Peaches here...
I feel like I should, at some point, re-evaluate some part of my life since these stories seem to pop up too frequently and too randomly. And by 'these stories' I mean all the insane things that come out of people's mouths (including my own).
So today's conversation pick -
Him "You know, I could picture you as a dominatrix."
Me "Please don't picture me. At all."
Him "Yep, can't you (waves at colleague)"
That guy "Yup!"
Him "See? (proud)"
Peaches "...Yes, well now that you've found my secret part time job... Whatever gave it away, the pictures, the handcuffs, the intense sarcasm?"
Him "Well, handcuffs mostly."
Peaches... "... (dammit) Right, you.. uhm... actually knew about those. Aaaanyways, lovely salad today!"
(*Him just so happens to be one of the people I work for on a very random lunch-break conversation.)
Is it just me this happens to continuously?
Anyways, off to enjoy cereal (the non-soggy kind) and some bad TV. Today also involved getting flu-jabs (me and then five 60+ers), throwing things at (!) the postman, and sugar-spiking tea. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies for lunch.
xoxo
Peaches
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Friday, 20 November 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Civil rights & Milky ways
Just had to put this out there (and yes, I watched the movie, but that's hardly the point... Although the movie is damn good, and personally I think James Franco was highly under-rated in it as well, Oscars be damned).
Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...
Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Twilight syndrome
Right, so I was just googling a quick image of the Twilight posters (don't even pretend not to know what I'm talking about!) for a CD label, when I came accross this blog.
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Love, flue, and boob-jobs
First off, I just wanted to send out some love to our very own Camilla, home with some form of throat-flu (fever and a terrible pain I hear, enough to condemn the poor girl to the sofa with a remote control and Heroes playing... ah the eye-sexing on that screen!). We all wish you get better very very soon (aka now!) and I'm sending the love...
Now as far as other things... Random mention, I just dyed my hair again, trying to cover the sudden blonde roots... Uhm... Well, it itches, is far more red, and the roots on one side are still blonde. But whatever, suits my confused state of life at the mo.
Good credit crunch news would be that there is still a job to go to in the morning. Who knew little 'ol me would feel that way about a 9-5 eh? Ok, so maybe it's not really that 9-5esque everyday... maybe I don't wanna blow my brains out THAT badly every morning when waking up at SEVEN (yes yes, I shouldn't complain)... But again. Hey.
Oh and the boys then, you ask?
Well, one of them was playing the field doubly (no, stop it Camilla, not like that). He decided he could have as many girls as he wanted, as long as he didn't technically lie to any of them. Technicalities, gotta love em. So no more coffees there... which sucks. Once I get over the embarassment and sudden flair of riddiculous annoyance I'll go claim that free cuppa, promise. x
Then there was work-boy. Very sweet text, very sweet over-all, and zero attraction. So I decided going to the movies to watch gore-fest 2009 ala Friday 13th was a great idea. Well, obviously it was all a scam. I have a thing for Jason (who doesn't), and since SPN's Jared Pada-something was in the main lead as Clay (Whitney's brother), however could I resist? Honestly, it was good... Too much nakedness with no real point tho, a bunch of boob flashes (we get it, you want guys to see it), and a little over the top. But. Funky-druggie-asian dude was hillarious! the ending was just too funny (and, I'll admit, I jumped), and Jared's down-and-serious acting actually kept the movie on a likable base. Thumbs up! (I know,shocked too)
And... uhm... yeah, long post again. There's that other guy. Yes. THAT one. Who goes from 'nothing serious, just hanging' to 'very serious, miss you' back to 'hubba?'. But as soon as body parts or sex is even on the vague topic board (aka movie scene of boobs... darn hollywood) then there's pleanty of attention. What's with that anyways? :( Boys, seriously, I get the whole sexual frustration thing (believe me, am getting it, like, very veyr very much!), but treat your girl with some respect. I mean really, babbling about 'Carpe Diem' with sad puppy eyes makes no difference at all. Yes, you look adorable and we wanna hug you, but we wanna slap you at the same time, probably more even...
Right, that makes very little sense in this short (not kidding!) post, but hey... Oh, and apparently my boobs are 'awesome', or so I was told by an auditioning actor the other day. Pre-audition fyi. Gotta love those outspoken ones huh... Oh well, thanx hun, they are awesome, but they are far out of your league. mostly cause of that comment :)... Oh, and what is it about so many actor portfolios (girls) containing sex-posing? I mean really, sure you're a serious actress, but why the lace and silicone?
Love to ya'll, stay safe in that snow-chaos (if it's still affecting you), and happy belated Valentines Day! <3 <3 (it's not about mushy romance really)
xo
Peaches
PS. Best Valentines tip? Skip the bloody standards and cliches... Flowers are all good and well, but whenever you take hints from a book/google/a-found-Cosmo/your dad, it just isn't a guarantee for success. Think outside the box ppl, like you might actually know the girl/boy in question?
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Boys, toys & living the dream
When we're young and innocent, people tell us to think of the future. To imagine what we might want to do as grown ups. We are expected to have dreams, plans, passions... Fairy-tales or darkened realities, they all come down to one thing- a future!
Then time swoops by, and one day you are standing there. The job, the rapidly decreasing bank account, the insurance papers and sickness covers with fine-prints, laundry bags, and evening news... And, of course, a lack of a social life. Until one crashes down, hits you over the head, and leaves you confused, but nonetheless very much alive.
