Keep My Name Out Of Your Mouth

I hate it when my friends fight...

The Divided Estate

What's worse?
Democracy or anarchy
War is an evil necessity
Fought with great strengths
Maybe you like to be entangled in slavery
But I prefer to live in civility
I'm sorry people have to die
At least they're not being killed by the tobacco companies
Freedom isn't free
It costs quite a bit
A few hundred years and a mess of gun shots
Sure, people have died
But now their names are immortalized
Not just in print or in stone
But in our hearts forever
Selflessly giving of themselves
A token richly shared
They had nothing to gain
Their death wasn't in vain
Those that risk their lives for mine
Should be rewarded with more than a medal
We should thank them
With new approaches to gratitude
Everyday, reminding ourselves
How lucky we are to not have to be away
Seeing the sights they see
Hearing the horrors they hear
All those days, months and years
Help isn't hard
It's always available
But you have to be willing to look
To places that don't seem sensible
Yes, war is bad
And I hate that it has to be this way
But at the risk of loosing it all
I'm willing to fight for freedom today

I Just Wanna Love

Last night, I went into the computer lab of my Alma Mater. Free high-speed internet access is a perk of being an alumni. Anyway, a week ago, I did the same thing. Both of those times, two different guys said, "You lost a little weight" and "You've got skinnier," respectively. Maybe I ought to install those kind of lights in my apartment. It made me feel real good. Even if I know the truth, haha.

This isn't a guilt trip, no comments please. It's just a story.

The First Time I Saw You

When I woke up today, I sat down in my recliner and turned on the television. I just wanted to wake up without having to think about too much. As I breezed through my six channel subscription (rabbit ears antenna), I saw that figure skating was on. This very metrosexual-looking man wearing spandex was ready to start his performance. The music started off slow and it vaguely resembled something I knew. As it played and the man ice-skated, I realized the song he was moving to was an instrumental version of Metallica's Unforgiven. And this really didn't seem that strange to me.

What Up Momma?

After a horrible night at work, what could make me feel better?

Well, I'm glad you asked.

I've been watching Walking Tall starring The Rock. Not a bad flick. I also just spent nearly 45 minutes putting a bunch of styling gel in my hair and tried out some new dews. I still haven't decided with I liked better; the faux hawk or parted, just like I had it when I was eight. I just drank a Bacardi Silver O3. Decent. I am going to take a hot bath and catch up on last's month issue of Relevant.

It's funny. When I woke up today, I thought all I had to do was make it through eight hours of work. Now, I'm kind of just enjoying the moment. Freedom is found is the strangest places sometimes.

Live to love. Love to live.

Goodnight...

Me A More A

Again, and really, I'm not trying to rehash my last post, but I am just so tired. Tonight at work, I was one-on-one with a child. This child, if any older, would be diagnosed with schizophrenia. But, since they don't diagnose that disorder in children, this kid isn't properly diagnosed (I can't recall his current diagnoses). Anyway, let's just say that I am tired physically from him.

I recently purchased a copy of Hulk Hogan's Rock n' Wrestling from the web. I think it was a fantastic find. I used to love the show as a kid. I only paid $2.00 plus shipping, so that's cool.

Okay, this is just another random post. But at least, there's nothing vague. My entire life is just a big, bland hole of vacuity.

SNIKTAW

Does anyone have a digital camera I can borrow for a couple days?

Much like this evening, these past few weeks have been very insomnia-like for me. It's not that I have the disorder, but I just haven't felt like laying down until the early hours of the morn. This week, I haven't gone to bed before 5 AM. But, there were a few times in past weeks, where I have been up until 7 AM. Crazy, eh? It doesn't really matter because I don't ever get up until 1:00 PM anyway. I love second shift.

It's disappointing to not be mentioned by you.

Sorry for being vague...

silhouette stars and The Death

Yo, how it be? I is fine. One more day until a day off. Yay! I found this poem one of my patients had written. I find it uniquely puzzling; it makes this person's intelligent level skyrocket, in my opinion. I "borrowed" it from work, so I have to put it back. And I'm sure I'm breaching some kind of confidentiality law, but you don't know who it is. It was in the staff office, so it was probably taken from this person. I just thought it was so interesting. If it was my child, I would probably be worried. Anyway, just realize that [sic] should be included after every error, but I wanted the irony of a poor education included into this child's intense abstract thinking:

Don't you ever laugh as corpse go's by

Don't you ever laugh as a corpse go's by, for you may be the next to die. They put you in a big black box and covers you up with dirt and rocks. The worms crawl in the worms crawl out the worms craw in and out your snout. The big green worm with rolling eyes crawls in your stomace and out your eyes. The pus pours out like whipping cream, you put it on a slice of bread and thats what you eat when you are dead.

