Saturday, August 22, 2009
Pictures of You
What happens in 50 minutes? It's 10 minutes until the next hour, or 50 past the current. If you take a shower are you dry in 50 minutes? Can you lose a pound in 50 minutes or can you put one on? This episode showed me something that i'd forgotten about, high school people in particular. Despite the fact that everyone in my graduating class has already enjoyed one year of college or university, I still think some of them will apply to the labels that are given out to every student. My label? Loner. Yeah I had some friends, but I prefered my solitude most days. I hated highschool and most of the people in BT were either idiots or sluts. If I had the oppurtunity to spend 50 minutes with someone in that school, doing what the cast of One Tree Hill did, I don't know what i'd learn about them. Logically thinking, the shows actors have scripts they keep too, so of course their characters will reveal their deepest darkest secrets at the slightest whim. In real life, if I had to spend 50 minutes with one of the popular girls at BT, I would never tell them about me. It's not like they'd care enough to go, wow you so this way when I thought you were this way. Plus with the way students are at my school, someone would end up using the information to make you an outcast.
Fact And Faction.
J-moose
Friday, July 24, 2009
I'm A Legend In My Own Mind
No more pain...
No more pain...
If I gave up tomorrow would the world even care? I'm not leaving a footprint, i'm not doing my share. I've had my fill of people and the way hold themselves. If I was giving up on them, i'd have to ask myself. Did you make sure they were happy, do you know that they're okay? If I was giving up them, i'd have to run away. And I know, that this world won't slow for them. It's too easy i'm not worthy of their time, but it's harder to forget, words and pictures that we have, so I write this down instead. I'm not sure I can help you, i'll only bring you pain, this isn't what I hope for, it's not like i'm to blame. It started with a promise I made some time ago. I asked for a favour which I just can't forget. My happiness comes second, because theirs I can't forget. I told myself be helpful, make them never walk away. I'm not sure I can keep this up, it's not like i'm around that much, so easily i'm scarred. When I see them hurting, it's hard to not break down.
I'm sorry for their sadness and I want to ease their pain, but when i'm all alone at night, i'm just another face.
I didn't intend to write this, but I heard a song by Matthew Good that inspired me. It's kind of written to the beat of said song, so technically I can't claim this as my own. If you interested, the song is "If I were A Tidal Wave" It's an acoustic track, and his acoustic stuff is pretty deep sometimes.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Same Shit, Same Person, Different Month
I believe that the world will fall under the weight of it's own ego. I believe we will be crushed by the power of our stupidity and ignorance. Why? Because we're so focused on winning something for our foolish pride that we can't see 10 ft in front of us. My eye look closed everyday, but I see what some people don't want me to. I appear like i'm not listening but I hear things and know things people don't want me to. You call me a snoop, but a snoop uses their information for personal gain. The day I give a fuck about someone I work with, I barely know, or will never see again, is the day I call myself "Castanza, lord of the idiots". George, fuck you and all you troubles. Not that I hate Seinfeld, but damn George is just annonying sometimes.
I love the world, don't get me wrong. But people need to learn where to draw the line. Girls who constantly believe Edward Cullen is coming for them, guys who think that by acting slick and greasing their hair will get them any girl on the dance floor. The husband who cheats on his wife, because "Everyone's doing it" or the wife that actually knows of her husbands filthy loins and doesn't care because she's got a job and house, why ruin it with a divorce. Give me one reason not to pretend like everyone else...someone has to have at least one, right?
