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Here are some quotes that I really like and think are great for anyone and everyone. It's been awhile since I've written in this journal. A lot has happened. Suffice to say, a lot that is good and a lot that is bad. But that is for another day. Enjoy the qoutes!
1. A best friend is like a four-leaf clover-- hard to find and lucky to have. 2. Don't let the past hold you back-- you might miss the good stuff. 3. Some people make the world special just by being in it. 4. Don't frown . . . you never know who is falling in love with your smile. 5. If love isn't a game, why are there so many players? 6. Life's short; if you don't look around once in awhile, you could miss it. 7. What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry? 8. Everything is ok in the end. If it's not ok, then it's not the end. 9. Why do we fall down? To learn to pick ourselves up.
Inbrightestday · Wed Jun 29, 2005 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments |
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*The Music for this journal entry was supplied by Weezer from their Blue album, Surf Wax America, #6, still their best album, then Pinkerton*
Have you ever thought about what life would be like without you? What about if life for you suddenly stopped, how your sudden-death would affect those around you? I'm sure all of us have had this thought come to us at one point or another. I know it's often come to me during my high school years. Why is adolescence so hard at times, and why was high school so...so...high school? What WOULD life be like without me living here? I don't think it would be very fun, after all, I am biased. But what would life be like with me just suddenly dying? Would there be a funeral? If so, who would come? IF not, would anyone care? Did I matter that much to someone, to anyone at all, to warrant any tears shed? What could I possibly have done to have that much of an effect? What about this: what would happen if someone close or dear to me just up and died? How would it affect me? Would I shed tears? Would I mourn; and then who would be there to comfort me? Who would I be there for to comfort?
Thoughts turn over in the mind, nothing seems like before, I don't like to think it's all kind. Why do I delve Why do I think deep why do I stil think myself a creep? Why is it novel to think of life without me? sudden death, horrible death the kind spoken of in newscasts papers, edited columns..... why is it so fun to ponder? It feels like I can never get ahead, others sucking on silver spoons others not giving a damn why is it so difficult for me either way? Why? Because I am someone I am who I want to be I can't throw in the towel now There is still much I want to see. I am who I am and I am who I want to become Without this, there is nothing, I am already done, passed away checked out, ticket punched. Do you really want that? I don't. I will fly, outta Hell, like a bat. Won't you join me?
I don't want to give in to what wants to drag me down and out of the fight. Pal was right, life is a fight, and I figure we can either run our course or not.
Inbrightestday · Tue May 10, 2005 @ 07:41am · 0 Comments |
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Just got back from a very very long day. Worked over 7 hours, picked up a shift from a fellow worker. To end tonight, a couple room mates and I went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and it was hilarious!!! It was just like FLCL or chain thinking, etc, and the funny thing is that it all made sense! My room-roommate said to me, "That movie was total crap, it would take a deranged person to understand it!" to which I replied, "I liked it, I liked it a lot." to which he said, "My point exactly." Yeah, yeah. Oh well. But it was a good movie. I think I will read the book now.
So many things to do and so many possibilities. I was thinking about this during the movie, realizing that quite possibly it shouldn't matter what happens, just Don't Panic. And, bloom where you are planted. WEll, my roomie want's to talk and chat and have, what you LDS aka Mormon returned missionaries might recognize, a roommate inventory. Knock on wood for me, eh!
Inbrightestday · Fri May 06, 2005 @ 07:51am · 0 Comments |
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Not a lot has happened since last I wrote, just some things here and there. Yesterday was really cool, I got to go see some friends of mine who I haven't seen in a very long time, one of them since she got married 18 months ago! Her hubby is in Afganistan, and we are all hoping that he can be home soon. My eldest bro was in Iraq for 366 days and this guy has been out for roughly the same amount of time. They got married about 2-3 weeks before he got deployed, which really sucks. But they were able to spend a post-honeymoon honeymoon in Hawaii for two weeks. I don't know how they do it all though.
My roommate is getting on my nerves, he gets angry at me for not doing anything, whatever that means. He says I need to be out there doing things like going to movies, seeing friends, blah blah blah blah. It's only so that he has someone to do something with. I can understand where he is coming from, I'm much like that myself; however, he wants me to plan out each and every day so he can come with me and do something. He sleeps about 13-plus hours a day, doesn't shower (the room is seriously needing some Glade), and then complains that none of us in the flat is "fun to hang out with". First off, All of us have jobs that are part-time to full time; Second, 4 of us are going to school each day which translates into daily homework; third, one guy has a fiance, good luck seeing him ever; and so on and so on. Most of us get up about 7 ish and go spend 5-8 hours working on some project in our life while he does nothing but play video games and sleeps. Did I mention he never showers? Nor does he do his dishes, that really bugs me! Most of what I do is stuff that only one person can do, like sketching, reading, etc, so I don't see how I don't do anything at all. !Ay Caramba! It's like he needs someone to hold his hand to do anything at all. He doesn't go to the store unless we come with him, he doesn't get ready for the day unless all of us are getting ready at the same time, he doesn't leave the flat at all unless accompianied by one of us............grrrrr! And It's been only a week since he moved in. x_x This is going to be a long summer indeed.