I suppose I ought to explain myself. I was cleaning my room today and realized I had all that. Tomorrow I've gotta pay rent. The insurance policies have been paid (the wonders of direct-debit), and I've got my phone bill covered (although the fact that the earpiece of the phone is broken, and you can't actually hear a thing, well, that's a later problem). And I'm agonizing over things like savings accounts and the economic recession. I even had a vaguely serious discussion about high-schoolers future options in this financial climate.
Oh, and I say words like "...in this financial climate."
When did we grow up? I'm twenty for crying out loud!! But, I must admit, I enjoy ever bit of it, as scary as it sounds.
Then, of course, there are the problems. So many of them, but let's start with the interesting dramatics, the ones entitled 'lies, boys, and lattes'. I walk around wholly aware of people's shady sides. My wedding dream focuses on a secret savings account ready for the divorce, and a solid pre-nup. The idea of long-term commitment frightens me almost as much as I secretly would like to enjoy it. And hearing "I love you" has on previous occassions been greeted with stuttering, "oh...", and my favourite... "Thanks... ehrm...". Me? A bitch? Never *gasps*
Yet, then and again you bump into someone. And they get you all jittery. Every logical sense (as well as your loving caring friends... and all other sane ppl) is telling you to run far and fast, but your heart beats faster and you smile like a fourteen year old school girl with a crush. You flirt, you get flirted with, there are promises, chocolates, cuddles and... truth. Like, he loves you, but loves that bottle as well. Like, on occassion the passion streak turns into violently jelaous temperament. Or, "I... have a girlfriend..." a month or something in.
That is when you pick yourself up, ask what the heck you've been thinking, and realize it still hurts because heaven forbid it you liked the guy. For once. And of course he was a bad boy. Because all those nice boys with manners and safe sides, they don't stir that wild butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Nope... That's the boy with the hidden tattoo, the one who almost went to prison, or the one who just checked out of rehab... or why not the one who stole magazines from seven eleven. If you have a type, you have a type... Even if you really just secretly want a nice fluffy comedian, who will make you cry and laugh and hold you tight whenever you need it (without having been asked). The best friend that loves and is loved...
But for now... Paperwork, rents, laundry, garbadge disposal days (the schedule is on the door), grocery shopping, and the nagging voice that tells you to eat fruit... Oh, and savings accounts. And most importantly, friends and family. Because they're truly un-conditional.
<3 (P.S. Sorry abt the long posts... guess it makes up for the sporadic-ness... and FYI Cam is right about Veronica Mars AND proper pencil sharpeners... and to all the nice boys & girls out there who dare take a chance. You are all very admirable, you really are. Wouldn't want to end this on a gloomy note eh...)
xo Peaches
Then time swoops by, and one day you are standing there. The job, the rapidly decreasing bank account, the insurance papers and sickness covers with fine-prints, laundry bags, and evening news... And, of course, a lack of a social life. Until one crashes down, hits you over the head, and leaves you confused, but nonetheless very much alive.
I suppose I ought to explain myself. I was cleaning my room today and realized I had all that. Tomorrow I've gotta pay rent. The insurance policies have been paid (the wonders of direct-debit), and I've got my phone bill covered (although the fact that the earpiece of the phone is broken, and you can't actually hear a thing, well, that's a later problem). And I'm agonizing over things like savings accounts and the economic recession. I even had a vaguely serious discussion about high-schoolers future options in this financial climate.
Oh, and I say words like "...in this financial climate."
When did we grow up? I'm twenty for crying out loud!! But, I must admit, I enjoy ever bit of it, as scary as it sounds.
Then, of course, there are the problems. So many of them, but let's start with the interesting dramatics, the ones entitled 'lies, boys, and lattes'. I walk around wholly aware of people's shady sides. My wedding dream focuses on a secret savings account ready for the divorce, and a solid pre-nup. The idea of long-term commitment frightens me almost as much as I secretly would like to enjoy it. And hearing "I love you" has on previous occassions been greeted with stuttering, "oh...", and my favourite... "Thanks... ehrm...". Me? A bitch? Never *gasps*
Yet, then and again you bump into someone. And they get you all jittery. Every logical sense (as well as your loving caring friends... and all other sane ppl) is telling you to run far and fast, but your heart beats faster and you smile like a fourteen year old school girl with a crush. You flirt, you get flirted with, there are promises, chocolates, cuddles and... truth. Like, he loves you, but loves that bottle as well. Like, on occassion the passion streak turns into violently jelaous temperament. Or, "I... have a girlfriend..." a month or something in.
That is when you pick yourself up, ask what the heck you've been thinking, and realize it still hurts because heaven forbid it you liked the guy. For once. And of course he was a bad boy. Because all those nice boys with manners and safe sides, they don't stir that wild butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Nope... That's the boy with the hidden tattoo, the one who almost went to prison, or the one who just checked out of rehab... or why not the one who stole magazines from seven eleven. If you have a type, you have a type... Even if you really just secretly want a nice fluffy comedian, who will make you cry and laugh and hold you tight whenever you need it (without having been asked). The best friend that loves and is loved...
But for now... Paperwork, rents, laundry, garbadge disposal days (the schedule is on the door), grocery shopping, and the nagging voice that tells you to eat fruit... Oh, and savings accounts. And most importantly, friends and family. Because they're truly un-conditional.
<3 (P.S. Sorry abt the long posts... guess it makes up for the sporadic-ness... and FYI Cam is right about Veronica Mars AND proper pencil sharpeners... and to all the nice boys & girls out there who dare take a chance. You are all very admirable, you really are. Wouldn't want to end this on a gloomy note eh...)
xo Peaches
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Happy New Year!!
