Princess Poop and The Corn Stream - Part One

Nasty name I say... don't know what it has to do with anything, or where it came from... but as I sat down to do a little blogging this fine Saturday evening, I thought that title, and that's how it was born.

Seattle is rainy but not dark. Earlier it was a little on the bright and yellow-y side. I thought about that day that I was driving to school and the entire sky and its reflection in the rain was this glorious sunset hue. There was just the slightest amount of blue sky showing in the far east, but it gave just enough to light up everything.

I want to snowboard. D is watching something on the tv that is making me want to snowboard. I wonder if I will make it through this season without getting hurt. Man that would be great, and a true testiment to my progressively improving skills.

I gotta go, need to eat some food.

Good Friends With Eyeore

**If you are Lisa, its the two entries below this one. I had a creative moment and decided to write...

I look outside today and I feel as though I have been transported to the Hundred Acre Wood and am shacked up with Eyeore. I am sure you are all aware of who he is, so I am just going to carry on with my story. It is gloomy outside. It is dark, it is rainy, and it is just not an emotional lifter. In fact, I would go so far as to say, it is down-right depressing.

You look up at the sky and know that behind those clouds lies a beautiful day. But we are stuck beneath this grey sheet of clouds that are leaking their life blood to our lawns, watersheds, gardens, rooftops and streets. It will go on for weeks the news says. Yay.

The one thing I love about fall and winter is the onslaught of snow on the mountains. This snow provides a good basis for the only thing I look forward to in the winter.... snowboarding. It is still not possible for me to strap in and glide down the mountain, but if the temperature drops to just the right level, snow will fall on the mountains, and I will have my day in nature. Until then, I am going to be shacked up in school and my room, staring out little windows at leaking clouds.

Eyeore and I would make dandy friends. We could sit and foretell of more rain and gloom, while we lay our heads down in our arms, and sigh.

Buttfarts and Poodiddles

Huh? What? Ohhhhh Right! Buttfarts! Poodiddles!

Yeah. I don't know where the shit I come up with comes from, and maybe one day I will understand it - but for now, we will just have to accept it. Evenutally it won't matter anyway.

So, regarding yesterday's entry, today the said person made and attempt to reconcile what has already been lost. As expected, it was everyone's fault but their own. Which brings me to the topic of responsiblity.

There aren't enough people in this world that are willing to take responsibility for their own actions. Rather than saying "You know what? I fucked up." They put it on everyone else. They are victims of circumstance. Nothing they ever do is their fault. They are the same people that blame being late for work on the red light, the stupid pedestrian, or the minor fender bender that they slowed down to look at. These people, characteristically, continue their ways because they can get away with it. There are many of these people, so all they have to do is find another person that is also full of shit, and get the pity they desire. Sometimes they get attention from the events that caused the consequence to occur, and therefore find that if they keep screwing up and keep blaming it on other occurances, people will feel sorry for them - hence the false sense of attention.

Usually, people like me, upon hearing such crap, turn their backs and make a face. You know the face... rolling eyes,raised eyebrows, and half down-turned mouth. Eventually, nothing these people say or do is going to be thought to be of importance - it becomes the boy who cried wolf - only this time, the crying was a plethora of excuses that really have nothing to do with reality.

My words?

Grow the fuck up.

Shooting Yourself in the Foot Hurts.... Doesn't It?

When I was a teenager I made some mistakes that were real doozies. Some people continue to make these mistakes through out there lives, as if learning is impossible. I watch around me as people make the same mistakes over and over again and wonder if they will ever get past the mistake and see the pain that they have caused themselves, and others.

As an adult, I realize that the action of shooting myself in the foot hurt. And at the time, some of the consequences that were delivered brought forth a lightbulb that bore light on the idea that maybe what I was doing wasn't all that good for me - or the people around me. But as I live and breathe, today the majority of my stress is coming from watching someone I love shoot themselves in the foot repeatedly, and keep on walking... as if no pain was caused to themselves or those around them.

I will not divulge the actual identity of this person, for I would not want them to be humiliated by my sharing. But this person had the most amazing free ride. Live your life for 4 years as someone else wants, and you get a free post-secondary educaction. Not only that, but you already receive a top-notch high school education learning such cool things as karate, cirque de soleil, and circus (high wire, etc) on top of your academic studies - in a state of the art facility. You can even live at the school - and all of this, to you, is free. But again, you must relinquish all control of your life until you graduate. It is not easy, but the pro's greatly outweigh the cons.

Now this person who got this "free ride," if you will, managed to throw it all away. And rather than turn to their family during their time of need and support, they stayed away, not phoning anyone for months at a time. Their first progress report to us, was to inform us that they had been asked to leave. This person also greatly needed this discipline. As they had continually broken ties and bridges with most of their family through lies and deceit.

So, in the end, this person is now missing. We don't know where they are. As we sit and wait for some word, we feel a tightness, a pain, a disappointment, and a sadness for the loss of what can never be. There is nothing we can do but watch. Anything you say or do, goes in one ear/eye and out the other. Nothing matters but their own free will to fuck up their lives as they please. And while they do it, they expect us all to sit and watch... like a train wreck.

On another rather disappointing note, my chair was NOT WD40'd, and is back to its squeaking ways. Dad attributed it to the weather change. I was kind of enjoying that false sense of silence.

When We Are 402

When I lived on my own, Kat and I would have movie nights. We would walk down to the "purple chicken" and rent a few movies. The "purple chicken" was a nickname for a store called "Red Rooster" - one night, while drinking Kat, Tyler and I were sitting around discussing odds and ends, when the question of "Why would you call your store the Red Rooster?" came up. Tyler responded in the Tyler fashion, saying "It's better than a purple chicken."

Aaanyway, Kat and I rented "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" one night. There is a scene in the movie which made us both bawl our eyes out. Someone died. A best friend died. And we were broken. It was at this time when we decided that we had to die together - when we were 402 with our easy walkers and the guys from Guiness following us around waiting for us to die... we would have 40 cats and live in trailer parks. When I read this article today, it reminded me of that... can you imagine living with that many felines? The stench alone could kill someone.

I was given a new desk today by my mom and dad. It is a great desk and I am happy to have it. It actually has storage space, and a cupboard... and get this, I am no longer hunched over like Quasimodo. A wonderful invention. Now if I could just go pick up the WD-40 so my chair wouldn't sound.... wait a minute. Someone WD-40'd my chair! OMG! Who did it? I must know. They must know how much I love them!

Was it Chad? Was it Dad? It was likely Dad.. thats a very daddy thing to do. Remind me to tell him thanks for the lack of squeakyness!

Hmm. I don't know what to talk about today. I'm just babbling. Gotta love my pointless rants.