i'm watching these orange leaves dance in the air. They're celebrating their freedom from living. A dancing death.
I'm sitting here at work at my desk stairing out of the huge window in front of me. The wind is scattering the leaves about and shaking the
trees free of their color. I have no interest in being here today. Today would have been a good day for canoeing.
I've got some pop music blaring on the office stereo trying to pretend that I'm not already annoyed by the repetition of meaningless noise.
Stability and idealism have become my prison. I have convinced myself to do these things which I imagine will fullfill me. I doubt I'll ever learn to
love this life. I'm simply just too afraid to move away from this system of comfort. The wind just picked up again. The poor tree is losing
its top. heh. it's going bald. this is a sure sign of summer's end. sigh. i have to get to work.
Monday, August 11, 2003
Tuesday, August 5, 2003
and behind door number two is....
i hate how life is nothing but a couple of doors with numbers on them.
you can either go through door number 1, 2, or three.
whatever happened to all of the above?
i've found that now that my time has decreased dramatically, i have to start making choices about what i want my day to be consumed with. it's rather depressing.
right now, i've chosen to do "social" things in my spare time. we've started up a clan for wolfenstein enemy territory. we're going to start playing ladder games. doing this means not having time to do anything else. the rest of my day is filled with school, work, chores, eating, and sleeping.
i have so many things i'd love to have time to do. i really want to fulfill my craft urges. i'm in a crafty mood. i want to make a scrap book, improve my baking skills, make a coffee table book, create a greeting card organizer, and other such martha-type things. :)
something interesting: we shaved tigger last week because of his hairball troubles. we did it ourselves because we were too cheap to take him to the vet and we lost our vet connections.
tiggy got a home haircut. hehehe. it's bad. but it wasn't like we were going to enter him into a beauty contest.
you can either go through door number 1, 2, or three.
whatever happened to all of the above?
i've found that now that my time has decreased dramatically, i have to start making choices about what i want my day to be consumed with. it's rather depressing.
right now, i've chosen to do "social" things in my spare time. we've started up a clan for wolfenstein enemy territory. we're going to start playing ladder games. doing this means not having time to do anything else. the rest of my day is filled with school, work, chores, eating, and sleeping.
i have so many things i'd love to have time to do. i really want to fulfill my craft urges. i'm in a crafty mood. i want to make a scrap book, improve my baking skills, make a coffee table book, create a greeting card organizer, and other such martha-type things. :)
something interesting: we shaved tigger last week because of his hairball troubles. we did it ourselves because we were too cheap to take him to the vet and we lost our vet connections.
tiggy got a home haircut. hehehe. it's bad. but it wasn't like we were going to enter him into a beauty contest.
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