Resolutions & Stuff... That should be the title, but happy new years sounds so much more... festive and stuff!
Okay, so basically, it's been an upside-down year, with a lot of amazing things and a lot of not great moments. Over all, it's been educational, and to sum it up I wouldn't really want to trade it. I'd want to change so much, but since the time machine has yet to be invented (and it'd just mess thins up in the end)...
So, lessons learned? Home is where the heart is, no matter where in the world you may be at the time. And life is beautiful, and chances are worth taking, because sometimes they pay off. And if nothing else, you'll have more peace in your heart if you go after whatever it is that's making your butterflies jump (career/family/friends/romantically-wise). I can't believe how far everyone's come. I'm so proud of my family and my friends (shut up, I'm having a chick-flick moment!) for everything they've done, and everything I know they'll still accomplish.
It's amazing how distance really does make the heart grow fonder, and after some time you start wonderin what's really important in life. I moved this year, 1285 miles (or 2068 km) away from what used to be home. According to google maps, that's about a 22 hour drive. It makes your think, about a lot of things. I also learnt that kids only grow up once (duh douche), and that it really makes all the difference in the world what you do with those precious moments you spend with them. Remember when they used to say 'kids are the future' and talk about us? Hah, new generation's come and made us old! But anyways :). I learned that my slight problem with staying put isn't going to go away before I figure out how and where to make the pieces fall together. They just haven't quite yet, but I'm ok with that. Work in progress dammit!
Oh, and it's worth chasing after your dreams. Otherwise, you might just end up regretting something, and that's quite a burden to bear... Then again, sometimes your dream changes, and gets split in two vastly different geographical locations. Or three... Turns out you might not be the only one moving around. :)
So enough of my lame babbling (but hey, the title WAS 'there's something wrong...' you'd think you would've thought it through). I'm sure Camilla's got something quirky and philosophical to add! First, new years resolutions though...
Uhm... Well, you're not supposed to say them out loud are you? I'm thinking sharing them with the world counts! But I've got one or two, so... yay.
Love ya'll! Stay safe (that means no fire crackers into each other's eyes, it's such a bad idea, trust me), happy, and keep dreaming big. And remember the people you love like to be reminded of that... You never know when you won't have a chance to tell em again. Oooh! And spread the holiday magic (yes, I stubbornly refuse to believe there is none, despite all evidence of the contrary!)
<3<3<3<3<3<3
Ps. *waves fist* Camilla! You mentioned the cookie club! You must now paaaaay *snatches chocolate chips*
Okay, so basically, it's been an upside-down year, with a lot of amazing things and a lot of not great moments. Over all, it's been educational, and to sum it up I wouldn't really want to trade it. I'd want to change so much, but since the time machine has yet to be invented (and it'd just mess thins up in the end)...
So, lessons learned? Home is where the heart is, no matter where in the world you may be at the time. And life is beautiful, and chances are worth taking, because sometimes they pay off. And if nothing else, you'll have more peace in your heart if you go after whatever it is that's making your butterflies jump (career/family/friends/romantically-wise). I can't believe how far everyone's come. I'm so proud of my family and my friends (shut up, I'm having a chick-flick moment!) for everything they've done, and everything I know they'll still accomplish.
It's amazing how distance really does make the heart grow fonder, and after some time you start wonderin what's really important in life. I moved this year, 1285 miles (or 2068 km) away from what used to be home. According to google maps, that's about a 22 hour drive. It makes your think, about a lot of things. I also learnt that kids only grow up once (duh douche), and that it really makes all the difference in the world what you do with those precious moments you spend with them. Remember when they used to say 'kids are the future' and talk about us? Hah, new generation's come and made us old! But anyways :). I learned that my slight problem with staying put isn't going to go away before I figure out how and where to make the pieces fall together. They just haven't quite yet, but I'm ok with that. Work in progress dammit!
Oh, and it's worth chasing after your dreams. Otherwise, you might just end up regretting something, and that's quite a burden to bear... Then again, sometimes your dream changes, and gets split in two vastly different geographical locations. Or three... Turns out you might not be the only one moving around. :)
So enough of my lame babbling (but hey, the title WAS 'there's something wrong...' you'd think you would've thought it through). I'm sure Camilla's got something quirky and philosophical to add! First, new years resolutions though...
Uhm... Well, you're not supposed to say them out loud are you? I'm thinking sharing them with the world counts! But I've got one or two, so... yay.
Love ya'll! Stay safe (that means no fire crackers into each other's eyes, it's such a bad idea, trust me), happy, and keep dreaming big. And remember the people you love like to be reminded of that... You never know when you won't have a chance to tell em again. Oooh! And spread the holiday magic (yes, I stubbornly refuse to believe there is none, despite all evidence of the contrary!)
<3<3<3<3<3<3
Ps. *waves fist* Camilla! You mentioned the cookie club! You must now paaaaay *snatches chocolate chips*
Monday, 1 December 2008
Back-and-forth
People fall down like fall leaves, but like spring flowers they crawl up again. From the deepest pits of crap and hell fire, we always have a tendency to pick ourselves up from the worst of messes. Still, it doesn't mean its easy, or even always doable. It's a wierd wierd feelin when you think about how non-invincible we are, and how innocent some dreams of the future really are.
