I am so sorry for hurting you ...
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From:
Date: Dec 21, 2008 4:11 PM
[omit]; I sort of knew.
I like you but you've lost respect from me in that you weren't honest right away. I'm not one for "fluffing" things until it's comfortable to let go, if things are let go. We could have done a lot of things under the guise of being in a relationship just over the holidays, and it still would have ended up the same: I'd be at my mom's house, and you'd still have to dump me online on fucking MySpace. Then I'd be dumped and at my mom's. And then possibly with a lot more regrets than I have now.
I have to think about what I want to be to you. I think I still want to be friends but I'm not sure yet. I hope that in the future you're more open. I recognize you were trying to consider my feelings but I'm still a bit upset.
I'm sorry that things went as far as they did. I was trying to get closer to you because I felt that somewhere you weren't all with me.
And I was hoping that our relationship would warrant more than a MySpace breakup. I was hoping HOPING that I had earned enough respect to have it told to me either in your own voice over the phone, or face to face. Holy shit.
Umm.. I really can't think of anything else to say. I'm glad I figured it out myself, I guess you can stop avoiding me now.
closing comment "Well, THAT didn't last very long."
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From: Stick Shift
Date: Dec 21, 2008 3:41 PM
This is why I've been so "busy" lately...
, I jumped into this relationship to quickly...Tia hadn't even been gone a month before I started to be with you, and even at the time, I wondered if it was the right thing to do, I really like you , and I don't want anything about us to change...but I came into to this far yo quickly and I regret not waiting...I should've waited and made a clear decision later, which is what I don't do, because I'm head-strong, and I don't think things through, I just go with the flow and push on forward knowing full well what might be at the end of the road for me.
I really hope we can be friends still , I wanted to wait 'til after Christmas to tell you...So it wouldn't ruin your holidays...I like you alot , but I should've waited longer to make such a rash decision, and I apologize for that.
See, me and Tia broke up, but I thought SHE was the one that didn't want to be with me, I was apparently wrong, I was very distraught because I still liked her...for some reason her constant bickering and telling me what to do is what keeps me with her, think of Scrubs, where Dr. Cox is married to that women, and yet they always fight and make fun of each other, but they both respect each other a great deal.
I guess what I'm saying is ...That I should've waited for Tia like I said I would, and I've always thought this would come back to bite me in the ass, I love your family, they make me so very happy...and so do you, I don't want to lose any respect from any of you...I just hope you can all realize that I didn't think this through before I started dating you, I'm going to miss coming over to your house at 12AM and just chilling, and I can only ask for your forgiveness...and that you don't resent me for my decision...
I'll miss you, I can only hope you still want to be friends with such a brash, hard-headed, dense person such as me...
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From:
Date: Dec 21, 2008 3:25 PM
I went to look at your MySpace profile and I saw that Tia had commented that she loves you recently.
I don't want to jump to conclusions or anything dumb like that and I'm not the kind of person to prevent you from talking to anyone for any reason, but I think that if there are still feelings going on there, that I'd want to know..
I feel badly for intruding and asking questions like this, but I'd feel worse if I let something like that go ignored and and up suspecting or hurting later on.
I can respect that you're busy lately and that you can't talk to me. Take your time. I just wanted to let you know that I'm concerned.
Take care.
