Okay, here I go again. My fourth post for this month. Wow, I'm really hauling here.
List number 3? Things I think should just cease to exist:
1. Cilantro
2. Cats (many domesticated)
3. Cats the musical
4. Most musicals
5. Morons(and other such groups that go without saying)
6. Heavy Metal music
7. Heavy Metal the movie
8. Geraniums because they smell like wet metal
9. Piece(s) of popcorn that get(s) stuck in the back of your teeth
10. monkeys (not the little cute ones, more along the lines of apes, chimps)
11. Mosquitoes because they are evil
12. Late Beatles songs (they make no frickin' sense)
13. People that never call back when you leave a phone message. You know who you are!!!! Josh! You motard.

Yes, my friends (who do not read this) it has been a while since I have written on the exploits of my life. I have decided that meetings are stupid and pointless. When you make a decision at a meeting, it often happens that you come back the next day and find that everyone has forgotten that they ever had a meeting in the first place let alone made any decisions. Total run-on sentence there, but I am past caring. So I write to my group and say, hey! Why are we having all these pointless meetings?

Can you guess what their response was? 'Let's have a meeting to discuss that'. Is it just me? Is it just me? I think I have to now write a poem about disgusted I am with people that cannot function without meetings. I shall title it 'Is it just me?' you will find that on fictionpress.com under the name searchlight very soon.

And now they're like, yes, let's go away on a whole day for the leadership group. Yeah, that seems as much fun as stapling my forehead. Let me think about this----do I want to go on a day trip that would basically be a 24 hour meeting. (My eye is twitching at this point)

This site has now become my complaint center. Let's hope it does not stay that way.

"The glass is neither half empty nor half full. It has disappeared and now resides in my dishwasher."

>Dr.P<

Things I've discovered about myself...

1. I tend to waste my free time
2. I get annoyed too easily
3. I think I'm different, but I'm mostly the same
4. I'm not addicted to caffeine, but I sure do like it
5. I have an over-active imagination
6. I have no patience for crappy computers
7. I like winning
8. I don't like losing
9. I am redundant
10. How I see myself V. How the world sees me=very different
11. I cannot think of what I want to post on this blog-thingy

Today is...the 4th of July! I'm hanging out at home with my mom and grandma probably to work, watch old home movies and eat pie. Sa-weet. I was invited to a something but no frigging way would I choose to spend my time with people that I see every week and have to think about everyday. Yeah, I really want to spend my holiday being harrassed and stalked, sounds like my kind of fun. Well, actually, it does. But only when I'm doing the stalking. j/k. I should examine myself to find what makes me so attractive to freaky weird people. It's like some kind of scent I give off or a gene or something. Whatever it is, I want to find it and extract it. Then I could distill it and use it on my worst enemies. I don't have any worst enemies at the moment, but I'm sure I could procure some.
I wish I had someone to share everything with. I suppose I do, but I mean some human person. I've given up best friends because all they do is betray your confidences and trust. I finished with best friends in like 11th grade. Everyone is so fake and only concerned with themselves. I always put myself out there for my friends and tried to work with their schedules etc., while they did whatever they wanted to do. If I'm being honest with myself, I want a guy-friend to share things with. When I had Craig, that was special. Even though we weren't dating it was great to have a guy to go places with and get opinions from. For the longest time I had a huge crush on him though. That was kind of painful. Especially when I had to watch one of my other friends rip his heart out. Poor, oblivious, sweet, simple Craig.'
He just never opens up to anybody, I haven't even seen him in months. I miss him so much. I wonder what goes on inside his mind. What are his feelings? His passions? His desires? What are his deepest, darkest secrets? I wish I had some kind of superpower that would enable me to see these things. What a curse that would be, right? I've always wanted to know people's secrets. Like when I'm talking to someone, I find myself kind of wandering off/daydreaming about what they're REALLY thinking about at the moment. I don't know, maybe they're actually thinking about the conversation at hand. I doubt it. My mind is just everywhere. As you can probably see from my wandering blog.
I want to go out. I have so many ideas for a good time right now. I want to go down to Ruston Way and sit on the beach path until darkness falls. It would be cold, but so beautiful. I want to go to the movies and watch something totally inane and then go to a coffeehouse to discuss how stupid it was. And as the night goes on and the caffeine starts taking effect, to find hidden meanings and geniuses within the film. To be in some dark, isolated place and really LISTEN to some awesome music, maybe even to dance to it. That would be so frigging great. I get so into music and I have no outlet for it, except dancing in my room by myself which is fun sometimes. So many other ideas, stored inside for some future use. Hopefully the near future.
Seriously, people piss me off. And I shall sign off with that look at my insides....
Listening to Queen right now:
"Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
None of the heartache
Another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning I'm learning
I must be older now
I'll soon be turning turning, turning
'Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking

But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free."