How things like money and age and timing, and where you're thrown into this circus of life, how they all affect the chances we've got for the future... Or how hard it is to push through all that and just focus on what you want. Because there're pleanty of distractions in the way, not in the least oneself. And dark cold nights of thinking too much...
What, over-thinking much? I have NO idea what you're talking about...
Did I mention I'm on a fruit 'diet', which basically means I eat a lot of fruit, and actually make those three meals a day. I'll blame all that fruity-vitaminy-ness for any wackness on here.
Bthw, CONGRATULATIONS to Camilla for being a grand winner of this years Nanowrimo, I'm so proud! And she didn't just score the word count, she actually took something great she had planned out and dreamed up in her head, and brought it onto paper to share with the world, and from what I've had the privvy to read, it's great...
Mark my words, one day this gal will change the world. In big ways. You better see it coming ;)
xo
Peaches
How things like money and age and timing, and where you're thrown into this circus of life, how they all affect the chances we've got for the future... Or how hard it is to push through all that and just focus on what you want. Because there're pleanty of distractions in the way, not in the least oneself. And dark cold nights of thinking too much...
What, over-thinking much? I have NO idea what you're talking about...
Did I mention I'm on a fruit 'diet', which basically means I eat a lot of fruit, and actually make those three meals a day. I'll blame all that fruity-vitaminy-ness for any wackness on here.
Bthw, CONGRATULATIONS to Camilla for being a grand winner of this years Nanowrimo, I'm so proud! And she didn't just score the word count, she actually took something great she had planned out and dreamed up in her head, and brought it onto paper to share with the world, and from what I've had the privvy to read, it's great...
Mark my words, one day this gal will change the world. In big ways. You better see it coming ;)
xo
Peaches
Sunday, 23 November 2008
Starry nights & lattes
Hey guys
Peaches here... Been thinking a little about this whole structure thing of writing. Nanowrimo is in full swing, causing random bursts of word-craze here and there, which I've gotta say is both inspiring and daunting. Makes you think of all those half/un-finished pieces taking up space on the hard-drive. Not to mention the paper trails under the desk...
I've been thinking about development techniques. The hardest part about coming to the ending, for me, is getting a proper grip on the whole story-line. I'm a little bit of a damaged perfectionist, I have to understand the meaning behind every word, every action, my characters take. I want to know their issues, their inhibitions, what drives and what breaks them. So I figured, why not analyse it. You have a story in your head, but you are not completely certain of how it is going to play out, or if your answers are the right ones, or complex enough to reflect this 'reality'.
So, with a latte (extra whip! Extra I tell you! if you can't get chocolate sprinkles on it...) at my side, and country music-meets Kanye something-or-other playing on the cafe` radio, I started doing a report. Remember English class in school, when you had to read all those ancient novels and figure out the deeper meaning and reflect on them? Well, turns out there might have been a point to it. Cause I've got less than two pages of notes, but I think I've cracked the arch of the story.
So tip of the day, take a step back from the actual agonizing process of trying to write all the pussle pieces together, and just consider the work as it lays in your head. As a reader, as the audience member, what speaks to you? What problems and solutions are reflected in the storyline? What paralells can be drawn? What questionmarks are answered, and why are some left behind?
Now, I've gotta go back to Lorelie (yes, my computer has a name, no mocking required), and fight out some more word wars with Camilla... She's beating me senseless in nanowrimo bthw, awesome awesome lady!
*throws chocolate *
/Peaches
Peaches here... Been thinking a little about this whole structure thing of writing. Nanowrimo is in full swing, causing random bursts of word-craze here and there, which I've gotta say is both inspiring and daunting. Makes you think of all those half/un-finished pieces taking up space on the hard-drive. Not to mention the paper trails under the desk...
I've been thinking about development techniques. The hardest part about coming to the ending, for me, is getting a proper grip on the whole story-line. I'm a little bit of a damaged perfectionist, I have to understand the meaning behind every word, every action, my characters take. I want to know their issues, their inhibitions, what drives and what breaks them. So I figured, why not analyse it. You have a story in your head, but you are not completely certain of how it is going to play out, or if your answers are the right ones, or complex enough to reflect this 'reality'.
So, with a latte (extra whip! Extra I tell you! if you can't get chocolate sprinkles on it...) at my side, and country music-meets Kanye something-or-other playing on the cafe` radio, I started doing a report. Remember English class in school, when you had to read all those ancient novels and figure out the deeper meaning and reflect on them? Well, turns out there might have been a point to it. Cause I've got less than two pages of notes, but I think I've cracked the arch of the story.
So tip of the day, take a step back from the actual agonizing process of trying to write all the pussle pieces together, and just consider the work as it lays in your head. As a reader, as the audience member, what speaks to you? What problems and solutions are reflected in the storyline? What paralells can be drawn? What questionmarks are answered, and why are some left behind?
Now, I've gotta go back to Lorelie (yes, my computer has a name, no mocking required), and fight out some more word wars with Camilla... She's beating me senseless in nanowrimo bthw, awesome awesome lady!
*throws chocolate *
/Peaches
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Real
So, sleep deprived and with that odd pit-fall feeling in my stomach, the one you get when you are so far past exhausted it just gets riddiculous. Like, you know, falling asleep at the train station. In. You know. Major hectic cities.
...Aaanyways...
Just wanted to put this out there tonight, before the stroke of midnight turns us into another day of hope and misery.
...Aaanyways...
Just wanted to put this out there tonight, before the stroke of midnight turns us into another day of hope and misery.
