even artichokes have hearts
with little hand control, i managed to click on the x in the top right corner of the screen.
this unintentional action caused the deletion of a livejournal entry in the works.
therefore, the following post will be dreadfully bland and i apologize for this.
i do not love repetition and the feeling of deja vu.
i arose this morning with a shudder from the brazen light gleaming in through the blinds.
it was evidently past noon judging by the luminosity of the burning star.
i glanced over at the time and i emitted a sigh of self-disappointment.
due to the anticipation of a blanket of snow the prior evening, i had not set the alarm.
this resulted, naturally, in my absence at the prison system we have entitled school.
out of unexpected and inexplainable fatigure, i continued to lie under the covers.
i evaluated my actions, or lack thereof, and concluded the thirteen hour slumber was well worth it.
i scurried down the stairs an hour following my awakening on the hunt to satisfy my taste buds.
being the amateur chef that i am, i was only able to provide myself with a bowl of instant noodle.
fortunately, this simplistic meal is rather delicious and satisfied me for the time being.
i attempted to exercise in the comfort of my basement viewing the film collateral.
this quickly failed and i headed back to my disgusting bedroom where i imprisoned myself for hours.
i slouched in my seat listening to roni size while discussing life with cherry.
i viewed parts of the chappelle show and i did not find it to be as humourous as claimed.
i conversed with hero, mufasa, manager, and konstantine on and off via telephone.
i engaged in terrible online conversations with those who were starving for entertainment.
these acts of mere nothingness drove me into a state of temporary depression and insanity.
i needed desperately to escape - even if only for a while.
my mother arrived home from her supermarket adventure with take-out for the evening.
unfortunately, her idea of takeout was rather disheartening as she purchased dinner from kfc.
this was, in many ways, expected - it is tuesday evening and on tuesdays, chicken is two dollars.
i consumed mere portions of it attempting to avoid the lipids infesting the meat.
i then proceeded to lather my tongue with sweet fat-free yogurt.
apparently, this yogurt business is rather healthy, so therefore, i have developed a love.
following dinner, i decided it was time to flee the streetsville house of mine.
i ventured my way under dangerous driving conditions to cherry's residence.
we then continued our journey to the mall where i was obliged to deliver a few resumes.
there, i observed the work habits of others and naturally, i was dissatisfied with the world.
we roamed the mall in search of adventure; however, we found none in the desolate halls.
lingo was enjoying her hmv hours as she enlightened us with her love life details.
she also provided me with a lovely gift to share with one of the opposite sex.
it is a set of two keychains - each with a piece of a heart.
i have yet to find the male who will receive this rather tacky love symbol.
prior to the closing time of the mall, we found a dear peer - undone.
she was leaving her place of employment and decided to join in on the hunt for joy.
we concluded the evening at tim horton's where we discussed secondary school life.
our conversation danced around people, academics, architecture, food and intoxication.
following a lovely time, we decided to head home before the attack of inclement weather.
on the way home, the radio unleashed death from above 1979 into my car.
it was a beautiful sound as i enjoyed "romantic rights" from my automobile speakers.
the radiohead album, "ok computer", is currently missing from the toyota.
boring b is holding my cd and he has yet to return it to me.
i am in a state of utter euphoria.
although i have nothing to create such a sensation for me - i feel it in my bones.
perhaps it is the reassuring words of tbone or the anticipation of another absence.
i discussed my relationships with the opposite sex briefly with konstantine.
i have come to the conclusion that i am drawn to an aura of mystery.
it is a terrible thing to be attracted to the unknown.
i do not yearn to be ignorant of facts concerning another; however, i am drawn to it.
how curious, how absolutely curious.
in the past week, i have heard the phrase "men do not make sense" excessively used.
i believe that we, as females, are equally perplexing.
humans are a mystery in themselves - we do the most illogical of things.
i am expecting, with high hopes, another day wasted by natural wonders.
my lethargic state of mind calls for the decision of absence.
i have not performed my academic duties for tomorrow and therefore, i must evade school.
unfortunately, there is a deca meeting to be had and it seems essential to my getaway.
if i am to venture to california, i must discuss vital details with certain administration.
oh, how i am anticipating this departure - i will be free in some senses.