"If I have no love, no passion, no music, no poetry, my soul is an empty chasm without warmth or light"

>Dr.P<

Things I've done today:
1. watched the grass grow
2. fought a war over a stupid insult
3. fell madly, passionately in love with someone
4. started packing for my trip to Africa
5. locked myself in my room*
6. found a monster in my closet
7. Woke up.

Will no one save me from this boring life?!?!?! Wait, never mind, there's too much drama in it to be boring.

* I actually did that once. I was replacing the lock on my door, didn't have all the components in and fully locked myself in there. Thankfully I'm a fast learner and I had a pointy screwdriver.

I don't usually keep up with what's going on in the media and stuff, but there's this firestorm about what Tom Cruise said apparently. He is way off with the Scientology wackiness, but I agree with him about psychology/psychiatry.
America likes to take a pill for anything wrong with them. They wanted to give a sibling of mine Ritalin becuase he 'wouldn't stay in his seat' during class times. So of course, they diagnosed him with ADD. He was like five years old at the time or something, maybe six. Guess what? He grew out of it!!!! He was acting like any five-year-old kid>hyper. So that REALLY bugs me and made me start to realize that we prescribe medication to anyone with emotional problems. My friend was suicidal in about 10th grade (I had been a year earlier) and they gave her anti-depressants that now they say CAUSE suicidal tendencies in high schoolers. Blargh! Don't mask the symptoms by taking multi-colored pills! I've found you can solve your emotional problems by going to God. Anxiety? God. "Do not be anxious for anything..." Depression? God. Uh, try reading the Psalms. Self-image problems? God. I mean, come on, He died for us. And he would have done it even if we were the only person to do it for. We all have an wonderful intrinsic worth for Him. And if the God of the Universe wants my company and wants to dwell in me just so He can help, I'm all for Him! The Trinity is so very cool.
Anyway, I have to go clean the kitchen and take a shower now. From there, it's into the harbor for a delicious Americano and Lavender gum from Monica's Chocolate Box and Robin's Egg Bleu. I might have time to post later today, we shall see. Bye for now all:)

"The Poisoned Cup Seems the Sweetest Elixir"

>Doc.P<

This is my first 'blog'. Interesting. I'm really not sure what to do here. Should I amake it funny? Serious? A true weblog? Well, it's 1:03 in the morning and I cannot get to sleep so I shall write something.
I wonder if anyone will read my stuff. It doesn't seem like there should be anything that would attract readers here yet.
Today I started my blog and tried to get over a major headache (a result of an obstacle course disaster). Um, what else? Oh, I went to Tacoma and saw the 'Tall Ships' and that was pretty awesome. It was neat to see the Lady Washington and remember seeing her in Pirates of the Carribean. Some of those ships were absoluely lovely. *sigh* Makes me wish for a different time.
If I coud choose any time period to live in, it would be the turn of last century. Late 1800s preferably. Except for all the disease and lack of many things I like. You know, computers, telephons, all that kind of stuff. Then again, maybe I would be better off with all that gone. But seriously, that is like my favorite time period. My favorite book is Jane Eyre and my favorite movie is a three-way tie between two Jane Eyres and the Heiress. I love the dress and the My Fair Lady feeling. I know if I actually went back to that time, I wouldn't like it. But many people re-enact the middle ages and I'm darn sure they wouldn't be happy there. Two words...black plague.
Back 2 my day....I'm sure everyone is anxiously awaiting the next installment of that. I took a nap (whoohoo for naps!) and watched two episodes of Poirot (whoohoo for Agatha Christie!). Then I tried on a dress and tried to decide how to wear my hair with it. Down. Wow, my life is so freaking boring. Now I'm typing on this computer and listening to Depeche Mode.
I LOVE music. But when I am really into a song I put it on repeat until I get really sick of it. It's a bad habit of mine. But then when I hear it years later, I remember the time in my life when I was so interested in the thing. Perfume does the same kind of thing for me. When I smell this one called Crazy, it reminds me of Fashion Island in California and like 6th grade? Ah, a time of innocence. Sort of. And American Original/Manifesto reminds me of being 14/15 and all the things that go with that. Boys, school, dances, things I used to care about. There's this one perfume that reminds me of a video game my brother and I used to play called Bonk on Turbo Graffix. Explain that one to me. Good luck. Especially since almost no one has heard of that game or its system.
Anyway>I'm going off to try and find another template. Or try to get to sleep. We'll see.

"The dancer is a singer without a voice, an artist lacking a brush, a musician without an instrument, a poet without rhyme, a writer without words."
>Dr.P<