Hope dangles on a string
Etched to these walls
it lingers amidst sin and pain and
love
.
far away your voice is an echo
of the past, the future a distant page untouched
.
Hope looks ahead
silver chains shattering like frozen rain
.
whatever comes beyond this moment will be
.
but hope dangles on a string
so thin it becomes us
thick enough to endure
.
Somedays you want nothing more than the clock to pause and halt the un pending changes that await us around the corner. Life strolls along, smiling at the good and the bad and inevitably we do to...
Didn't mean to get philosophical. Exhausted, drained, shattered, remember? Plus chocolate... I'll just, be over there *points * in the bed.
cheesecake
Peaches
Friday, 14 November 2008
'Breaking news'
Peaches here mateys...
So I came home from work this evening, and found this little note from Camilla sitting in my inbox:
Girl dies in horrible boating accident
Peaches, or von Wuttenberger as she was called by her close ones,
were this evening found crushed by a boat in the middle of London.
Sources say she was still at work in the desolate area in the South of
England at 7pm this evening, but then her actions are unaccounted
for. How she got there is a mystery for the police. Her parents and
friends say she was a gentle, thought highly sexually frustrated girl.
I think that did all the work in the gym section, I mean five minutes of rolling on the floor laughing must count for some calories/muscle builders right?
Maybe it is just more of an inside thing. Maybe normal people just do not appreciate our insanity the same way we do. Or perhaps we’re just too far out of the circle of social normality to realize we’ve gone coko for coco puffs.
Speaking of which, most embarrassing moment of the last six months-award was just topped.
When your boss actually walks in and asks about those handcuffs... you know you’re in trouble. Especially if said fluffy hand cuffs are currently hidden under your desk, while their existence is slowly becoming a rather epic horror/comic story. I presume there will be more digs about them to come, but frankly I can only blush so much and am now done with it! Damn you Camilla, how I love your wacky ways!!!
Now, about that sexual frustration?
Peaches
P.S. I will still bring the key ( I presume they will be lent out at some point), and the bottle still holds until then... sorry love, it’s too good a story to pass up on. & what Cam said in the last post, if anyone wants to shed some light on... eh? the thoughts behind thinspiration?!!?
So I came home from work this evening, and found this little note from Camilla sitting in my inbox:
Girl dies in horrible boating accident
Peaches, or von Wuttenberger as she was called by her close ones,
were this evening found crushed by a boat in the middle of London.
Sources say she was still at work in the desolate area in the South of
England at 7pm this evening, but then her actions are unaccounted
for. How she got there is a mystery for the police. Her parents and
friends say she was a gentle, thought highly sexually frustrated girl.
I think that did all the work in the gym section, I mean five minutes of rolling on the floor laughing must count for some calories/muscle builders right?
Maybe it is just more of an inside thing. Maybe normal people just do not appreciate our insanity the same way we do. Or perhaps we’re just too far out of the circle of social normality to realize we’ve gone coko for coco puffs.
Speaking of which, most embarrassing moment of the last six months-award was just topped.
When your boss actually walks in and asks about those handcuffs... you know you’re in trouble. Especially if said fluffy hand cuffs are currently hidden under your desk, while their existence is slowly becoming a rather epic horror/comic story. I presume there will be more digs about them to come, but frankly I can only blush so much and am now done with it! Damn you Camilla, how I love your wacky ways!!!
Now, about that sexual frustration?
Peaches
P.S. I will still bring the key ( I presume they will be lent out at some point), and the bottle still holds until then... sorry love, it’s too good a story to pass up on. & what Cam said in the last post, if anyone wants to shed some light on... eh? the thoughts behind thinspiration?!!?
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
P nods head...and screams
So got back to work this morning... After a few days off after making long to-do lists for the guys. Piles were still there. Hair on head remains. Mostly because the day was survived by thoughts of keyboards (how sad is that?), hand cuffs in the mail, and that idea of Steven Spielberg being rejected from USC.
Because, really, that makes anybody feel just a little bit better.
And about the ignorance, yes Camilla. it. is. too. late.
On the other hand, think about how much fun it is to actually know these things, i.e. you can actually realize some fraction of all the reasons out there to panic and grow overly depressed, addicted to chocolate, and kill printers?
Oh and another thing... For info on how to... save... some of the printers in the world from assistant rage black outs, check out 'Hollywood assistant's handbook, 86 rulesfor aspiring power players' by Hillary Stamm and Peter Nowalk. It's hilarious, sarcastic, packed with great feel good and hysteric material, and lists... Because who can resist lists? It also confirms Tarantino's thoughts of 'Blockbuster is my university.' Amen darling, amen...
kisses and such
Peaches ;)
Because, really, that makes anybody feel just a little bit better.
And about the ignorance, yes Camilla. it. is. too. late.
On the other hand, think about how much fun it is to actually know these things, i.e. you can actually realize some fraction of all the reasons out there to panic and grow overly depressed, addicted to chocolate, and kill printers?
Oh and another thing... For info on how to... save... some of the printers in the world from assistant rage black outs, check out 'Hollywood assistant's handbook, 86 rulesfor aspiring power players' by Hillary Stamm and Peter Nowalk. It's hilarious, sarcastic, packed with great feel good and hysteric material, and lists... Because who can resist lists? It also confirms Tarantino's thoughts of 'Blockbuster is my university.' Amen darling, amen...
kisses and such
Peaches ;)
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Ey! And gooeyness
Okay, Peaches here...
