So today my cousin was showing me a Silly Band, which is one of those rubber bands that makes shapes and and creatures and all of that jazz.
To me it seemed like a plain green oval.
She asked me what I saw, and I told her just that; it was a plain green oval.
I was then instructed to pay close attention.
She held it upright and said, "Pickle"
and then turned it upside down and said, "Cucumber".
The sad part is?
I totally see it now as a pickle/cucumber rather than a plain green oval. I wonder if this is because it actually looks like a pickle/cucumber or just because that's what she told me it's supposed to be.
It's witchcraft I tell you.
Love,
009
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Feel the Noize
Haha just for the record, Noise is spelt wrong in the title on purpose. It's a song by Quiet Riot.Hmm so it's another one of those saturday nights...or more appropriately, sunday mornings where I can't sleep. That's right people, the desire to sleep has left the building (or body?).
I don't know why, I'm just really wired right now, but I know that if I watch TV or do some homework my drowsiness will hit me like a freight train and I'll finally understand the true extent of how tired I really am.
That's why I'm typing now. So I can avoid said scenario from happening.
I don't know about you but I'm in a bar-fighting mood.
You know those days when you just feel the need to walk into an old western saloon and challenge the first bow-legged, over weight, toothless man you see to a shoot out?
On the other hand, maybe not...
Well I think I'm going to go save some orphans from a ferocious gang of bears who beat their victims with sticks. I was going to try and redecorate my blog...but I probably won't have time, those bears are pretty notorious.I hope you have a good time during those few awkward hours between night and morning.
Good bye for now,
Love,
009
Love the Way You Lie
Even though I'm not a fan of Pop Culture, I still know it like the back of my hand.
My relationship with Pop Culture applies to the saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'.
Anyway I bring this up because the song 'Love the Way You Lie' has been stuck in my head for the past two days. I'm not going to lie, I actually don't mind Eminem.
Moving on...
This is my first post in almost three months. Weird, huh? Not that I was posting much to begin with :p
After a summer in four different states it's nice to be back in California. I feel bad for shifting to a generally serious subject on my first post since I've been back but it's been on my mind recently.
I just can't help but feel sympathetic for my great grandmother, I mean this woman practically raised me, while my parents were doing...whatever they were doing at the time, I spent the first few years of my life with her.
She isn't exactly a very tolerable woman, she's very independant and tends to meddle in the affairs of others but she's had such a horrible life, filled with abuse and hardships, and now she's elderly and although she may not admit it, she's become increasingly fragile over the years.
Her children are both dead, one blew himself up while trying to escape from prison, the other had a heart-attack at forty, and she only has one grandchild who will take care of her (i.e. my dad). Even then there are so many people in my family who talk horribly about her behind her back on a daily basis. It shouldn't matter about what she's done in the past or even how difficult she can be sometimes.
I call twice a week and try to visit at least every other weekend, but it's hard when no one else is putting effort into maintaining a relationship with her. It makes her happy when someone calls or vists.
She's just so lonely. That's not how it's supposed to be.
But then again, nothing's the way it's supposed to be anymore.
That's life.
I remember when I was younger I absolutely despised the phrase, "Life's unfair".
My mom used it against me on almost everything.
I have a new understanding of that phrase now than I did seven years ago.
Will I still interpret that phrase the same way seven years from now?
Love,
009
My relationship with Pop Culture applies to the saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'.
Anyway I bring this up because the song 'Love the Way You Lie' has been stuck in my head for the past two days. I'm not going to lie, I actually don't mind Eminem.
Moving on...
This is my first post in almost three months. Weird, huh? Not that I was posting much to begin with :p
After a summer in four different states it's nice to be back in California. I feel bad for shifting to a generally serious subject on my first post since I've been back but it's been on my mind recently.
I just can't help but feel sympathetic for my great grandmother, I mean this woman practically raised me, while my parents were doing...whatever they were doing at the time, I spent the first few years of my life with her.
She isn't exactly a very tolerable woman, she's very independant and tends to meddle in the affairs of others but she's had such a horrible life, filled with abuse and hardships, and now she's elderly and although she may not admit it, she's become increasingly fragile over the years.
Her children are both dead, one blew himself up while trying to escape from prison, the other had a heart-attack at forty, and she only has one grandchild who will take care of her (i.e. my dad). Even then there are so many people in my family who talk horribly about her behind her back on a daily basis. It shouldn't matter about what she's done in the past or even how difficult she can be sometimes.
I call twice a week and try to visit at least every other weekend, but it's hard when no one else is putting effort into maintaining a relationship with her. It makes her happy when someone calls or vists.
She's just so lonely. That's not how it's supposed to be.
But then again, nothing's the way it's supposed to be anymore.
That's life.
I remember when I was younger I absolutely despised the phrase, "Life's unfair".
My mom used it against me on almost everything.
I have a new understanding of that phrase now than I did seven years ago.
Will I still interpret that phrase the same way seven years from now?
Love,
009
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