Do you think so?

I am made up of my thoughts.
My thoughts define me.
If you can read my thoughts, I no longer exist.
They are mine to review.
They are mine to refrain.
They complicate the reality of things.
I can’t escape them.
So I shall abide them.
I can’t prolong them, they are brief.
Like flecks of light on a prism.
Like water rolling down a window.
Sometimes I can’t explain them.
Sometimes they explain things to me.
They are secret.
They are scary.
They are true.
I am horrified of where they will take me.
Where will I go?
What will I become?
What shall I think in ten years time?
My thoughts define me.
But if I keep changing, do my thoughts change with me?
Do I change because they change?
I think therefore I am?
Or I am because I think?
The reasoning is simple.
I am but a thought.
I thought.
I shall think on this some more.
Thoughtfully.

Hark, the herald realtives sing..

I wish you a merry christmas, I wish you a merry christmas, I wish you a merry christmas with no stomach ache.

Once again we take a journey into bread pudding and yam land. With presents galore and lights everywhere, we all sing and be merry together.

I have painted a pretty picture of christmas for you, now enjoy your instant mac and cheese while I go put myself in a food coma.

Cheers!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a fun night!

John Bender

I think he might be related to Simon Cowell. The truth is a powerful and hurtful thing, and I never have witnessed anyone in real life able to dish it out like Mr. Bender. I wish he could take me out to lunch and tell me everything he thinks about me. I would probably be more enlightened and a lot more depressed. But maybe we could smoke some weed together and then he could give me some clothing pointers.

Hello Again Friends..

Greetings to you all again,

I am far from convinced someone actually visits my blog. However, it gives me a little tingly feeling to write on it all the same. I hope your lives are all moving accordingly to your plans. Mine has started it's own orbit, long live chance and karma! School has once again begun and it makes me feel five years old. No matter how old I am I still feel like I'm in kindergarten when I walk into class on the first day. So lets tie those shoes, shine that apple, and power up our laptops for one more semester of chance.

laces on my shoes

Double knotted
bowed
tucked in
frayed
woven through
tight
loose
untied
unnecessary

taken out

the odd turn of events...

So after a night of sulking and planning to stay in with my paints, my friend kicked my butt into going on an adventure. Good thing she did, I was being boring. We decided to catch a show.. but alas, after waiting in line we are sent away after all the tickets are sold. We decide to catch an art installation show in an odd part of town instead. We get there in high spirits seeing that it's open and people are outside. After paying the girl at the small table 20$ for admission, we go through a black tarp in hopes of meeting some cool people, talk about cardboard art, and genuinely be enlightened. To our surprise we are staring at a large wrestling ring with people huddled in chairs all around it. This intimidating and frightening display of events to almost to weird to explain. We did have to move as to not get hit by the 300lb man flying into a pile of chairs..... are you ready to rumble?

Alas blogspot, my only friend...

It has once again, been awhile...

I am sorry to say I am not in the highest of spirits. Lately I have been so anxious and stressed out that I either have no appetite at all, or I eat everything with an arms distance. I feel like I am growing up a little more lately.. and it freaks me out. I am starting to deal with things I used to never think about. Ew. I wish my best friend wasn't mad at me. I wish I had tons of money. I wish I had somewhere to live. I wish I would graduate. I wish I could get all A's. I wish I could sleep. I wish I could be cleaner.

Alas, blogspot my only friend... what shall I do?

sincerely,

depressed senorita