tell me when will you be mine? tell me quando quando quannndooo
sometimes when i've been home alone all day i do a whole lot of nothing.
today was one of those days.
it's days like that that really remind you in retrospect that you're an excellent time-waster.
and that you're entirely capable of kicking yourself into gear if only you damn well try to.
i read in the view the other day that hyphens are being erased from 'proper' contemporary english.
the new webster's has something like seventeen-thousand entries revamped sans-dash.
i've decided in honour of said hyphen-reaping that this entry (and frankly, my dialect as a whole) ought to contain as much hyphenization as possible. proper or improper, i don't really care. after all, i never particularly capitalize unless i'm trying to make a point or hand in a paper. See how different It can make what I say appear?
alright, so i'm just stoned and rambling.
but if you've eyed my illiterate ramblings this far, you must be a) stoned b) bored c)a stalker d) a&b or e) a,b&c
i'd love to meet the person who came up with multiple choice questions like that.
what a DOUCHE.
probably the kind of douche that stands behind you in line and crowds you from behind. fuckin' douche.
or the kinda douche that when you're in the sweetest spot in an empty movie theatre comes and sits directly in front of you. with his big-haired girlfriend, their loud-mouthed kid and a ton of noisy-slurpy-crinkly-chewy-mouth-smacking foodstuffs. with b.o.. fuckin' douche.
laura had a really thought-provoking epiphany yesterday: we have so much time here.
i know, i know, we all know that, right?
but i mean, THINK about how many minutes will pass in our lifetimes.
with the 80-100 years we are alotted on this planet, it is entirely possible to live many lifetimes. (let alone what lifetimes we've lived before ;) )
when i was a little girl and grown-ups would ask me what i wanted to be... my answer varied completely and genuinely.
i wanted to be an archaeologist. dig up dinosaur bones and talk at museums and universities. write books on the things i find in the dirt and make money for getting dusty with cool underground x-rays.
i wanted to be a psychiatrist. teach people to find answers and strength from within and charge three-hundred bucks an hour for it. listen to them rant about their crazy lives with their crazy minds and secretly compare to my own neuroses.
i wanted to be a freelance journalist. travel the world and write about the people and places i encountered. make a living off telling stories from my everyday life. be the next hunter s. thompson, only cooler, younger, canadian and female.
i wanted to be a teacher. and i will be some day, i think. but not until i'm at least fifty. that's the proviso behind that career. have enough experience to confidently be able to teach young minds. the best teachers are ones that teach without books.
i can still do all of these things.
the fact that i'm twenty-one years old and haven't committed to a path yet doesn't make me any less of a person.
i personally feel that it makes me a little more alive. i'm actually here to do what i want.
you're always told that you can be anything you want as a kid.
so what if i want to be everything? anything?
i'd love to be a secretary, a flight attendant, a zookeeper, a bartender, a store owner, a personal shopper, an editor of a magazine, a PR rep, a DJ, a lifeguard, a coach, an explorer, a negotiator, a comedienne, a screenplay writer, a porn star, a surfer, a magician, a mathemagician...
first step?
get out of hamilton!
today was one of those days.
it's days like that that really remind you in retrospect that you're an excellent time-waster.
and that you're entirely capable of kicking yourself into gear if only you damn well try to.
i read in the view the other day that hyphens are being erased from 'proper' contemporary english.
the new webster's has something like seventeen-thousand entries revamped sans-dash.
i've decided in honour of said hyphen-reaping that this entry (and frankly, my dialect as a whole) ought to contain as much hyphenization as possible. proper or improper, i don't really care. after all, i never particularly capitalize unless i'm trying to make a point or hand in a paper. See how different It can make what I say appear?
alright, so i'm just stoned and rambling.
but if you've eyed my illiterate ramblings this far, you must be a) stoned b) bored c)a stalker d) a&b or e) a,b&c
i'd love to meet the person who came up with multiple choice questions like that.
what a DOUCHE.
probably the kind of douche that stands behind you in line and crowds you from behind. fuckin' douche.
or the kinda douche that when you're in the sweetest spot in an empty movie theatre comes and sits directly in front of you. with his big-haired girlfriend, their loud-mouthed kid and a ton of noisy-slurpy-crinkly-chewy-mouth-smacking foodstuffs. with b.o.. fuckin' douche.
laura had a really thought-provoking epiphany yesterday: we have so much time here.
i know, i know, we all know that, right?
but i mean, THINK about how many minutes will pass in our lifetimes.
with the 80-100 years we are alotted on this planet, it is entirely possible to live many lifetimes. (let alone what lifetimes we've lived before ;) )
when i was a little girl and grown-ups would ask me what i wanted to be... my answer varied completely and genuinely.
i wanted to be an archaeologist. dig up dinosaur bones and talk at museums and universities. write books on the things i find in the dirt and make money for getting dusty with cool underground x-rays.
i wanted to be a psychiatrist. teach people to find answers and strength from within and charge three-hundred bucks an hour for it. listen to them rant about their crazy lives with their crazy minds and secretly compare to my own neuroses.
i wanted to be a freelance journalist. travel the world and write about the people and places i encountered. make a living off telling stories from my everyday life. be the next hunter s. thompson, only cooler, younger, canadian and female.
i wanted to be a teacher. and i will be some day, i think. but not until i'm at least fifty. that's the proviso behind that career. have enough experience to confidently be able to teach young minds. the best teachers are ones that teach without books.
i can still do all of these things.
the fact that i'm twenty-one years old and haven't committed to a path yet doesn't make me any less of a person.
i personally feel that it makes me a little more alive. i'm actually here to do what i want.
you're always told that you can be anything you want as a kid.
so what if i want to be everything? anything?
i'd love to be a secretary, a flight attendant, a zookeeper, a bartender, a store owner, a personal shopper, an editor of a magazine, a PR rep, a DJ, a lifeguard, a coach, an explorer, a negotiator, a comedienne, a screenplay writer, a porn star, a surfer, a magician, a mathemagician...
first step?
get out of hamilton!