The occasional Oddness
Soon to be full of strange things, quotes, and griping.
Okay. Moan and complain session one here goes nuttin What in the hell is wrong with people these days?! Myself included.. Im currently having an argument with myself about the nature of people. First. whatever happened to tact? sensitivity? Being kind enough to NOT make the person you are talking to burst out into tears? There should be this little warning sound that happens for some people so that you know to ignore whatever is getting ready to come out of their big fat jowls. Second of all.. if it bothers me so badly, why the fuck can't I just ignore them. I know that they are idiots. I know that I myself am one of those very same, who unintentionally tapdances all over the unsuspecting whoever who is trying to speak to me. So Im stuck somewhere between Mass murdering a few dozen idiots that never, at any moment in their day show any consideration for other people, or just shooting myself cause I am to retarded to get over the fact that dumb people say dumb shit. Narf.
On top of the rest of this.. there is the few tiny things niggling in the back of my brains. Its more a gripe about myself rather than other people..but it can definately be applied to people on the whole, but mostly its my biggest complaint with myself at the moment. Where is my courage? I try everyday, to peek inside these hallways and doors, and behind every part of me where it could be hiding. where just a spec could escape my attention..but its quite literally nowhere to be found. I have a million things I want to say to certain people, and I can't. I want to so badly that I've actually sat down and cried from frustration, but the fear won out in the end. So my actual gripe is. Why do we (people/Myself) feel the fucking need to hide everything, especially from those that we care about. Even just now, I reread over the text that Im typing and rearranged words, phrases, removed names and removed sentences to keep from sounding to bold, or perhaps running someone that I care about off. It's disgusting and .... You get the point. Thats it for now.
I just thought this was really beautiful, and very true. 'I want to live in the light. I want to come home to the Gray Between. I want to Know and understand. I want to Love and Be Loved. I want someone unafraid of a Love that goes well beyond the words. One you have to KNOW to UNDERSTAND. I want something that blinds the Sheep with it's raw, uncut power. I want to stand still, mouth closed, and have everyone cover their ears because I LOVE HER. I want to see them running in total panic that something like that exists in Their Reality.'
-- Quick [KM], from his journal entry about the woman he loves
I just thought this was way to cute.heh. 
This is Charlie in all of his ghetto pimpness.My sweet little Anna Wrote a beautiful Poem, so I stole it to place in here.
She slipped through your fingers
Like parched glass soap
Her smile it still lingers
Like little lost rays of hope
Hiding on whispered dreams
Floating in seas of misery
Jagged cuts and broken screams
Building her own lost mystery
She swam through broken mirrors
Danced daisies all over the moon
Coming through nightmare terrors
She sang sirens songs ‘til noon
She flew in on a feather
Picked up off the ground
She wore nothing but leather
And dared not make a sound.
She drove people crazy
Nobody knew it was her
She shed tears that were hazy
A slow mournful purr
She drew pictures of people
Nobody could tell
Took pictures of steeples
And old chipping wells.
She’ll slip through your fingers
Like parching glass soap
Her smile still lingers
Little lost rays of hope
One day, I will posses the powers of the great evil Bert, and I will make all the children of the world weep!Great Quote.
So count your twenty-five minutesof wait as a blessing , my dear Mr. Wolters. And take heed of the lessons I learned that hellish night : never vote republican, never talk to transients, and all the education in the world is nothing without a working knowledge of Origami.
(On the subject of missing his bus due to G.Dubya. Bush)
-Robert Latham
Computer Science/Linguistics LAH
Junior
randomness
Okay.. so Im sick as a dog and Im kind of out of it, so if nothing here makes sense.. blame the bronchitis.
I keep dreaming of places lately. Places that I would love to be, and with people that I would love to meet. Before this it had been a long time before I dreamt of cities like this.. Full of Brown skinned muses in the guise of old wrinkled women with gap toothed smiles and a southern twang in their voices. I found an ocean there.. full of Golden light and warm lapping water.. breathable to boot. Im loving it. I really want those muses to be real.. to find me in this plain. I think I need one..or all four or five of them about now.. Oh.. and I really hate Liz Phair. ew.
Current cool stuff to peep at.
My livejournal. Warning.. its... squishy
Jello
Handsome boy.. and intellegent? wow.. too good to be true
Nifty Book store in Cali recomended by a friend.
cheesey Jokes.
Despair.com... OOohh.. I love this site.demotivational everything.
David. This site is just for you and your obsession *cackles*
TOO damn funny. Mmm Humping Chairs..