could surive on it's own--given, it would have to survive on images of celebrities--but it could survive for a long time after i've expired.
everything is relative. something as organic as jason mraz talking about his infatuation with belle and sebastian has put me off on a tangent about technology's firm grip on my grey matter.
no apologies if you actually read this, i'm ms. a-z.
<3