Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Yee haw!

Can I just say (now that the guy is out of the hospital and I won't feel too bad) I find it absolutely hilarious that Dick Cheney shot someone. Add the heart attack and well the late night copy practically writes iteself (read: David Letterman- "They found the WMD and its Dick Cheney).

If the Bush administration stays on coarse then we are just a few pretzel chokings, bike wrecks, gun control advertisments and blantant lies to the American public away from a more entertaining presidental term than even Bill Clinton was able to provide. (And I got quite a few laughs out of "the meaning of is" and "I did not have sexual relations with that women, Miss Lewinsky.")

Saturday, February 18, 2006

"Life is short, but wide."

A quote from Rebecca Wells in Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, which, despite what the butchered movie version might convey, is an immensley thought provoking, touch you down to your toes kind of book. What do the words mean? To me: you may not have a lot of time, but you have a lot of room to experiment. A kind of "stay the course" philosophy on life, if you will.

You can't read this book without thinking about your mother and thinking about what it really means to be a mother. If you never truly appreciated how much children can suck every last ounce of life and energy from a women then you will. Also as a child you will be forced to examine how what your parents did to you, with you, to each other, to themselves made you who you are today. Nurture over nature anyone?

This is territory I have already traveled. I had a pretty perfect childhood so mostly its, "thank God I have my parents and not someone elses (really doesn't make sense does it?)." Don't worry though if you don't have much to blame your parent's for...its extremely fun to turn this introspection onto others (for you, I mean, not them).

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

The Freshmen

When I was young I knew everything
She a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks' worth of
Valium and slept
And now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen

This felt valentine-y to me today. That's probably not good, please disregard this obvious cry for help.

Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day.

p.s. please don't shoot

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


So I've been told this blog is funny. It's a lot of pressure to write something people want to read everyday (if you want proof then look at my last entry). I haven't been feeling particularly witty lately or up to entertaining anyone so I haven't written in awhile. Inspiration is a funny thing, normally to get inspired I need to see something inspiring. Wow that sure is deep (yes i know what you are thinking...duh!). Still, I dabble with writing stories, poetry and even occassionally art (although that particular medium would be better off without me). I usually feel like writing when I see or read something that impresses me or makes me think. Even a particulary good song will get the creative juices flowing. Sometimes when I know I really should make an entry but I'm not feeling very inspired I'll just read other blogs until one sparks something. More often then not if I can't be inspired then I can't write anything that is worth a crap.

that makes me feel unoriginal, because you should be able to inspire yourself right? Still I'm boring and everyone out there in the great wide world is interesting so why shouldn't that inspire me. So I guess what I'm saying is individual art, at least for me, is a matter of joint creativity. I'm glad there are lots of talented and different people out there because they help make my life interesting.