The Little Things

Apparently there was suppose to be a doomsday today.
I found this out last night, and was wondering why to begin with this day wasn't in 2012, but hey, I guess even the conspirasists get bored once in a while.

While talking with my friend on the phone about said doomsday, I joked I would be fairly content with myself if the world came to an end so long as I finished two more units of P.E. 10 online that night.  I mean yeah, given the chance there are so many things I'd like to upgrade about myself and such, but I think I'd be so amused with the irony that I wouldn't care about any of that.  This got me thinking about the little pleasures that I have, and the small unique things I like that not many others do.  Here would be a list of my all time favourite movies, books, C.D.s, and just stuff I find funny and enjoy

The Abbott and Costello Show (Favorite T.V. show of all time)
The Picture of Dorian Gray (Favorite book)
The Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask )
My beyond ripped jeans
The 5 mixed C.D.'s I made from 3 years ago
Jesse Cook (Favorite C.D./artist)
Bloodstream by Stateless (Favorite song)
The Lion King song "One of us"sung in 20+ languages
Night-lights..... (Long story)
Relating Narnia to pretty much anything
Ever After (Great movie)
The sound of a cello
The penguins/Mort from Madagascar
Benny and Joon (Amazing movie)
The older Aerosmith songs, like Rag Doll
Baking awesome cookies with Christina
Debating with Taleah
Bursting into random quotes from Criminal Minds/Harry Potter with Lindsey
Wearing rings
Using excessive alliteration
Crossing something off a list (who knew?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLprXHbn19I          (Abbott and Costello)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7LHOhHBX7M     :)

Elephant's memory (High school reflection)

These walls,

have somehow become mechanical

while remaining organic,

as they’ve devoured my naivety, insecurity

rage and fears.

Four long years and yet these walls,

mean absolutely nothing now.

It’s the people inside them

that give us an elephants memory

with every laugh, every anguish,

and every cheshire grin.

How I wish these walls

left me with something more than indifference,

but yet I’ve thanked them over and over again

out of some masochist belief,

for making my very being impenetrable.

How I wish they’d leave me with some positivity,

not pure apathy and annoyance,

other than just the beauty of the two wonderous people

I met that with me I’ll carry.

I wonder if I’ll regret my choice of leaving early,

but, perhaps like a vampire I’ll just keep looking onward, 

and conquer these ill-fated feelings of nostalgia. 

I know I’ll never stop pondering if I should go,

so here’s my leaving,

before my will becomes weaker and my eyes begin to linger

longer than they should;

as I continue my search for a place where laughter is pure and unaffected.

A Lassitude to Stoicism

Friend,

your stoic expression towards me,

inhibits characteristics of apathy and awkwardness.

For that, I somehow feel the need to apologize.

I suppose it wasn’t my fault, directly,

and I thought it was something that we could get over.

Yet you continue to find a way,

to rebuke everything from my age to my

very mannerisms.

I’d like to think there used to be a time of fun,

before you grew into this, Idiot.

I've giving up pondering whether you remember
when I saved your jacket from watery thieves, 

or those random conspiracies and conversations
you and her put on the straw of my frosted iced tea.

I refuse to admit that I miss you;

I’ve just come to accept that I only miss 

the familiar presence you were in my day.

So best of luck, because I know in a month,

it’ll be the last time I’ll ever see you,

but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish 

that you could just get over yourself,

shed some ego, 

so I could try one last goofy attempt

to try and make you laugh again.

 

Goldielocks

In a star-crossed house,

a wild child, 

with skin as resplendent as dusted smiles

and glossed eyes, 

condemned as a king to his gallows,

becomes an indecisive magnet,

mispronouncing foreign words and gallant hearts.

She sits, and eats three bowls of porridge.

Droplets of glitter devour her eyelashes,

while she consumes both liquid concern and 

substance laced laughs.

Neither bowl is good enough for her.

The epitome of emotions and heartfelt expressions,
is found in her freshly manicured nails,
that cautiously drag up and down the sheets 
of each bed,
as she tests each,
for comfort, security and future love.

She sits, but is alert as soon as she hears voices,
and quietly tip-toes like a jester out the door.
It's a shame that she thought she left things  
undisturbed and replaceable.

It's a shame,
that in this house of humans,
Goldielocks became the bear.

Quotes

"Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions."

-Oliver Wendall Holmes, Jr.

"Destruction leads to a very rough road, but it also breeds creation."

-Red Hot Chili Peppers


"Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock."

-Sigmund Freud

"Rock 'n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear."

-Frank Sinatra

"Without music, life would be a mistake." 

-Friedrich Nietzsche

The Jealousy of a Cheeseburger Wrapper

From the steam of calloused fingertips,

my outsides, 

my ruby checkered squares,

will be rapidly pulled back and disclosed.

Choose your perceptions of them,

whether they be ordinary, junky, 

or just a waste.

The tainted surface, I suppose, no one cares for,

as it becomes a non-edible barrier to

the gushy insides.

When stripped from exteriors,

the object of affection is revealed,

and complete, devote Honesty 

(and yummy goodness) 

hastily grin back. 

I’ve found I cannot be angered 

over what is placed within me;

Whether it is a burger cooked too little,

or too much.

Or a heart,

that has been exposed too little,

or just a little too much.

Yet try,

try to pretend you care not what I contain,

for if you do you my shame will be divulged; 

I am not content remaining a simplistic wrapper,

forever envious of the glorious tempest of human skin.