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Saturday, August 04, 2007

We met on a Mountain -- New story idea

"Boobs get in the way of everything. Have you ever noticed that?" she asked flopping down on the bed.

Her brother looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, typing away at his lap top. "Well jeeze Sarah I wouldn't really have had the opportunity to notice seeing as how I DON'T HAVE BREASTS!" he responded exaggeratedly, a grin slipping onto his face.

"Well maybe you should try having them sometime Braden," she shot back. "They're tough. They're always there; catching food, getting 'accidentally' knocked into, popping out of bathing suits. They're a bloody pain I tell you."

Braden was struggling to smother his laughter. "They sound like it. I appreciate your pain and thank your part of the human race for enduring for our sake."

"Oh shut up Braden, you have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really? That's a little insensitive of you to point out you know. Us boobless ones have feelings too!"

Sarah laughed and pushed herself into a sitting postition. Her sly smile caught Braden's eye. "What?" he demanded suspiciously.

"Well I was just thinking that... Well I'd have a lot more consideration for your feelings if you actually KNEW what I was going through."

"Oh? And how do you propose to do that oh great one?"

Sarah cackled and pulled out a flashy pink bra from behind her back. "Empathetic Therapy!" she shouted throwing herself at her older brother.

He shrieked in mock fear and tried to scramble out of her way but his rolly chair betrayed him at the last moment and he shot onto the floor. Sarah tackled him and without much more of a fight managed to get the bra on him.

"You know I'm only doing this because I love you right?" he demanded.

Sarah brushed him off. "Yeah, right, whatever. It's becuase you've secretly wondered what having boobs is like all these years. And your're just as bored as I am."

Braden faked sheepishness and tucked his chin down embarrasedly. "Yeeeaahh, you're right- HEY! Watch where you're putting those things!" he yelled as Sarah proceded to shove socks in to the loose bra.

"I now challenge you to a ping pong duel!" Sarah declared. "Let's see how long you can outlast me with BOOBS in your way!" she cackled manically as she led the way to the games room.

Braden lost miserably. "I have to adjust my entire hand-eye coordination!" he'd screeched after his thirty-second missed ball. Sarah had just laughed and pelted more balls at him.

He was bouncing around the games room flapping his hands at the wrists and singing to Avril Lavigne in a high-pitched falsetto with Sarah laughing herself sore on the floor when a loud expletive alerted them to another presence.

"What the HELL are you doing!"

Sarah opened her eyes, still wheezing and took in the tableau in front of her. Her brother, dressed in his habitual dark clolours, his hair gelled into a lazy sideways faux-hawk sporting a bright pink bra stuffed with socks mouth frozen in the middle of singing staring at the door to the games room. Her brother's best friend, Jimmy, standing in the doorway, his own jaw slack as he took in the sight before him, twitching as he tried not to laugh and the dulcet tones of Sk8ter boi still floating in the background.

Sarah took one look and burst into laugher all over again before launching herself up and into Jimmy's arms as he broke down as well.

"It's only because I love my sister so much man. I SWEAR!" Braden yelled over the music as he too collapsed into laughter.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Exam Time!

Yet again exam time is here and yet again I am kicking myself for putting off my readings throughout the semester. I'm constantly asking myself 'why should I read. It's not like I don't take notes in class.' And then we get to exams and I turn into a big ball of mushy confusion becuase I have NO idea what's going on with the test in front of me. It's nuts, it really is but I have one more problem... I don't really care.

Now that might sound odd, but I really don't. What am I doing this moment instead of studying? Typing up a completely pointless blog. What am I going to do when I'm done typing this blog? Edit a story that I have written in small hopes that I'll get it published, all this quite simply because a) studying bores me and b) I can't really bring myself to freak out about it becuase I don't see there being any point.

So what does this mean? Does it mean I'm completely apathetic and this not caring will spread into the rest of my life?