What you what you gonna do tomorrow
Oh the world has got you down cry your heart out on the ground
Gimme strength to pick you up and keep you from dying
Give me strength and give me love
I can never have enough
All I want is someone who will never stop trying
Baby baby black & blue time sure took a toll on you
What you, what you gonna do tomorrow
I don't wanna see you cry got to make you realize
You got more to give me than your sorrow
Yes, yes, yes, yes you do now
Yes, yes, yes, baby, yes you do now
Yes, oh yes, yes you do
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes you do
Far away in my first dream visions that are lost to me
Touch me when I'm touching you ever so gently
Can you feel it yes you can
Just give me your little hand
I will show you someone that you never thought you'd be
Baby baby black & blue time sure took a toll on you
What you, what you gonna do tomorrow
I don't wanna see you cry got to make you realize
You got more to give me than your sorrow
Yes, yes, yes, yes you do now
Yes, yes, yes, baby, yes you do now
Yes, oh yes, yes you do
Oh yes, yes, yes you do
There's a big door with a little window
And the big world is peekin' through
Lay your head here on my pillow
I want to take care of you
There's a big door with a little window
And the big wide world is peekin' through
Lay your head on my pillow
I want to take care of you
Yes, yes, yes, yes I do now
Yes, yes, yes, baby, yes I do now
Yes, oh yes, yes I do
Oh yes, yes, yes, yes,
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I do
Oh the world has got you down cry your heart out on the ground
Gimme strength to pick you up, pick you up, pick you up
Oh the world has got you down cry your heart out on the ground
Gimme strength to pick you up, pick you up, pick you up
Baby baby black & blue time sure took a toll on you
What you, what you gonna do tomorrow
I don't wanna see you cry got to make you realize
You got more to give me than your sorrow
I've been thinking about how confusing friends are. How do you classify friends? Is it right to classify friends into categories, although you know for a fact that you will confide in some and trust in some a lot more than you would trust in others? When you rank them, is it by importance and by how much you care about them? I never liked the idea... so I'm thinking about changing it for myself, into something more flowing and (I hate the word balanced) fair.... maybe just for me... but comparing them to the phases of the moon.
The importance level is never called into question, but it allows me to categorize into who I am comfortable sharing my more personal problems with compared to who I would just say hello to in the hallway.
Waxing - the moon is growing larger in the sky, moving from a narrow crescent just after the new moon towards the full moon.
The waxing moon grows from right to left and is called the 'right-hand moon' - the crescent is like the curve between the right-hand's index finger and thumb.
Waning - the moon is decreasing in size, moving from the full moon back towards a crescent as the new moon approaches.
The waning moon decreases from right to left and is called the 'left-hand moon' because of its similarity to the curve on the left hand.
Gibbous - during the phases between the First Quarter and the full moon, and between the full moon and the Last Quarter, when more than half of the disc is illuminated.
New Moon
The new moon occurs when the sun and moon are in conjunction, occupying the same part of the sky from the viewpoint of earth. During this time the moon doesn't reflect the light of the sun, and so cannot be seen (except during a solar eclipse). The moon's un-illuminated side is facing the earth.
1 New (also called the Dark Moon) - not visible
2 Waxing Crescent
3 First Quarter - commonly called a "half moon"
4 Waxing Gibbous
5 Full - we can see the entire illuminated portion of the moon
6 Waning Gibbous
7 Third Quarter - another "half moon", but the illuminated part is opposite of the First Quarter
8 Waning Crescent
9 New - back to the beg So I think.. a "first quarter" or "waxing" friend would be someone more intimate than a friend in the third or fourth waning quarter.. "first quarter" friend would be someone I am familiar with but may not know my secrets, wheras a "fourth quarter" friend may be someone I know through someone else. a "full moon" friend would be someone I know very well or who knows me very well... like my very intimate friends, or a lover. a "gibbous" friend would be a friend in transition, moving either forward or back into another stage, moving closer or further away from me. a "new moon" friend would be someone I do not know but have an image in my head of, like an internet friend, or someone I've only heard about. Still present but not with tangible or visible quality. All phases are important so there is no longer a need to determine who is most important in my life anymore....but still it says who I would most likely be comfortable planting seeds with...
Yes, I have too much time to think between terms........
Actually this was inspired by a dream I had.. I only remember that part of it, too... faces of friends shining with half-light, or little light, or their whole face illuminated, and my voice saying "she's a half-moon friend" ... or something to that effect.
This is only me, however.. I'm not saying everyone should think that way. I'm just trying my best to eliminate the annoyances of rank that have been lurking in the corner of my mind....
Your loveliness and the hour of my death.
O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute!"
Also this year, another first: Scientists have produced a blue rose capable of growing in the wild. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/japan/3329213/Worlds-first-blue-roses-after-20-years-of-research.html
"..Following the cultivation of test batches in the United States and America, the company will be ready to sell them from next year and aims to open up a global market for blue flowers worth an estimated 30 billion yen.
Having been cultivated for more than 5,000 years, as many as 25,000 different species of roses currently exist, although colours are traditionally limited to red, pink, yellow and white.
A blue rose has long been synonymous with the unattainable, from signifying unrequited love in Chinese folklore to its Victorian era connotations of symbolising a quest for the impossible."
