I couldn't stop laughing this morning when my parents were fighting about the express way xD
My dad likes to go 80 and my mom likes 70 and 55 when it says its okay and they got in a huge fight about trying to say you can control hitting a deer at 55 not 80...lol My dad has actually hit one going 90 and it exploded. But anyways it was part of a discussion for vacation and they fought about the speed limit lol the whole argument was just so not necessary...we got like two months.
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I open my eyes and after coming to my senses, you’re not here
I rub my eyes and look around but you’re not here
I close my eyes again and open them but you’re still not here
I thought I’d be fine without someone like you but
I keep looking back at the memories of our give and take
Tears and memories spill out as if I’m vomiting
Everything is over
I’ll stop for you & me
Went to the ER last night. Cut my wrist above my tattoo pretty bad. OD-ed on my anti-depressant. Only a little (3 days worth, not enough to even poison me; I knew this). My ex boyfriend was the one who made my parents take me. I probably didn't need to. Actually, I know I didn't need to. But I complied easily because I was scared for myself. I knew that if someone else had to watch me, in an environment I don't feel comfortable.. it could maybe change my perspective on things. And it really did. My security guard was really awesome. It was like she felt before exactly what I was thinking when I was there.
Anyway. I'm fine. Er, will be. I'm going to kind of ignore a lot of people though for a while, and a lot of social networking sites such as FB and twitter.. I'm going to try and stick with VF [since i've been most absent from here, and i also have the best friends on this site] and tumblr.. maybe youtube eventually.. because i owe my subscribers so much more than i've been occasionally giving them.
i don't want anyone to worry about me. i just need time.
Hey, are you okay? Now that is? I've been wondering if you were alright for some time, but didn't feel that I should say anything or assume anything just in case I would upset you. If you ever need to talk, just message me whenever. *hugs* Just get some rest, alright?
It is quite a shame that more people have not appreciated the genius that is Cloud Atlas. First a book then adapted into film, Cloud Atlas has the ability to make an individual feel like they are part of something bigger, something greater. It has allowed me to feel this more than any religious text has, even when I did believe in a god. Mind you, I actually prefer the movie. The novel, though written well, was in a format that was rather boring, in large block-like chunks that led the reader to lose interest quickly, while the movie makes various connections between all the characters through it’s quick changing sequence of scenes, adding to story, meaning, and general excitement.
Cloud atlas is a motley of six different existences throughout time and space, starting on earth, a few hundred years before the present and ending in the distant future, looking at earth as a blue shimmer in the night sky, on a distant world. The characters do not develop themselves over the period of one lifetime, but rather, over multiple. As the characters are reincarnated into another existence in the future, the actions from their past effect their future. For example, one soul is haunted by temptations no matter where his life ends up, and always gives in. It is not until six lives later where he learns to overcome his inner devil.
One that note, take a moment to consider the words of Sonmi451:
“To be is to be perceived. And so, to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds that go on apportioning themselves, throughout all of time. Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb we are bound to others past and present. And by each crime and every kindness we birth our future.”
Watching the scene play out before me as Sonmi451 narrates this statement, I feel as though I myself am connected to other lifetimes. I feel a connection to the world around me as if I’ve been here before, and will be again. I feel as though all the travesties of this world are trivial, since this is just one short existence of mine. Though this life may not be everything I have dreamed of, the course of time is young, as am I, this soul, and if I can only look towards the greater good, some reward, tangible or immaterial, will be my ultimate fate.
In a way, I’ve always felt this. Looking back on a memory long past, This belief seemed to be embedded in my soul before I understood just what I was believing. I vaguely remember a discussion with an old friend of mine. We were no older than eight years of age, and had never heard of reincarnation or anything of the sort at this point, yet, I found myself discussing with her just who I was before my current self. I told her I felt as though I had come from a home buried in the woods, then a small town by the northern Atlantic ocean, and then to my current situation in northeast Ohio. I remember feeling a strong connection to these locations that I can’t explain. Some can speculate this is the works of an eight year old’s imagination, which is what she had thought later in life, but I refuse to give in to this excuse. I truly believe there is a grander scheme of life hidden somewhere, and I truly believe that the end of this life will just lead to another. I refuse to accept any sort of final fate.
On similar wonderings, Isaac Sacchs states:
"Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood, as we understand the theory of relativity and principles of uncertainty: phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction, today it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believed I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potential direction."
Isaac makes me wonder about these encounters. His character is the one soul mentioned before whom struggles against his inner temptations. His soul is also entwined with another, Louisa Rey, and they always meet each other over and over, in one way or another. They are bound to one another, for better or for worse. So, I wonder about the people in my life. Of those whom I've loved, have we loved before? Were my enemies always so? And etc, etc etc...
This story, though the characters are fiction, seem real at it’s core. Call me crazy if you’d like, but I have to trust my heart on this one.
I seriously dislike spiders so much. They give me chills, I freak out, they are nasty, and they give me ideas that worry me. If I see a spider it thins my day and I think spiders are all over me or around me...I freak out...yeah. I'm the same way with bugs but with spiders it's worse.
I'm seriously so freaking irritated.
I buy my own body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.
apparently my brothers think its okay to use my stuff without asking, the have their own money so it pisses me off. I buy me expensive shampoo and conditioner but my body wash is alright but the point is...they go in my closet and take it without asking...I've tried hiding it but eh. Apparently they wanna smell like coconut or vanilla.