where do all the hours go when they are finally gone?
time is freaking FLYING by. id like to say that im its willing passenger, sitting in the front seat...window down, my hair justa flappin in the breeze, or possibly in your face (if you are driving that is) with the radio cranked up, and a smile on my face. id like to say that is exactly how it is, but...id be lying. and, no one likes a liar. right? i just sometimes think there will be nothing left to show for all the time ive spent working in one aspect or another of my life. that would not only be sad, but it would piss me off. i would be a ghost that would come back and haunt random people who had nothing to do with me just to get revenge. "alright now, you are just being silly cassidy". i have to keep myself in line ya know. anyway, i was thinking about stuff i used to do...like paint. i LOOOOOVE painting. yet i dont do it anymore. why is that??? i remember being so inspired to paint that id wake up in the dead of night and wish it were morning so i could start something. id sit on my bed next to the heater and id have my easel set up, and id paint. id draw, and sketch, and id write until the wee hours. now, i still write.....and occassionally, ill sketch. i just dont want that to be a "lost" art, ya know??? im such a creative blooded person, if that part of me dies....what will be left? just the bones, and the blood. that stuff has no personality, i mean, we've all got bones and blood. what makes mine different from your average everyday human? yeah, so, i was just thinking about my art days, and i think i was the most creative when i lived on bond street. those years were fantastic with creativity. the growth, the clarity of soul, the pencils and paper and sharpened scissors!!! not that im stale now. no, no im not. i have just temporarily deviated from that particular path. but, mark my words i shall revisit myself circa "bond street" and better acquaint myself with...myself. lol. i miss things about myself from then. is that weird?? i dunno, maybe.
onward.
nothing new really.
im working, and still liking my job. being a dental assistant is fun, and challenging. i like the dr. i work for. so all is well there. katy is growing like a weed. shes mastered walking, and is now trying to perfect such things as "dancing" and "swearing at the microwave". lol. cambria is being a good dog, so she will live to see another day. and the first day of spring is coming. so thats a plus.
*sigh*
i dont know why i keep this journal. it almost seems silly at times, but its something that i just dont wanna let go of. not that anyone reads it, but...ive been filling this thing up with nonsense since 2002. so, why stop now?? i will continue to write about life and all its sweetness. yep. im gonna keep on delivering useless babble, and the occasional nugget of genius, for as long as i can use my fingers to type. woooo. hooooo. im tired, its only 7 20 ish. lol. im old, ya?
im going now.
gooooood night sweetness.
onward.
nothing new really.
im working, and still liking my job. being a dental assistant is fun, and challenging. i like the dr. i work for. so all is well there. katy is growing like a weed. shes mastered walking, and is now trying to perfect such things as "dancing" and "swearing at the microwave". lol. cambria is being a good dog, so she will live to see another day. and the first day of spring is coming. so thats a plus.
*sigh*
i dont know why i keep this journal. it almost seems silly at times, but its something that i just dont wanna let go of. not that anyone reads it, but...ive been filling this thing up with nonsense since 2002. so, why stop now?? i will continue to write about life and all its sweetness. yep. im gonna keep on delivering useless babble, and the occasional nugget of genius, for as long as i can use my fingers to type. woooo. hooooo. im tired, its only 7 20 ish. lol. im old, ya?
im going now.
gooooood night sweetness.