weekend filled with Cannibalism, jedi powers, magic secrets, and a boat ride to scerenity
Since my last posting it has become obvious that i will not, in the forseeable future stop posting. At the point im at right now i need this, something about this journal keeps my mind fresh. She has told me this through the troubles we have faced and after everything finally believe her.
The troubles have been sported, they're still therte but just not as bothersome, its things that are beaing dealt with and hopefully will only help us grow, if not then all of this will have been a waste of time. There are days when i can feel the future tear us apart. that feeling is around me right now.
with this we have turned our faces at the promise we wont fall. you see Vancouver though a pretty place has one bad spot, you are no one unless you think everyone else is no one. Thats the thing unless you better than everyone you just another person. You shop to feel part of this, eveyr where is a secret competition, no one will ever adnmit it because its not the "it" thing to do.
But everyone is sizing every one up, is that bag real? where'd they get that? slowly it gets worse thjat they're so caught up in their own world that noone gets reconised, everyone is self obsessing...i sometimes get this way as well, only when im downtown or in the westend...this is how these people live and it spreads very quickly. the mainstream here is to be non mainstream...even shopping at a grocery store is faulty, a true vancouverite will go to the markets, the secret shops they call theirs even though thousands of other have it as theirs as well. Everyone striving for their own since of individuality. but now im ranting and will stop...
I just hate feeling like that, like i have to prove im an individual. grr
on more positive notes i have finished reading harry potter exactly 24 hours from the time i started reading it, that is minus sleep and eating times as well a two hours remake of what seemed to be a scene from notebooks where the boy rows the girls (either that or some other sappy romance novel) but in stead of romance she tried to lie down to get a tan while i tried to make it so while she tried to manuver we didnt both have to show how well we swim, and also with are cliche "friend couple" we blaze the lake up with fires and smoke. now i bet they didnt do THAT in notebook. But yes the wizardry is over for me once again and after reading the ending which has already been ruined for those who havent yet ghot a chance to read it i cant help but think this next book will be damn good, and damn well not for kids....parents have you actually read this stuff??? when i have kids that aint reading htis until they at least 8-10 i seen five year olds in line at midnight...wtf???
Also my master replicas fx darthvader lightsaber came in so that been my inbetween reads play toy, every houirs or so i pretend im taking over the galaxy and mind tricking everyone into doing my bidding if not the will bow down to the power of the force mwuahahahahahaha...(ok im a geek when it comes to this one thing..give me a break and let me have it :) )
And for my lqast bit in this unusually long but helpful and personally welcome posting why is it that when we get hurt we instinctivly suck at the wound?
The troubles have been sported, they're still therte but just not as bothersome, its things that are beaing dealt with and hopefully will only help us grow, if not then all of this will have been a waste of time. There are days when i can feel the future tear us apart. that feeling is around me right now.
with this we have turned our faces at the promise we wont fall. you see Vancouver though a pretty place has one bad spot, you are no one unless you think everyone else is no one. Thats the thing unless you better than everyone you just another person. You shop to feel part of this, eveyr where is a secret competition, no one will ever adnmit it because its not the "it" thing to do.
But everyone is sizing every one up, is that bag real? where'd they get that? slowly it gets worse thjat they're so caught up in their own world that noone gets reconised, everyone is self obsessing...i sometimes get this way as well, only when im downtown or in the westend...this is how these people live and it spreads very quickly. the mainstream here is to be non mainstream...even shopping at a grocery store is faulty, a true vancouverite will go to the markets, the secret shops they call theirs even though thousands of other have it as theirs as well. Everyone striving for their own since of individuality. but now im ranting and will stop...
I just hate feeling like that, like i have to prove im an individual. grr
on more positive notes i have finished reading harry potter exactly 24 hours from the time i started reading it, that is minus sleep and eating times as well a two hours remake of what seemed to be a scene from notebooks where the boy rows the girls (either that or some other sappy romance novel) but in stead of romance she tried to lie down to get a tan while i tried to make it so while she tried to manuver we didnt both have to show how well we swim, and also with are cliche "friend couple" we blaze the lake up with fires and smoke. now i bet they didnt do THAT in notebook. But yes the wizardry is over for me once again and after reading the ending which has already been ruined for those who havent yet ghot a chance to read it i cant help but think this next book will be damn good, and damn well not for kids....parents have you actually read this stuff??? when i have kids that aint reading htis until they at least 8-10 i seen five year olds in line at midnight...wtf???
Also my master replicas fx darthvader lightsaber came in so that been my inbetween reads play toy, every houirs or so i pretend im taking over the galaxy and mind tricking everyone into doing my bidding if not the will bow down to the power of the force mwuahahahahahaha...(ok im a geek when it comes to this one thing..give me a break and let me have it :) )
And for my lqast bit in this unusually long but helpful and personally welcome posting why is it that when we get hurt we instinctivly suck at the wound?