I don't know about anyone else out there, but I think that in light of this, I will associate the Blue Rose to Barack Obama, someone who beat the odds and touched a nation that was otherwise blinded in its apathy. This year, the unattainable has been attained, the quest was conquered, and a new era was rushed in.
Democrats have the house... we will see the Change we have bled for.
Something beautiful was cultivated and grown...
when you change your point of view to underfoot
very good
you may be flat but you're breathing
and there's no doubt he's at home in his room
probably watching porn of you from the fall
it's last call
and you're the last one leaving
and you thought you could change the world
by opening your legs
well it isn't very hard
try kicking them instead
and you thought you could change his mind
by changing your perfume to the kind his mother wore
o god _____ why?
i never met a more impossible girl....
in this same bar where you slammed down your hand
and said “Amanda, i'm in love”
no you're not
you're just a sucker for the ones who use you
and it doesn't matter what i say or do
the stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you...
you're an unrescuable schizo
or else you're on the rag
if you take him back
i'm gonna lose my nerve
i never met a more impossible girl....
i never met a more impossible girl....
at four o'clock he got off
and you called up
“i'm down at denny's on route one
and you won't guess what he's done”
is that a fact _____?
larry tap let you in through the back
and use his calling card again
for a quick hand of gin
you are impossible,_____: the princess of denial
and after 7 years in advertising you are none the wiser
you're an unrescuable schizo
or else you're on the rag
cause if you take him back
i'm gonna lose my nerve
he's gonna beat you like a pillow
you schizos never learn
and if you take him home
you'll get what you deserve
so don't cry _____
you're still alive _____
you need a ride ______?
let's see how fast this thing can go.....
Not-internally there have been other problems that have been plaguing me as of late, most of them ...normal. Boys. What the hell... boys have never been my problem before, at least not in the way that affects me personally and my ability to sleep at night..(not that way, as in, worrying).. this is brand-new to me, and amusing in the ordeal that it is creating for me.
First off, I am vaguely aware that my draconian may not be the one for me. I've always sort of figured that it might be the case, but it has never intruded in my ability to live in contentment or to love him in the fucked up, round-about way that I can love someone, although I'm sure it has been very hard on him.. but all of this may come to term soon, and I may end up making a decision as to what end I may be wanting go to as far as 'us' is concerned. this disappoints me; he's always been there for me and I have always been his special fucked-up bundle of love but in all reality, I can't have the white house with the picket fence, I can't have the children, I can't live the normal life of love and debt and for that I am truly sorry but that is what he needs and what I cannot help provide for him. This will be the end of us. The subject has come up about one moving in with the other, and to my own amazement I found myself balking at the idea of someone else in a dwelling with me and sleeping with me every night, being so close.. sends a shiver down my spine. At the age I'm at especially, but in general too...and I think that, once I decline, the rest is just downhill. He will lose his faith in us soon after, and go find himself a nice mate who wants the same life he does. Why am I not sad of this? I'm happy for him really, he doesn't need to spend the rest of his days telling me which direction is up.
It also does me no good that he is the only one who wasn't ...that could listen to me ramble about it. I often beat myself up for not treating him nicer just for that reason. I also wish that it wasn't him who could listen.
The second part of ths story is that amazingly there may be another to worry about. I am not accustom to having crushes - In fact, I have had only one within the last four years that was not Johnny Depp - but I think that not only do I have a crush on him, he returns my affections. He is smart, intelligent and funny; and he has a mind-boggling capacity for affection that I am unused to knowing. He is close to me, unlike my draconian. The only problem is that his situation is very similar to what mine may be in the next 18-20 months if I am not making the right choice in life paths. He has invited a loved one to live with him, and he cannot tolerate is and now they are economically bound and she is lovebound but he isn't; and he wishes to move on but that would require her to live in some unsafe conditions. He has told me of his affections ... I do not question his honesty when he tells me where they really are. For now we are platonic, until something happens or until I make my decision. What an awful place to be.
Still, I believe that we are compatible in most ways.. I cannot help but doubt any long-term out of this. I am still not quite the type to be in love with. I am balking at any commitments that may be made even if we were clear to express our feelings in the open, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I actually had stability put in front of me..
And so, I have choices to make...I hope that doubt does not force my hand to give up everything all at once..
Also, the annoying wiccan has decided that he is indeed in love with me, and though I've made it clear that I will never quite feel the same for him, he still calls me every 12 hours. What am I to do? I end up making small talk..