I really hope not. Sometimes I feel like it already has but then again I deal with all my problems in a way that can be defined by one simple word: ignorance. Things bother me: I ignore them. Things upset me: I ignore them. Things aren't working out, are getting more complicated than I can handle or are getting too close to upsettting me: I ignore them. Ignorance is bliss. I'm starting to realize that it's a pretty shitty way to deal with stuff so I'm slowly changing that dealing mechanism but this is one thing that I can't bring myself to care about. Studying. WHY! Why oh why would I stress myself out about something that doesn't really matter? I suppose it might matter in the very long run, but right now all it's going to do is stress me out, most indubitably give me a headache, make me frustrated and angry and probably make me sick. So why would I put myself through that? I think it's a perfectly valid and logical argument. I just have to find an answer....

For the moment... I'm done.

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Inspiration

     When I am dead my dearest,
          Sing no sad songs for me;
     Plant thou no roses at my head,
          Nor shady cypress tree:
     Be the green grass above me
          With showers and dewdrops wet;
     And if thou wilt, remember,
          And if thou wilt, forget.

     I shall not see the shadows,
          I shall not feel the rain;
     I shall not hear the nightengale
          Sing on, as if in pain:
     And dreaming through the twilight
          That doth not rise nor set,
     Haply* I may remember,
          And haply may forget.

"Song" (1848)
Christina Rossetti

haply - perhaps

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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Hug-ee

Have you ever felt so much like ass that you just wanted to stay in the dark, wrapped in a blanket with a never ending supply of warm beverage (hot chocolate is my personal favourite) and Swedish Berries and listen to not necessarily sad but...mellow music? Well I'm in just such a spot and have been for a little while. I'd forgotten how painful crying until you hiccup is. It gives you a headache, big air bubbles in your chest, sore eyes, dry lips, and makes you look thoroughly unattractive when you answer the door.
And then if you have glasses you have to either keep them off or wipe under them and they get all fogged up periodically. It basically makes crying a gazillion times worse.
If you could just cry and then not get the headache or the clogged nasal passages and if someone could magically appear and not ask questions but just hug wouldn't that be the best thing ever?
I'm in yet another pit of unhappy cryingness. I just want a hug. I wish they sold people to hug you.
Hugs are an interesting thing. Some hugs make you feel safe, some hugs make you feel happy. Sometimes you're the hugger, and other times you're the hug-ee. There are hugs that manage to make you feel worse, like when you need to be the hug-ee but you somehow feel like the hugger, and there are hugs that make you feel bad because the person you're hugging should be the hug-ee but somehome they end up feeling like the hugger.
Like I said they're funny things. I sometimes think there's an art to hugging and that some people are naturally good at it... like the arts. Some people are just naturally good at music and drawing and all that jazz. Other's are good at hugging! Simple as pie.
More on this possibly to come later when I'm happier and goofier.
The end!

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Thursday, October 26, 2006

Wide Open Spaces

Wide Open Spaces
(The Dixie Chicks)
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds a foundation of stone

Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dreams no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out West
But what it holds for her she hasn't yet guessed

She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows they're high stakes

She traveled this road as a child
Wide-eyed and grinning she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take the test

She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows they're high stakes

As her folks drive away her dad yells, "Check the oil!"
Mom stares out the window and says
"I'm leaving my girl."
She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago
When she stood there and let her own folks know"

She needed wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needed new faces
She knows they're high stakes

Okay well here it is. Matt's song of the week.
This is my song of the week after going through weeks of ignoring things that sit happily in front of me I faced them. I wrote a letter to my parents. It was... long and interesting and I hope it'll get the job done and this is pretty much my sentiments lately.
On a random side note my nose-al area has been really itchy for the past few days, it's starting to get rather aggravating actually.
Right so, yeah Matt's been feeling shitty what with her parents pretending everything is all right and ingoring her statement about dropping out of school which is totally a for sure by January at the latest and just has been feeling..... apathetic and depresso. But thats well on it's way to being fixed.
So yeah, song. It basically gets it perfectly. About leaving home and having to be willing to just take the leap into the unknown.
Well this has been sitting here for a long time without me writing anything thus I proclaim it finished.
The end

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