And first of all let me clarify one... two... a couple of things. One, Camilla is an amazing friend. She tells you those little things you need to hear like "dude, get the f@ck out and get milk cause you need to get laid." And of course knows how to mind-game you into doing exactly that regardless of your excellent reasonings not to... because, really, think about this. Computer and ice cream for a night in vs. gooey eyed boy in the grocery store...
Yes. He has gooey eyes. I hate the damned gooey things. I hate the girly little thingy whispering in the... my... ehrm... head. It's annoying, and he's just a pretty little puppy thing and then I will visciously dump him and carry on being the "wound up bitch" (quote per 40yr old whom I did not allow to buy me Whiskey). I can add "with serious committment issues" to that. But nevermind.
I went. I saw. I made very snarky and fairly cool (i.e. he might not have noticed the riddiculous creeping blush and the way I stared at his lips) comments, got my milk, and left. See, goal achieved. Not, to throw some things back. 1. I am so not falling into the little compartment of girlieness which includes but is not limited to constant swooning, making 'awh' noises (I will stop it soon enough), or pouting while wearing too much make up in the hopes he'll unbotton his shirt for the world...
... mmm..
Oh, no right... No. Not happening. Just a tinsy bit of sexual frustration here, nothing more. Now, abt miss Camilla here... Bastard's been creative and productive and is coming close to going way way past the 50,000 word count mark this month. Remember those annoying ppl who got things done and could put 'The end' signs on things I yapped about earlier? *points * There, there's one of them... Love her though, and am counting the days til I can see her (and secretly steal her hard drive).
Is it wierd that I really want peaches now?
PS. US guys or citizens or anybody eligible to vote, get out and vote dammit! For any of the candidates, or Don Rosa, or even Paris... Just vote! It's democracy for you... :)
And first of all let me clarify one... two... a couple of things. One, Camilla is an amazing friend. She tells you those little things you need to hear like "dude, get the f@ck out and get milk cause you need to get laid." And of course knows how to mind-game you into doing exactly that regardless of your excellent reasonings not to... because, really, think about this. Computer and ice cream for a night in vs. gooey eyed boy in the grocery store...
Yes. He has gooey eyes. I hate the damned gooey things. I hate the girly little thingy whispering in the... my... ehrm... head. It's annoying, and he's just a pretty little puppy thing and then I will visciously dump him and carry on being the "wound up bitch" (quote per 40yr old whom I did not allow to buy me Whiskey). I can add "with serious committment issues" to that. But nevermind.
I went. I saw. I made very snarky and fairly cool (i.e. he might not have noticed the riddiculous creeping blush and the way I stared at his lips) comments, got my milk, and left. See, goal achieved. Not, to throw some things back. 1. I am so not falling into the little compartment of girlieness which includes but is not limited to constant swooning, making 'awh' noises (I will stop it soon enough), or pouting while wearing too much make up in the hopes he'll unbotton his shirt for the world...
... mmm..
Oh, no right... No. Not happening. Just a tinsy bit of sexual frustration here, nothing more. Now, abt miss Camilla here... Bastard's been creative and productive and is coming close to going way way past the 50,000 word count mark this month. Remember those annoying ppl who got things done and could put 'The end' signs on things I yapped about earlier? *points * There, there's one of them... Love her though, and am counting the days til I can see her (and secretly steal her hard drive).
Is it wierd that I really want peaches now?
PS. US guys or citizens or anybody eligible to vote, get out and vote dammit! For any of the candidates, or Don Rosa, or even Paris... Just vote! It's democracy for you... :)
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Troublemaker... and cold spots
Peaches here...
I just got cut off early in my daily phone shop time with Camilla :(... Just to clarify, I quite miss her.
So the day then? Well, as you might have heard the years are swooshing by and now this big circle of friends have become classified as official adults... Okay, sure, that's wishful thinking, it happened a couple of years ago. One of those dear friends hit the twenty-five mark almost a year ago (so I could have just said is almost reaching twenty-six, but hey that'd have been too mathematical for me), and I just spent some well needed phone time with her. Turns out a lot has changed in the months Peaches here has been attempting to be doing 'big changing things' a couple of countries away.
See, she is thinking about marriage. You know, wedding bands and dresses and cards... And of course, most importantly (to some ppl), the other person... Sometimes I can't help but wonder if this is a topic the boys simply do not think about all that much. There must be a reason it comes up in so many conversations between girls! Apart from the fact that we are culturally imprinted to be whiny/lacking in self-esteem/boob-and-wrinkles paranoid. Anyways, not the point.
This whole marriage thing. They are complete opposites, and they have had ups and downs that have landed tears and laughter within minutes of each other. I have called him a looser (which I will not include in my wedding toast) and she has called him... many things. Including safe. And a boy. Because at the end of the day, she wants a boy. The security of someone who wants you. Plus a career.
Don't get me wrong, these are all good things. If it's real, bloody 'ell I hope I have grown enough to know to hold onto that if it does swing by my life.... It makes me start to wonder though, what will I tell her when we're on the phone and she is crying again. Will I even be the one she calls, or will I have moved so far away that I remember our fights better than our friendship?
Sorry, a bit too serious a posting... I will lighten it up by sharing with ya'll that I today made a very important conclusion with regards to cold, food, tea bags, and winter jackets. If you are shaking and forget your name while answering the phone (at work), and your solution is to work steam therapy with your throat and the tea-pot, you may feel a slight bit of nausea that will result in a lack of lunch and sitting huddled in a corner wearing a winter jacket while humming songs in foreign languages... (still at work)
I am off to take a shower now... Just, you know, keeping you informed.