I've always had a problem with writing down my 'true' feelings. I never can really do that, I always leave some mandatory part of myself or my opinion out of the picture, something truly important to understand how I feel.. even when I look back on my previous journal entries, either here or on paper, I never really know what I was feeling at the time.
The truth is, I hate to write in general.
It is for this reason that, when I am at my most pensive, I tend not to record anything in favor of trying to commit the days to memory.. and also this will make me lose all the important parts of my life, I will look back on myself and see the novelty version of it, dumbed down for some perceived audience that does not exist, and I will think that that is who I was...
..effectively changing who I am now? We'll leave that up for debate, and see...
My days have been upset again in their flow, my thought patterns have gone the way of the wind and I cannot keep a theme going for my life. I can keep the bare minimum of arrangements; I do not want to be around people if I am not in school and have been locking myself up with my art and my mind and worries elsewhere, as I fear the very few who could possibly return and elaborate on my thoughts with me are also gone the way of the wind and I have to work to keep them close...
I have been given leave to write my novel, and so have become a sort of journalist for the two that I love more than anything... but it is also my intimate belief that in order to keep myself objective I must be just that, an objective belonging to existence, an observer and a seer and nothing more than that until the appointed time in which I may begin writing, I only hope that on that day the words write themselves because my fear, that I put myself in there too, where I do not belong..
My draconian said something interesting to me last night. He probed me to look back on what I offer people...and I realized that whatever it is that I sometimes do for some people, I just see it as a joke.....but to whomever is talking, it means something...and I am amused by this..
Still yet I am not writing what is really in my head and I cannot...
But I will say that from these days forward I will be what I am, to the best of my ability, plus a journalist for their behalf, and I will write myself a novel when the time comes..
And I have decided, that I want Yelena's tattoo instead of the transient smile, as it fits, I think, what I am doing...
Second 1:
Q: What would you call a leopard named Billy who just fell down a 600 foot ravine into a squirming pit of dead ducks covered in leprosy once owned by a Pizzeria?
A: In this case-- you would refer [to] the unfortunate soul as "Bad Luck Billy"!!!
Second 2:
Q: What would someone like you end up with if, say, for the sake of argument (or more accurately---for the sake of this particular joke), that you were a scientist working in the field of experimental bio-engineering and you made an erstwhile effort to genetically cross JFK with KFC?
A: All of our best data indicates unequivocally that you would get John Fitzgerald Chicken.
Second 3:
A mountaineer who just returned from scaling Mount Kilamanjaro walks into a bar and asks for a free drink. The bartender, sensing an ominous chill in the air says "well sir, I can't give you a free drink, but I can give you five jokes in five seconds."
"Shoot" replied the crest fallen mountain man. It was at this time in the joke that the admittedly jumpy barkeep pulled out his pistol and beat the mountaineer to death in five easy blows.
Second 4:
It seems there was this elephant who decided to get a part time job at a bakery* to save up to buy a toilet. When he showed up to the interview the manager asked the elephant what qualifications he had to work a part time job. As the elephant passionately laid out his extensive retail and patisserie experience, the manager interrupted the him curly exclaiming, "Wait - if you buy a toilet, and flush your business - what will the poor dung beetles eat?"
Just then the elephant straightened his tie and this beauty of a zinger orally into the ether: "They shall eat your finest croissants," the elephant intoned, "And doubtless that they shan't taste the diff."
*you should know that this particular bakery is known for the unusual poor quality of its croissants
Second 5:
The Pope, a bear, a rabbi, a pirate, a diplomat, a midget, a woman in a coma, a pelican, and your mom were all relaxing on an Eames chair after a furious fortnight of group hate sex when there was a sound at the door. "Knock-knock" went the sound emanating from the door.
Simultaneously, and without missing a beat, and answer broke like a desperate yowl from the throats of the ogiers: "Who's there?"
Like a shot from the butt gun of a pre-radicalized 1920's anarchist, came a response from beyond the door, "Banana."
Faster than a duck could rape a lizard in the mouth, our motley crew of freakazoids safely ensconced in the luxury of their designer seatlery, shook their heads and bleated as a unit, "Orange you glad we've already heard this joke and so shan't participating (unless of course you are offering substantial financial remuneration)." There was no reply from the other side of the door, save this: One absolute rascal of a fart.
