Babe, let's move to Sicily
Just you and me
and the mediterranean sea.
I work on a scallop boat
that would keep us afloat
the sun would burn my throat.
You lie beneath the shade
writing songs all day
into the summer haze,
and in the evening
we go stealing
out beneath different stars.
Night would hold us
and gently fold us
we'd lose our minds
in tiny bars.
We never argue
'cause with just us two
there'd be no point to.
They need a surgeon
'cause in this version
we become one person.
And in the evening
we go stealing
out beneath different stars.
The night would hold us,
and gently fold us,
we'd lose our minds
in tiny bars
11/30/09
The cicadas, yeah the cicadas, are ringing in my ears, Awake from hibernation and singing from frustration about being locked up all year
What if I lost my memory?
What would I choose to be, who would I choose to keep close? Cool thought, huh?
Unconscious
I did my presentation today about Freud, turns out almost everybody in that class is an idiot. When I asked them, do you think we have an unconscious desire to die, they freaked out and thought I was insane. (Which is okay) but it shows you how shitty woodbridge is. Nobody can have a decent conversation down here anymore, everybody is way too wrapped up in their own 'life' to discuss deeper meanings, the soul, spirituality, energy, theories, ideas, no, they just want to insult everybody for being themselves.
This is Gay
I got booked for wearing lulu lemons- not even the tight ones, yet someone just walked in here with skinny jeans to drop off attendance and nobody noticed or cared.
11/29/09
Freud
You know, i cant believe its christmas season. I cant believe it's going to be december soon. I cant believe I read postsecret again, (another sunday, eh?) and I cant believe I have an essay due next week. This semester is pretty much over.
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince!
Computer Game! I gotta do polonio's assignment first. No sleep again tonight.
ZzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzz
its 5am? and i still have to write lesson plans. I gotta get up in about three and a half hours if I want to talk to Gerry for help. Kill me. Im exhausted. (but im prepared -ish)
11/28/09
Ouch
Five tables to serve and collect. And they're all complaining about something. And my partner doesn't believe in thinking.
kabskdjbskadbsakbdkasbd!
FUCK YOU MAC! FUCK YOU CANON!
It wont let me ADD the printer, even though it RECOGNIZES it's existance. WTF?!
whatever, i gotta go to work. ill stab someone later.
My Plan (rough idea)
Go to U of T, for English.
Live downtown, work at a pool or restaurant as a ptj. (I might even consider coming back up to vaughan for lifeguarding and such, due to the seniority.)
Do my schooling, for the four or so years
Find my own place
Travel and find coffee beans ! (aha, reminds me of willy wonka, when he was searching all over for candy flavours. Same idea though)
Open my own place, books, photography, music and clothes, EVERYWHERE
And the rest is written.
Thank You.
The picture's far too big to look at, kid
Your eyes won't open wide enough
And you're constantly surrounded
By the swirling stream of what is and what was
Well, we've all made our predictions
But the truth still isn't out
But if you want to see the future
Go and stare into a cloud
And keep trying to find your way
Out through that maze of memories
It all sort of looks familiar
Until you get up close, then it's different clearly
But each time you turn a corner
You're right back where you were
And your only hope is that forgetting
Might make a door appear
Is it your fear of being buried
That makes you so afraid to speak?
