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:: 14.12.02 ::
hehe. Judging from the two totally different poem choices one might think I am bipolar or something. hehe. Oddly they are both hideously accurate. Ambition was never one of my strong points. Though, as of late, I actually do have some. My main ambition these days consists of escaping Edmonton and Canada for a few monthes, though this entails alot of financial planning. Another one of my weak suits.
Tis Christmas, and I have little or no idea what to get for my sister and family. I'd get some clothes for my sister's baby, but she is stocked up for a couple of years to come with that stuff. CD's? Perhaps, but what do they not have? Books? Again, same question. Tastes change all too rapidly... hmmm.... I am sure it will dawn on me. Man, she even already has her two front teeth. yeesh.
I am just kind of medium well these days. Not too pink, not too brown. I just am. I haven't been online as much as I have been. I got an e-mail from my friend Jo from Australia again. I am thinking she will either send me a letter or stop by. Probably the former than the latter, but it was nice to hear from her again.
Ah, I remember the days of logging on and having throngs of people to talk to and hang out with, of having scads of e-mail (NOT forwards I might add) to greet me and my own little psuedo-fan club. It's been awhile. As I get older, I am tending to get more reclusive. Sleepy even. I miss the thrill of going out and doing things, surrounded by poeple, but I rarely have the energy anymore. I am out of the loop. I haven't gone dancing in a coon's age, nor have I gotten pissed out of my tree for a while as well.
I'm getting stodgy! MY GAWD!
As mentioned earlier, I have given up on finding someone, but my One-itude is still directly proportional to the Cold-itude of the One. Hence the more of a One I am, the Colder I am. I suppose being a cold one is better than being a cold none, but it's still bugging me. So if there are any single females in alberta or greater edmonton area reading this who find me someowhat interesting, please leave a comment with an e-mail address or something.
OOH! CANDY! *chew chew chew*
I am going to the second christmas party for work that I will ever have gone to at a place I worked. I got roped into it rather forcefully as christmas parties are not my normal thing. We'll see how that goes. I'm kinda phobic of it, really.
Christmas itself bodes well though. I am going back to Lloydminster to spend some time with friends so old they may as well be family. I miss them. T especially. She's a year older than I am and seems to be at the same place I am but on a totally different wavelength. It's neat. I can identify with her and at the same time completely not understand her at all until she explains it to me. She encourages me to write again and to travel and do all the things that mean something to me, which is more than anyone else does, which makes me feel like I'm a somebody again. People like that are rare. I don't think I've ever told her how much I appreciate her. I doubt I ever will.
"Everybody's got a little light, under the sun." - Flashlight, Parliament.
:: The Other Guy [+] ::
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:: 13.12.02 ::
I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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:: The Other Guy [+] ::
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I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.
I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.
I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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:: The Other Guy [+] ::
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If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
:: James [+] ::
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Oy, and all the associated jazz.
Been a while since I've posted, glad to see that he's kept y'all entertained. Only a couple things I've got for you, one is the Cocteau Twins, who have great voices, the other is Somenthing Positive
Anyway, thats it for today, Peace
:: James [+] ::
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