On the plus side, my car is running ok and it's been sunny weather for the past couple of days. I can't wait til it's warmer. I'm done with my rant for the day.
Inbrightestday · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 02:18am · 0 Comments |
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They say you don't know what you have until you have lost it, they also say that to trully know something, you must first learn the exact opposite. They also say that everything in your life can be changed in an instant. I beleive each and everyone of these adages because I have been a witness to each of them. Now comes the plunge I talked about a few days ago.....The music for this entry is Wake Me Up When September Ends brought to you by Green Day's American Idiot album.
Yesterday was an emotional one for me, in fact the past few days have been very emotional for me. As I look back at the past few days they all seem to be one long succession of a day but with many parts. I was blessed to spend many an hour with my girlfriend before she was to leave home. I had so much fun with her, we did a lot of things and what made it the best, number-one-enjoyable was being able to spend it with her. We cleaned together, went book-browsing together, had dinner together, talked about everything and nothing, and I had one of the most wonderful times with her I could ever ask for. ^_^
As I drove away it slowly began to rain, though there was blue sky near every-which-way and sunshine everywhere. I felt the weather reflected very well my emotional state. I was so happy for her being able to see her family, I know how dear they are and it made me happy to see in my mind's eye her being welcomed home in loving arms by her parents and sibs. At the same time, I was sad to see her go. Is it possible to feel two different things at once? I believe so. Is it possible to have two different weather patterns at once? I believe so too.
AFter I got home, all around me was a haze. I was reminded again yesterday that everything has its opposite and without the opposite we could not fully appreciate what we have. I knew I had to get busy and do something so I went and signed the contract for the summer apt and started moving in. That was an experience! Moving out of my parents' house felt like I was going home from summer camp and everything done in the past few weeks had been only a different part or chapter in my life. I felt deeply sad to be leaving home, I grew up here and this house had always been a refuge from the rest of everything; it was a respite from the world, it was my quiet place. Now to leave that and move on, it just seemed unbearable! But it has to be done and I need to pick myself up and move forward. Story of my life. You never trully know what you have until you have lost it and felt life without it. You never trully know who you have until you no longer have them around you. This goes without saying. Now I just need to figure out the direction I will take on this path I am on for the summer. ttul. ^_^
Inbrightestday · Sun Apr 24, 2005 @ 06:10pm · 0 Comments |
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So, I got the job! I am SO excited for this! I have never made this much money as a full-time part-time employee! Most of the time it has been seasonal help... This is SO fweakin' awesome!!!! I wish there were a new SBEmail this week......ADHD
Now I get to see me girlfriend, yay! ^_^
ja matta, ne! mou sugu aeru ze!
Inbrightestday · Thu Apr 21, 2005 @ 09:52pm · 0 Comments |
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Just got back from working out this morning, and I realized that I am talking to a web journal when I am writing these entries. I am not so sharp as the other silverware in the drawer when it comes to the 'net and computers but it seems weird that I am talking to a journal that has the possibility of others viewing it and reading it. Pretty much I came to this conclusion when someone commented on yesterday's entry.
So today, I want to talk about something on my mind, before I leave for my job interview:
I believe there are three (3) types of poets/prose writers. 1) Those who are clever--These ppl are very good at expressing themselves and their environments, emotions, and abilities.
2) Those who stay away from being clever--These ppl know they aren't clever and are happy with it; they still put their heart and soul in their writing and it comes out marvelous.
3) Those who THINK they are clever--These ppl are trying to put feeling and passion in their writing, they end up being dull, or over-extended, and we feel like a very aggitated US Senate body, waiting for Mr. Smith to concede.
I feel that I am a #3 type person. I try to be clever but end up over-drawing on the creativity and feeling area of expression. It sux. But I try and I try. But today, or atleast for right now, I would like to leave you with an original poem I composed for a class assignment, well, actually it was part of a mid-term, in my Classical Japanese Lit class. I love Japanese poetry, it isn't confined to rhythm and rhyme, but is tied to the humanity of expression. Wa-ka is truly something of a passion for me, I will never forget the impression wa-ka made upon me. I really enjoyed this class. So, in traditional Classical Japanese lyric style, I give you my poem. Tell me what you think, if you please! It is in the form of a Tanka:
User 3L33T [1982-]
226. THE STATE OF FALLEN MAN. Composed upon command for a midterm in a literature class for an exam at a prestigious American university [2004]
What makes up man's heart? Rich fabric of white brocade. What does it absorb? All that can be passed through it, Stains upon pure innocence.
Inbrightestday · Thu Apr 21, 2005 @ 06:30pm · 0 Comments |
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