Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Baby-sitting movies...

I am experiencing the boredom induced insanity that Jill goes through everytime she works. Except...I can leave whenever I want to, and she has a 12 hour shift.

7 and a half hours until she can close. I have been here for 2 hours. I learnt how to open the safe. The Movie Depot is now screwed.

2 customer so far (umm...one of them was me)...and Jill started at 11. It is now 3:30pm.

You have three days.
The countdown begins.

"When was the last time you wanted to say it all to the right person? To have it all come out right, to surprise yourself at how together you could be. When was the last time you ever met someone who made you want to give it all to them? I mean give yourself to them. Where you couldn't express yourself enough - like you wanted to cut off one of your arms to be understood. That's it - you would cut your head off to have someone understand you. You know how pointless that one is. You know how many times you've smashed yourself to bits on the rocks."

Monday, May 5, 2008

Not caring how, but just that it's done.

Last night I had a dream about an empty body. It seemed to be mine. I didn't think about why it was empty, my only concern was to fill it. It didn't matter what I filled it with, but the body needed to be filled. I need to fill the void.















But where did my insides go?

Sunday, March 30, 2008

All we have and ever will.

Procrastinating from doing math homework.
Procrastination is bad, kids.

If I could go back once again
I would change everything, yeah
If I could go back once again
I'd do it all so much better

Time won't let me go
If I could do it all again
I'd go back and change everything
But you won't ever let me go

I just want for you to be happy.


Thursday, February 28, 2008

Holding on?

Broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart; I'm barely breathing, with a broken heart that's still beating. In the pain, is there healing? In your name, I find meaning. So, I'm holding on. I'm holding on. I'm holding on.


I'm barely holding on to you.




Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The Litany of Pop Culture

I'm sick of the whole "shock value" genre and tones of arrogance. I'm sick of shallow writings about shallow things, materialistic things, completely ignoring deeper issues that have nothing to do with sex or cellphones or whatever.




By the way, hip hop sucks out my soul.