Your Well Fashioned Tools

Trying to write down
The things I've thought and said
A glimpse into my view
Me wearing my heart out for you

Opposition to the cliché
Invitation the naïve
Trying to find the source of motives
Someone else to deceive

Not wanting to interrupt
Walking without waiting
I'm not ignoring you
I've just got better things to do

Being bold doesn't indicate much
Except that you're trying too hard
Plausibility is certainly one thing
But, I guess I'm trying to play the righteous card

When Superheroes Start Dying, There's Something Wrong

I am extremely grieved to hear of the death of the man who played/portrayed Superman, Christopher Reeve. When I was a kid, Superman wasn't the character in DC Comics, it was Christopher Reeve. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family.

Also, after having viewed Super Size Me, I was content to stay away from McDonalds for a long time. But, those clever marketing people knew I would watch it and so they brought out the heavy artillery. Once again, introduced at this time each year, McDonalds has brought back the Monopoly game. Man, it's addictive. I feel like a gambler. I bought food from there today. Maybe I'll just buy the fries to get the Best Buy bucks.

I enjoy seeing old friends.

Time to rest in peace - for tonight anyway...

Another Day, Same Story

Chase and I got a bite to eat at Waffle House early this morning. Of course, it was still evening to us. While we were there, I noticed a semi-attractive girl and a not-at-all-attractive girl. The semi-attractive girl's eyes met mine a few times, but I didn't think too much of it. But, when we were about to pay the check and leave, the glancing at each other was becoming more frequent. When I walked out the door, I looked, and she was looking at me. When I got outside, I mentioned the phenomenon to Chase and we both had a laugh at the notion that they were checking us out. When we got in the car, either the not-at-all-attractive girl or our waitress, I can't remember who, came outside to say something to us or maybe just me. (My ego would allude it to being addressed to me.) Anyway, I poked my head out of the car to see what she wanted and then the girl walked back inside, so I didn't pursue it any further. I wondered if she thought I was something special or maybe her semi-attractive friend thought so (obviously the outcome I wanted). Then, as we were driving home, I thought it was kinda junior highish that the semi-attractive girl, if it was in fact her who thought I was cute, had her friend say something to me. I don't know. It was nice to be noticed, I guess.

Maybe I just wish you would remember me?

till there was You

A little while ago, a girl told me if we lived closer to each other, she thought we'd be together. Wow. That's always nice to hear...


.mixing depression.
.and sleeping pills.

.all the things that the pain kills.

.these are moments you often miss.
.but, these are in fact, your pictures of bliss.

xxx

I'm Usually A Realist, But Now I'm An Idealist

Regardless of the calendar date and time, it's still Wednesday.

I got groceries tonight at Wal-Mart. That's always fun, you know spending money on food and all. I should be like Jed and starve myself while at the poverty level. Then I could have the benefit of losing weight, and saving my cash.

Due to the craze of buying all your Halloween candy in a rush, even before October actually got here, the stores are still standing strong with commitment to the capitalistic tool, supply and demand. I bought into the conglomerates ideologies tonight. I am a big fan of the wonderfully confected Jaw Breaker. So much a fan, in fact, I purchased a 200 piece, almost three pound bag of randomly assorted goodies, just for the Jaw Breakers. It was only four bucks, which is better than the next size up, which was like ten pounds. I have already sorted it out, separated the blessed Jaw Breakers, and begun enjoying my addiction. Anyone that likes lollypops, Now and Laters, Smarties, and bubble gum should ask for some.

I've been taking in a lot of films lately. I have a few more I want to watch too. I plan to write on them more, especially Fahrenheit 9/11, Saved!, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind, and Supersize me. Maybe that'll happen. You'll probably just get another damn poem though.

Don't sound so disappointed, your life isn't too much better...

Waiting For Winter

Yay, today is my day off. My agenda is set. First of all, I always try not to think about the past 6 days of work, but that's a failure. My plans for today are as follows: I'm going to venture over to Tallahassee to see my Aunt. While there, I'm sure I'll eat at a restaurant that they don't have around here. I also would like to rent Fahrenheit 9/11. I'm excited about watching it, if only for the controversy value. I refused to support it while it was in the movie theaters. Oh yeah, I finished The Passion and it was great. I need to get a haircut also and hopefully Neil will oblige me with that. Alright, I have all these tasks to complete and so little time left. Love and hate...

But... I Look Away

The local Movie Gallery stores are having a deal where you buy 2 VHS or DVD movies and get 2 of equal or lesser value for free. I couldn't find 4 movies I wanted, but Jersey Girl and Matchstick Men were on the list. I was tempted to buy The Passion of The Christ, but I decided to rent it instead, just in case I don't like it. That's funny, I might not like a movie about my Savior. Oh well, Mel Gibson is not a protestant, so how great can it really be? Heretic? Perhaps!

Political Ingrates

When I was at work tonight, I mentioned to the three, African American women I was working with that I was really excited about the presidential debate tonight. They looked at me funny. I unapologetically claimed I know I'm a nerd, but it's really interesting to me. Again, they just stared. Later on they mentioned something about not liking Bush. I told them to vote for anyone but Kerry. I wish I could reach my peoples...