tomorrow evening, hero and i will be embarking on an adventure.
i am uncertain as to how exciting this will be or if it is an adventure at all.
i have missed her presence, however, as i no longer share a lunch with this girl.
i will be conducting a number of interviews for the kiosk and the store thursday evening.
i have telephoned a good amount of candidates to be arriving for this interrogation period.
already, with a few words exchanged, i have determined the letdowns of the night.
one of the victims is a frequent customer and has a rather odd fascination with my existence.
he is a latino man of age twenty-two who often prowls the cart area.
never have his spanish lips exhaled a single breath to me - a single word of acknowledgement.
he is rather timid and bashful; however, he frightens me nonetheless.
in an earlier episode, he confessed to my dear co-worker that he adores me.
he questioned my co-worker as to whether i am fond of "latino heat".
naturally, i became paranoid of his sexual aspirations and i have reacted with avoidance.
fortunately, i am aware that he is still much too spineless to approach me.
due to this, i will be sadistic in interviewing this man as he will have no choice but to speak.
with his yearnings for a sales position, he will not dare to advance on his emotions.
he will be forced to play a role and i will smile underneath my professional facade.
perhaps, if he proves himself worthy of such an opportunity, he will be hired.
despite my seemingly cruel self, i believe in the fairness of the employment system.
i will not allow an emotion to influence my judgment on one's validity as a potential employee.
at the moment, i cannot stray away from thoughts of the latino galileo.
though he has proven himself unworthy of my time, i am drawn to his glow.
this inexplicable aura is rather bothersome as i am aware it leads to a hollow core.
unfortunately, he has unleashed his schizophrenic self and has enticed me with his simple words.
he questioned me as to why i did not invite him out friday evening for a night out on the town.
i replied with the obvious and he seemed insulted despite the validity of my statement.
i confessed to miss dee that i was still dwelling on the boy.
she replied with "i know" - it is evident as he is the topic of conversation day-to-day.
i recall a time when the girl told me that my attractions bring a twinkle to my eye.
she stated that she loved when i was infatuated with another person.
i would be happy - even for a moment - knowing that person existed.
it is unfortunate this happens often with the wrong subjects.
i should avoid this chase and adjust to the advantages of a single life.
after all, it is not a terrible life at all and i suffer no disappointments.
i am searching endlessly for thoughts to place in this white box.
at this time of night, it seems the world has fallen asleep to the emergence of the stars.
due to a random aspiration to continue with the current entry, i shall provide the world with poetry.
here, to the livejournal world, is my sonnet entitled "goya's vision":
A slight gaze upon the painter's palette:
An exposition of colour and sound,
And upon it, an outlined silhouette
Of one who possesses the hunting ground.
A thought unleashed through the refined tress,
Electrical dance of the hand and mind,
The aspiration to lead and express
Flourishing notions for years confined.
Stranger to anguish, the touch of Hypnos,
Upon the paled complexion of the one.
Coldness lingers to leave her comatose,
Eyelids closed to the liquidous black run,
Ominous portrait of her mind transfers:
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
i am uncertain as why i decided to compose such a fourteen line piece.
this was created following a request by insane to complete her english homework.
naturally, i declined her offer as she is enrolled in the wonderful world of international baccalaureate.
i would prefer to stray away from this world - my past - as much as possible.
she believes me to be the goddess of english and therefore, worthy of completing her duties.
i cannot stand the feeling of being a simple tool for the world - to be used and abused.
though i understand her intentions were utterly genuine, i am still offended at times.
cherry once suggested that i attend her english night school classes as her for her benefit.
i do not enjoy attending day school - what would possess me to attend night school for another?
insane has attempted to convince me to complete her IB essays on a number occasions.
if i ever loved english, this adoration has been stripped by the words of others.
once i am obligated to perform a task with the absence of my free will, i detest the task.
it is because of this reoccurence that i loathe the world of art class.
classes and courses create a resentment for all that i am interested in.
this entry has reached a length to provide temporary contentment to my world.
indulge in my drab and colourless words.
