I guess that it for now...
Maybe later?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
summer
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
coffee

I should really write in this thing more often, especially with all that I have to say!
Right now I'm preparing for a road ride with Cedric and Sarah, drinking some coffee Rueben brought me from Nelson. It's the Road Rider blend and its freakin good! It makes me think... think about where I'm from, the smell of the air, the water, the trees, and even more of my family. My father; I haven't heard from him much lately, maybe he's finally busy enough to be content. My brother; I guess we just aren't "old enough" to call and chat. My sister and mother; so busy with the "new life" in their lives, I'm sure a day never becomes dull. So whats up with me? repeat I guess, same old same old. Some new, some old but nothing really changes, not yet at least....
SCHOOL, stop eluding me!! What am I supposed to do? I got your stupid package that tells me all sorts of things about other courses but how do I know that I am signed up and ready! haha, its funny, I feel like a black ant lost in a red ant hill. That's a great challenge, but really the challenge is just getting past all this applying and whatever office mumbo jumbo I have to do.
Ok, so what else? bikes! yup lets ride bikes. Why do I love riding my bikes so much? because its like meditation for me. I just pedal and pedal and my mind works and works. I can think about you, and me and us. I can imagine all plausible possibilities based on the reality that is my life up until now....
realities...
Monday, July 4, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Hmmm
So I've come to the conclusion that all girls here are a roller coaster. They are never as they seem and things change weekly. I guess I'm a slow learner for still trying to get to know them, but now I understand why they skip second base and go all the way home the first chance they get... it might be the only chance. I always have the feeling that there is something else at play, or even someone else. Like theres always something to hide, something that holds her back. I know I'm generalizing a little here but I've met more then a few like this. The one thing I dont understand is what makes people so afraid of something new......
Probably the wrong fish in the wrong pond.
Probably the wrong fish in the wrong pond.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
I've been dreaming of sailing away
I'll build a boat out of paper-mâché
No belongings of any concern
I will be gone long before you will return
How can you try to hold on to
Names unequipped with a face
Look closely behind the ones in your mind
And safely beside the one that your heart believes
You're breathing life into brown paper bags
You set one down, so I took a drag
I can feel you in my lungs
Think my heart might jump the gun
Who would you like to hold on to
And who would you like to erase
Cause I can't decide, my heart and my mind
They don't think straight, they don't think straight
We've been very obsessed with the time
Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space
We've been so damn obsessed with the time
Picking the the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space
Can't get excited about space
Now who would you like to hold on to
And who would you like to erase
I'll build a boat out of paper-mâché
No belongings of any concern
I will be gone long before you will return
How can you try to hold on to
Names unequipped with a face
Look closely behind the ones in your mind
And safely beside the one that your heart believes
You're breathing life into brown paper bags
You set one down, so I took a drag
I can feel you in my lungs
Think my heart might jump the gun
Who would you like to hold on to
And who would you like to erase
Cause I can't decide, my heart and my mind
They don't think straight, they don't think straight
We've been very obsessed with the time
Picking the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space
We've been so damn obsessed with the time
Picking the the scabs that have grown from our minds
The world is a wonderful place
I wish I were there, I just can't get excited about space
Can't get excited about space
Now who would you like to hold on to
And who would you like to erase
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