Stay safe out there...
....Peaches
Why is it we never settle for the simple things, before it's too late...
I just got cut off early in my daily phone shop time with Camilla :(... Just to clarify, I quite miss her.
So the day then? Well, as you might have heard the years are swooshing by and now this big circle of friends have become classified as official adults... Okay, sure, that's wishful thinking, it happened a couple of years ago. One of those dear friends hit the twenty-five mark almost a year ago (so I could have just said is almost reaching twenty-six, but hey that'd have been too mathematical for me), and I just spent some well needed phone time with her. Turns out a lot has changed in the months Peaches here has been attempting to be doing 'big changing things' a couple of countries away.
See, she is thinking about marriage. You know, wedding bands and dresses and cards... And of course, most importantly (to some ppl), the other person... Sometimes I can't help but wonder if this is a topic the boys simply do not think about all that much. There must be a reason it comes up in so many conversations between girls! Apart from the fact that we are culturally imprinted to be whiny/lacking in self-esteem/boob-and-wrinkles paranoid. Anyways, not the point.
This whole marriage thing. They are complete opposites, and they have had ups and downs that have landed tears and laughter within minutes of each other. I have called him a looser (which I will not include in my wedding toast) and she has called him... many things. Including safe. And a boy. Because at the end of the day, she wants a boy. The security of someone who wants you. Plus a career.
Don't get me wrong, these are all good things. If it's real, bloody 'ell I hope I have grown enough to know to hold onto that if it does swing by my life.... It makes me start to wonder though, what will I tell her when we're on the phone and she is crying again. Will I even be the one she calls, or will I have moved so far away that I remember our fights better than our friendship?
Sorry, a bit too serious a posting... I will lighten it up by sharing with ya'll that I today made a very important conclusion with regards to cold, food, tea bags, and winter jackets. If you are shaking and forget your name while answering the phone (at work), and your solution is to work steam therapy with your throat and the tea-pot, you may feel a slight bit of nausea that will result in a lack of lunch and sitting huddled in a corner wearing a winter jacket while humming songs in foreign languages... (still at work)
I am off to take a shower now... Just, you know, keeping you informed.
Stay safe out there...
....Peaches
Why is it we never settle for the simple things, before it's too late...
Good morning Baltimore!
Yes, this is Camilla! You might just have guessed.
What am I doing home at 10 am at a schoolday, you might ask? Or not, if you don't know my schedule. well, apparently I don't even know my schedule, because even though I thought I had to be in school by now it seems I don't start for another 2 hours.
What to do, what to do...
Well, I'm sitting here studying! Or, well...more like I have my book infront of me, but also my computer and my watercolours...
You can probably see where I'm going with this equation.
I might add some food into it just for the heck of it.
I just got of the phone with my dear Peaches. My love, my little pony.
...yeah, you heard me!
It seems the world has decided to grow cold on both of us, but I can promise some cuddles and alot of warmth next week. That is love for you.
Well, the bahroom is calling, so I had better get going.
Cam out.
What am I doing home at 10 am at a schoolday, you might ask? Or not, if you don't know my schedule. well, apparently I don't even know my schedule, because even though I thought I had to be in school by now it seems I don't start for another 2 hours.
What to do, what to do...
Well, I'm sitting here studying! Or, well...more like I have my book infront of me, but also my computer and my watercolours...
You can probably see where I'm going with this equation.
I might add some food into it just for the heck of it.
I just got of the phone with my dear Peaches. My love, my little pony.
...yeah, you heard me!
It seems the world has decided to grow cold on both of us, but I can promise some cuddles and alot of warmth next week. That is love for you.
Well, the bahroom is calling, so I had better get going.
Cam out.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Nine to five...
.... Peaches here.
Who just spent a good ten minutes on writing a long damned whiny and grouchy darksided posting. And then it vanished! Just like that. Oh well, back to my original ramblings... Work. And people who manage to be creative afterwards.
Admit is, you've heard the stories. Those guys who do their day time jobs for 8+ hours, then come home, and spend half the nights writing... Or painting... Or researching... Being creative, and realizing their dreams. They spend the time practicing and putting 'The End' signs at the bottom of the pag... Ehrm... their projects.
I want to write down a 'The End' sign! I want to spend my nights typing away! Except... I'm exhausted. All I really want to do at the end of the day (six thirty if I'm lucky) is crawl down in my freezing bed, eat Ben & Jerry's (when affordable, i.e. once every second month), and watch bad TV. On the computer... Because who, really, affords a TV these days!
Oh...
When I had essay or exam dates I could pull all nighters. Okay, so maybe I spent two and a half hours out of a five hour exam trying to remember how to spell my last name... But to my defense I have a very complicated last name...
Bottom line, though, is that I cannot seem to get any 'The end' signs down. I spend the mornin hours all positive and with these big decisions on how this evening I will actually get something done. And then I get home, and there is this darkness slowly creeping into the field of vision. I like my job, I actually do (although I have no money in my accounts, if the minus mark doesn't count, and nine to five really means something different, AND if I'd keep doing this exact job for another couple of years I'd...). But imagine ten years from now, when I turn thirty and have joined Mr. air-Guitar-hero outside the grocery store in our search for the perfect 1 cent, and there are still no 'The end' signs!
It's six fudging letters!