"without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."
early morning edit/update:
if only pure sweetness was offered says:
the ego is supposed to be the id's bitch
if only pure sweetness was offered says:
i dont know
the id's bitch - player, you are my psychology hero.
i have never heard freud's works so lovely paraphrased.
this unintentional action caused the deletion of a livejournal entry in the works.
therefore, the following post will be dreadfully bland and i apologize for this.
i do not love repetition and the feeling of deja vu.
i arose this morning with a shudder from the brazen light gleaming in through the blinds.
it was evidently past noon judging by the luminosity of the burning star.
i glanced over at the time and i emitted a sigh of self-disappointment.
due to the anticipation of a blanket of snow the prior evening, i had not set the alarm.
this resulted, naturally, in my absence at the prison system we have entitled school.
out of unexpected and inexplainable fatigure, i continued to lie under the covers.
i evaluated my actions, or lack thereof, and concluded the thirteen hour slumber was well worth it.
i scurried down the stairs an hour following my awakening on the hunt to satisfy my taste buds.
being the amateur chef that i am, i was only able to provide myself with a bowl of instant noodle.
fortunately, this simplistic meal is rather delicious and satisfied me for the time being.
i attempted to exercise in the comfort of my basement viewing the film collateral.
this quickly failed and i headed back to my disgusting bedroom where i imprisoned myself for hours.
i slouched in my seat listening to roni size while discussing life with cherry.
i viewed parts of the chappelle show and i did not find it to be as humourous as claimed.
i conversed with hero, mufasa, manager, and konstantine on and off via telephone.
i engaged in terrible online conversations with those who were starving for entertainment.
these acts of mere nothingness drove me into a state of temporary depression and insanity.
i needed desperately to escape - even if only for a while.
my mother arrived home from her supermarket adventure with take-out for the evening.
unfortunately, her idea of takeout was rather disheartening as she purchased dinner from kfc.
this was, in many ways, expected - it is tuesday evening and on tuesdays, chicken is two dollars.
i consumed mere portions of it attempting to avoid the lipids infesting the meat.
i then proceeded to lather my tongue with sweet fat-free yogurt.
apparently, this yogurt business is rather healthy, so therefore, i have developed a love.
following dinner, i decided it was time to flee the streetsville house of mine.
i ventured my way under dangerous driving conditions to cherry's residence.
we then continued our journey to the mall where i was obliged to deliver a few resumes.
there, i observed the work habits of others and naturally, i was dissatisfied with the world.
we roamed the mall in search of adventure; however, we found none in the desolate halls.
lingo was enjoying her hmv hours as she enlightened us with her love life details.
she also provided me with a lovely gift to share with one of the opposite sex.
it is a set of two keychains - each with a piece of a heart.
i have yet to find the male who will receive this rather tacky love symbol.
prior to the closing time of the mall, we found a dear peer - undone.
she was leaving her place of employment and decided to join in on the hunt for joy.
we concluded the evening at tim horton's where we discussed secondary school life.
our conversation danced around people, academics, architecture, food and intoxication.
following a lovely time, we decided to head home before the attack of inclement weather.
on the way home, the radio unleashed death from above 1979 into my car.
it was a beautiful sound as i enjoyed "romantic rights" from my automobile speakers.
the radiohead album, "ok computer", is currently missing from the toyota.
boring b is holding my cd and he has yet to return it to me.
i am in a state of utter euphoria.
although i have nothing to create such a sensation for me - i feel it in my bones.
perhaps it is the reassuring words of tbone or the anticipation of another absence.
i discussed my relationships with the opposite sex briefly with konstantine.
i have come to the conclusion that i am drawn to an aura of mystery.
it is a terrible thing to be attracted to the unknown.
i do not yearn to be ignorant of facts concerning another; however, i am drawn to it.
how curious, how absolutely curious.
in the past week, i have heard the phrase "men do not make sense" excessively used.
i believe that we, as females, are equally perplexing.
humans are a mystery in themselves - we do the most illogical of things.
i am expecting, with high hopes, another day wasted by natural wonders.
my lethargic state of mind calls for the decision of absence.
i have not performed my academic duties for tomorrow and therefore, i must evade school.
unfortunately, there is a deca meeting to be had and it seems essential to my getaway.
if i am to venture to california, i must discuss vital details with certain administration.
oh, how i am anticipating this departure - i will be free in some senses.
tomorrow evening, hero and i will be embarking on an adventure.
