"I won't ever bring up Oswalds again"

Sometimes I wish the only way humans could communicate, was by music or drawings. The music could have words, but it wouldn't be necessary. I think music would just make what people try to get across so much more sincere. The way someone played a guitar, drums, flute, harp, whatever, they wouldn't be able to fake anything. You could "hear" right through it. And I've just always understood things better through pictures.


Why are people so impersonal anymore? Like, something as simple as a toll booth. Every time I go through one, I make the point to look at the person, say hi, and thank them. Then add in have a good day/night. It makes me sad when their face lights up when I do this, because that means the person rarely gets that. I'm not saying everyone is rude to these people, but I often see people barely open their windows, practically throw the money at them and speed off....and I think thats terrible. Imagine being one on one with thousands of people a day, and only having maybe half, maybe less recognize that your a person....


People who over-exaggerate stories annoy me.


I might disappear to California for a month this summer....looking for anyone who'd like to come along.


I wish I knew karate. That'd be pretty cool.


I'm in my old room at my parent's house, surrounded by exercise equipment, and it's strange.


Anyone want to go on a driving adventure soon? .... Does anyone even read this?

The distinction of extinction

When minds compete with themselves it tends to end up messy. It tends to occur near four in the morning, alone, chain-smoking....For smokers at least....For Nyssas at least.

I think the trouble is curiosity. An intense necessity to understand life around me. To understand the unexplainable. I tend to challenge the inevitable.

My findings have been:

1. People will be selfish. They will take what they want, even if it'll shatter someones life. They will act out guilt only when confronted. They will not be tortured every day from what they've done, so why let the torment linger? (note: easier said than done)

2. Someone who nearly dies, does not indeed die. They're still alive. Feeling life drain out of a person may be one of the most horrific experiences to hold in your arms, but life came out of it. So remember that.

3. People don't always get what they deserve. And it sucks.

4. If you find yourself running away from something, finding all the reasons not to, or pertaining fear, it tends to mean what your running from can be something good, and is waiting there for you to fuck it up by acting on that fear. I'm exceptionally good at this one. Longest sentence ever. Trying to change.

5. Sometimes all you need is music, a 40 and a kitten.

6. It's easy to disappear and not even notice.

7. You know fairly sane people, and you know truly fucked up people. The fucked up ones often give better insight.

8. Normal doesn't exist. It shouldn't be a word.

9. I like making lists.

10. We're all just doing the best we can. As long as you keep trying....your ok by me.

Now I'm aware that putting song lyrics on blogs has had this mask of teenage angst put over it...buuuut I don't think it is so I'm gonna do it. Cause sometimes other people can explain things I think in words better than I can. Which is kind of alarming, but I've still got my paintings and drawings and stuff so I can still get out what I'm thinking on my own....ish.


Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll
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For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
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We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

But In This Ever Changing World In Which We Live In
Makes You Give In And Cry
Say Live And Let Die
Live And Let Die
Live And Let Die
Live And Let Die

Though It Takes A Lot Of Power
To Make A Big Tree Grow.
It Doesn't Need A Pot Of Knowledge.
For A Seed Knows What A Seed Must Know.

....some are just more sentimental than anything.

Octopus' Garden

Warning: Mind to keyboard action...Not so much thinking...not so much able to think...

First off, thank you to a few who've made iffy nights not so iffy. Your very greatly appreciated.

Moshing ( I don't like that word...its akward...but yeah..), beer, cigarettes, bar, boys flying, most of the 411 crew, very strange little man telling me I'm cute...good music...good night

Kittens love me. It's true.

I think I lost a $10 bill.

Random random entry. Sorry.