Anyways, I gotta go now. I have TV to watch and chocolate to eat... And books on the floor to ignore... Who said studying ended when you got out of school? Naah, see that's when you realized your degree was, accidentally, in the completely wrong subjects, and you have to do it all over again. On your own. While working. Because school is expensive. And because people always say stupid things like "sure hun, that's great, but for real now... what do you REALLY want to do with your life? Something... realistic sweetie." Then they pinch your cheeks, sweetly.
Then there's certain people * points* who are able to get stuff done, and spend hours actually being creative, and pick degrees they actually like! Some people are just born ass-kickers... and muffin bakers!
happy (dirty) dreams
Peaches
Who just spent a good ten minutes on writing a long damned whiny and grouchy darksided posting. And then it vanished! Just like that. Oh well, back to my original ramblings... Work. And people who manage to be creative afterwards.
Admit is, you've heard the stories. Those guys who do their day time jobs for 8+ hours, then come home, and spend half the nights writing... Or painting... Or researching... Being creative, and realizing their dreams. They spend the time practicing and putting 'The End' signs at the bottom of the pag... Ehrm... their projects.
I want to write down a 'The End' sign! I want to spend my nights typing away! Except... I'm exhausted. All I really want to do at the end of the day (six thirty if I'm lucky) is crawl down in my freezing bed, eat Ben & Jerry's (when affordable, i.e. once every second month), and watch bad TV. On the computer... Because who, really, affords a TV these days!
Oh...
When I had essay or exam dates I could pull all nighters. Okay, so maybe I spent two and a half hours out of a five hour exam trying to remember how to spell my last name... But to my defense I have a very complicated last name...
Bottom line, though, is that I cannot seem to get any 'The end' signs down. I spend the mornin hours all positive and with these big decisions on how this evening I will actually get something done. And then I get home, and there is this darkness slowly creeping into the field of vision. I like my job, I actually do (although I have no money in my accounts, if the minus mark doesn't count, and nine to five really means something different, AND if I'd keep doing this exact job for another couple of years I'd...). But imagine ten years from now, when I turn thirty and have joined Mr. air-Guitar-hero outside the grocery store in our search for the perfect 1 cent, and there are still no 'The end' signs!
It's six fudging letters!
Anyways, I gotta go now. I have TV to watch and chocolate to eat... And books on the floor to ignore... Who said studying ended when you got out of school? Naah, see that's when you realized your degree was, accidentally, in the completely wrong subjects, and you have to do it all over again. On your own. While working. Because school is expensive. And because people always say stupid things like "sure hun, that's great, but for real now... what do you REALLY want to do with your life? Something... realistic sweetie." Then they pinch your cheeks, sweetly.
Then there's certain people * points* who are able to get stuff done, and spend hours actually being creative, and pick degrees they actually like! Some people are just born ass-kickers... and muffin bakers!
happy (dirty) dreams
Peaches
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Conversations...
Peaches- Morning love
Camilla - Doom beyond doom
Peaches- Like, more doom than usual?
Camilla- Hahahaha!!! XD
Peaches- dude, there're unicorns shooting stuff out of their bottom. I.... don't remember why I'm awake...
oh... right... work... I need more chocolate!
Camilla - WTF? Work? Why the h*ll am I working when I could be doing more constructive things with my precious time?
...like...eating chocolate...
...or drawing...
and eating chocolate at the same time
Peaches- Or... watching... that... you know.. the un-nameable show.
while eating chocolate
...
Do you think... we should be at all concerned with our chocolate eats intake?
Camilla - ...no, why?
Peaches- No reason, just that weird guy, with the stethoscope, he was saying something about healthy foods... Like, you know, that... green stuff. like, smoothies!
So, any thoughts on the future?
Camilla- Uh...whatever. I just gotta go...do stuff...like....school...
Peaches- Right... True. I mean, we've got years until... Oh, actually, hold that thought. I'm getting a call from the people collecting my rent. I think they noticed the minus 100 on my account...
Camilla- hah! Whatever. So the thing is. I just gotta go jump of off a bridge because I'm not as talented as the rest of the world and I'm going to end up on the streets with my pet-toothbrush.
Peaches- No you won't... The IRS will take your tooth brush. And the street corner. But that's okay, you can stay with me... In my box!
...x:s & o:s...
P & A
Camilla - Doom beyond doom
Peaches- Like, more doom than usual?
Camilla- Hahahaha!!! XD
Peaches- dude, there're unicorns shooting stuff out of their bottom. I.... don't remember why I'm awake...
oh... right... work... I need more chocolate!
Camilla - WTF? Work? Why the h*ll am I working when I could be doing more constructive things with my precious time?
...like...eating chocolate...
...or drawing...
and eating chocolate at the same time
Peaches- Or... watching... that... you know.. the un-nameable show.
while eating chocolate
...
Do you think... we should be at all concerned with our chocolate eats intake?
Camilla - ...no, why?
Peaches- No reason, just that weird guy, with the stethoscope, he was saying something about healthy foods... Like, you know, that... green stuff. like, smoothies!
So, any thoughts on the future?
Camilla- Uh...whatever. I just gotta go...do stuff...like....school...
Peaches- Right... True. I mean, we've got years until... Oh, actually, hold that thought. I'm getting a call from the people collecting my rent. I think they noticed the minus 100 on my account...
Camilla- hah! Whatever. So the thing is. I just gotta go jump of off a bridge because I'm not as talented as the rest of the world and I'm going to end up on the streets with my pet-toothbrush.
Peaches- No you won't... The IRS will take your tooth brush. And the street corner. But that's okay, you can stay with me... In my box!
...x:s & o:s...
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