i am uncertain as to how exciting this will be or if it is an adventure at all.
i have missed her presence, however, as i no longer share a lunch with this girl.
i will be conducting a number of interviews for the kiosk and the store thursday evening.
i have telephoned a good amount of candidates to be arriving for this interrogation period.
already, with a few words exchanged, i have determined the letdowns of the night.
one of the victims is a frequent customer and has a rather odd fascination with my existence.
he is a latino man of age twenty-two who often prowls the cart area.
never have his spanish lips exhaled a single breath to me - a single word of acknowledgement.
he is rather timid and bashful; however, he frightens me nonetheless.
in an earlier episode, he confessed to my dear co-worker that he adores me.
he questioned my co-worker as to whether i am fond of "latino heat".
naturally, i became paranoid of his sexual aspirations and i have reacted with avoidance.
fortunately, i am aware that he is still much too spineless to approach me.
due to this, i will be sadistic in interviewing this man as he will have no choice but to speak.
with his yearnings for a sales position, he will not dare to advance on his emotions.
he will be forced to play a role and i will smile underneath my professional facade.
perhaps, if he proves himself worthy of such an opportunity, he will be hired.
despite my seemingly cruel self, i believe in the fairness of the employment system.
i will not allow an emotion to influence my judgment on one's validity as a potential employee.
at the moment, i cannot stray away from thoughts of the latino galileo.
though he has proven himself unworthy of my time, i am drawn to his glow.
this inexplicable aura is rather bothersome as i am aware it leads to a hollow core.
unfortunately, he has unleashed his schizophrenic self and has enticed me with his simple words.
he questioned me as to why i did not invite him out friday evening for a night out on the town.
i replied with the obvious and he seemed insulted despite the validity of my statement.
i confessed to miss dee that i was still dwelling on the boy.
she replied with "i know" - it is evident as he is the topic of conversation day-to-day.
i recall a time when the girl told me that my attractions bring a twinkle to my eye.
she stated that she loved when i was infatuated with another person.
i would be happy - even for a moment - knowing that person existed.
it is unfortunate this happens often with the wrong subjects.
i should avoid this chase and adjust to the advantages of a single life.
after all, it is not a terrible life at all and i suffer no disappointments.
i am searching endlessly for thoughts to place in this white box.
at this time of night, it seems the world has fallen asleep to the emergence of the stars.
due to a random aspiration to continue with the current entry, i shall provide the world with poetry.
here, to the livejournal world, is my sonnet entitled "goya's vision":
A slight gaze upon the painter's palette:
An exposition of colour and sound,
And upon it, an outlined silhouette
Of one who possesses the hunting ground.
A thought unleashed through the refined tress,
Electrical dance of the hand and mind,
The aspiration to lead and express
Flourishing notions for years confined.
Stranger to anguish, the touch of Hypnos,
Upon the paled complexion of the one.
Coldness lingers to leave her comatose,
Eyelids closed to the liquidous black run,
Ominous portrait of her mind transfers:
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
i am uncertain as why i decided to compose such a fourteen line piece.
this was created following a request by insane to complete her english homework.
naturally, i declined her offer as she is enrolled in the wonderful world of international baccalaureate.
i would prefer to stray away from this world - my past - as much as possible.
she believes me to be the goddess of english and therefore, worthy of completing her duties.
i cannot stand the feeling of being a simple tool for the world - to be used and abused.
though i understand her intentions were utterly genuine, i am still offended at times.
cherry once suggested that i attend her english night school classes as her for her benefit.
i do not enjoy attending day school - what would possess me to attend night school for another?
insane has attempted to convince me to complete her IB essays on a number occasions.
if i ever loved english, this adoration has been stripped by the words of others.
once i am obligated to perform a task with the absence of my free will, i detest the task.
it is because of this reoccurence that i loathe the world of art class.
classes and courses create a resentment for all that i am interested in.
this entry has reached a length to provide temporary contentment to my world.
indulge in my drab and colourless words.
"without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."
early morning edit/update:
if only pure sweetness was offered says:
the ego is supposed to be the id's bitch
if only pure sweetness was offered says:
i dont know
the id's bitch - player, you are my psychology hero.
i have never heard freud's works so lovely paraphrased.