I will buy you a new car,

February 3rd, 2010

perfect shiny and new. I will buy you that big house way up in the West Hills. I will buy you a new life.

You know I had this entire blog thought out but then I got distracted editing pictures and now I do not remember everything I was going to say. So I am going to have to start over. And this is my third blog of the evening. The first was something I wrote last weekend, the second was what I wrote during AP Language instead of actually doing my paper, and this one I am writing right now. : D

After school my friend Autumn and I wandered Port Washington and I got some serious pictures that I like, which can be found on my deviantART account. The not-so-serious-but-still-amusing ones will be spammed up here.

… At some point I want to create a photo gallery subdomain of this site, where I can just put all of my pictures. Only that would require another layout. And I am quite the laze, dontchano.

Although I don’t think it will have these random pictures on it. But we shall see.

The sign outside the Java Dock, a coffee place. It made me lol, quite literally. I insisted we go back so I could get pictures, and so I did. I wish my boss would let me put stuff like that on our sign. But there is no way in Hell he would be okay with it. Haha.

I have wanted to get a picture of this door for a long time. And for once I actually had my camera with me. Yay for photography class. But anyway, yes, that is a door, with no landing to walk out onto. I wonder if anyone has ever opened it and realized there is a problem with it? Then again, the building is really old, I am not even sure if it is in use…

We did the Photoshop demo in Photography today. It was excruciatingly boring, just as I had suspected it would be. In Employbility Skills the other day we took a personality test and I was off-the-charts serious. Which, according to the packet of information, means I do not show any emotion. I am likely to be afraid to approach people. I have high possibility of having depressive personality disorder. I have no ambition; I simply go through life to survive. It has no other meaning. Work is most important.

… How depressing is that? I will admit it made me lol a little bit. And I know it is not entirely true. I have an escape from the things I hate, and while it does happen to be my workplace, I only enjoy it because of my co-workers. Without them, I would despise work as much as the next person. I also do smile and laugh fairly often. I did many times last night, as well as during lunch today.

Nonetheless, I am aware that that does fit me all too well. Which, I did not need that confirmed, thank you very much.

I made a formspring, mostly because I was bored and figured I may as well jump on the new bandwagon. Here it is, if you want to ask anything. If anything, I hope it gives me something to do when I am bored, so ask whatever you want.

1. Have you ever taken personality tests?
2. How do you feel about formspring?
3. Tell me something interesting about you. : D?

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You only see what you know.

February 3rd, 2010

At work yesterday I spent probably a little bit more time talking than I usually do while actually on the clock. The first half was just talking to my one co-worker, the closer, since the other night cashier does not come in until an hour after I start due to the fact that is in college and takes the bus into the city, and that is just how the timing plans out. Shawn, the closer for the night, told me about an interesting concept.

Let me start with simply saying that I do not believe in ghosts. But I have always been prone to stay away from situations that might end up changing my mind on that stance. I mentioned this to Shawn because he asked me if I believed in them or not, when I was teasing that there must be a ghost in the gas station the previous night, who was to blame for knocking over the Mentos container. He told me that he saw a documentary called something like “What the Bleep Do We Know”, and it was about how the part of the brain that we do not actually use partially controls our reality. Which, I immediately thought of the Matrix and how ridiculous that theory is.

But then he used an example.

The example he gave me was a situation in which a family member of mine should buy a specific type of car, say, a red Volkswagen, and after seeing their new car, I suddenly notice that I see a lot of red Volkswagens… But they were there the entire time. The mere fact that a family member now had one made it significant to me, and now suddenly I would start to notice it.

Which hit home, because recently I have been sort of dealing with this. Just, not really dealing with a car.

But it makes sense, you know?

I really want to actually see this documentary. He said he wanted to see it again, too, so he was going to try to find it, and then maybe I can borrow it. Or I’ll search around Youtube and the like to see if there is any of it there. Either way, it’s interesting.

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The Phonecall

February 3rd, 2010

Shadows danced on the far wall, withering and shifting in rhythmic patterns. On the bed, a young lady lay atop the flowered covers, her eyes dark and glassy from the light of the moon shining through the window. Her lips parted as a sigh escaped in a breath, her eyes snapping up to the clock on her bedside table.

11:59 p.m.

She slid her hands under her pillow and rolled onto her stomach. She had been in bed since 9:00p.m., but had yet to actually fall asleep. Three hours of watching the games that occurred on her walls, thinking, dreaming, wishing… and she was still here, still lying awake in her bed.

Alone.

“You beautiful girl… I love you more than anything. You hear me? More than anything in the entire world,” she heard him whisper. Closing her eyes against the thoughts, she stifled a whimper. To want something so bad, to be willing to give up everything for it, it hurt. It hurt, when one knew that it would not be appreciated, was not appreciated.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, and behind her closed lids, she saw him smile and take her in his arms.

Just then her phone went off, blasting the lyrics and rhythm of her favorite song into the otherwise quiet night. Panicking, she hit silent before the rest of her family was woken up, then looked at the clock again.

1:06a.m.

Who would be calling her so early?

She looked at her silenced phone again, and read the name.

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