An avalanche of opinions
Like the one that fell that I'm now underneath
It was my voice that moved the first rock
And I would do it all again
I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet
But I like singing
So I'll be holding my note and stomping
And strumming and feeling so very lucky
And there is nothing I know except a lifetime's one moment
And wishing will just leave you empty
So you can try to live in darkness
But you will never shake the light
No, it will greet you every morning
Make you more aware with its absence at night
When you're wrapped up in your blankets, baby
That comfortable cocoon
But I've seen the day of your awakening, boy
And it's coming soon
So go ahead and lose yourself in liquor
And you can praise the clouded mind
But it isn't what you're thinking, no
It's the course of history, your position in line
You're just a piece of the puzzle
So I think you'd better find your place
And don't go blaming your knowledge
On some fruit you ate
Because there's been a great deal of discussion, yes
About the properties of man
I mean, animal or angel
You were carved from bone but your heart is just sand
And the wind is going to scatter it
And cover everything with love
So if it makes you happy then keep kneeling
But I'm standing up
Because this veil it has been lifted, yes
My eyes are wet with clarity
I've been a witness to such wonders, yes
I have searched for them all across this country
But I think I'll be returning now
To the town where I was born
And I understand you must keep moving, friend
But I'm headed home
Yeah, I'm going follow the road
And let the scenery sweeping by easily enter my body
I will send this message in code, underground
Through forests and deserts and cities
All across electric wire, it's a baited line
Yeah, the hook's in deep, boys, there's no more time
So you can struggle in the water
Be too stubborn to die
Or you can just let go
And be lifted to the sky
Beautiful Faces
Every weekend, I get to see people dressed to what they believe is most appealing. I get to see how they wish to leave an impression. The interesting fact about this, although, you shouldn't be surprised- I never fall for it. It's so easy to see through it, I don't know why it's such a mystery to some people. People aren't beautiful, they never will be.
11/27/09
Theyr playing my song!
I'm in love with a man nearly twiiice my aggge!
Breaktime :)
Why do we
Automatically scream so high pitched when were on rides? I get people are scared, but why do we go high pitched? Hmmm!
Hahahahha.
I just thought of a lecture I had the other day in family studies class. He basically warned us that our kids will search us up one day, and will be able to see what we were like, so BE GOOD. It's funny. I can't imagine a mini-me looking at old pictures of me, calling me old and lame and 'wtf are you wearing'-me.
A message to my future kids: SHUT UP, STOP MAKING FUN OF ME AND GO TO YOUR ROOM.
It's a cute thought though eh? Can't deny it. I'll let them in on everything on my life, if they ask. I got nothing to hide!
Did I mention?
I ended up playing the Oingo Boingo Vinyl on my old stereo. It's killah. I just need some new speakers, they're literally falling apart. Im going to see if my mom will let me move it to my room.. wouldn't that be awesome? Vito also says he has a rough trade album to start my collection, somewhere. !
Scary, huh?
I'm currently applying for university online. U of T so far is my only choice. York? Ryerson? Ughhhh. I cant believe i'm still blogging, and how I still fucking sound exactly the same. (My spelling has improved though, drastically, and it's not just because spellcheck helps me out.) I can't believe im applying to university. Seriously. I am so fucking old.
June 04
How do you make time fly?..
24 days left of bosco. do you have any ideas how that feels?.. ive beenthere for 10 years.. and now im leaving.. bosco is what made me the person i am now- the friends i have now.. the lessons ivve learned are scary. i cant explain how im going to feel at grad.. all i know is that i shouldnt wear makeup.. ill be balling.
how am i going to feel when i walk through bosco the last time? What the fuck am i going to do?.. How am i going to react when i realize things are starting to change- my lifes going to fly by now.. im growing up..im not going to be able to fight about who stole my pencil anmore, im not going to be able to steal lolas formt he survery, or slack of in class, or write things on the chalkboard when im not supposed to.. im not going to laugh there anymore, im not goiung to cry there anymore.. im nto going to be there.. itl just be a memory& it pains me to let go. this is history.
to finish things off: I cant wait for bressani. im starting a new life, im going to look at things differently, im going to maek and lsot friends, im going to fail, then work twenty times harder to redeem myself. Im going to make mistakes, im guna learn, and im going to live.
cheers.
I was so cute back then. And, when I look back at this blog, i'll probably laugh at my stupidity and say the exact same thing. I like how i mentioned in the last part on how i was going to fail. LOL. I did. HAPPY?!
I didn't turn into the person I wanted to be since grade 9.
Turns out, I'm still just as confused. I haven't changed a bit.
11/26/09
I don't need guidance, I need a plan.
It has to make sense. Nothing is making sense. I'm tired of this game, I just want to know.
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