Well, this last week has been an odd one. Fantastic highs, and laughably pitiful lows come together to make something that's memorable, but tiring beyond belief. Nothing I can't handle, but it just makes the whole idea of "When it rains, it pours" hit very close to home.
What I mean when I say that is, things don't happen a little bit at a time. Walls and rules have been formed over years upon years, and it takes a while to gather the momentum to breath through them without hurting anyone. Once you get moving though, you don't find you want to stop after getting past the first barrier... after all, after all of that effort, why stop, only to try to get the speed back up later? So you keep going and going, until you realize that your farther away from your starting point that what you ever thought you could get. Everything that you've rushed past is gone, and what's in front of you is something that you now know you posses the ability to bypass, but you still unsure if your really ready to get past it.
On a related note, is there a more powerful force than love? The jealousy, the heartache and the madness one girl can drive someone to is matched only by the joy, the life, the loss of sleep and the dreams that can be instilled in the same soul in but a second. To have your sanity ripped away with you, and exchanged with nothing but clouds, full of sunshine and storms. I can't help but smile every time I so much as think about her.
That's about all I've got to say for this week. Don't know when I'll write again, but it shouldn't be too long
All shadows have to have a light to be created.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
I, Megaphone
Hey there. Some two and a half months later, here I am. Alive and well as ever. Life is still amazing, love is still amazing. Summer is quickly changing into Autumn here. Looking out the window the skies are gray, and the leaves on the trees are burning brightly, glistening with the frigid October rain. The nights aren't quite freezing, but the cold leaves a crispness in your lungs and a silver frost on the windows.
Life is beautiful, and love is amazing. Between dancing with disaster, trying to earn everything you've been given by the world around you, and finding time to step back and take in the smell of the rain, sometimes there's not a lot of room for "you". Guess what I've learned? "You" is in all of this. You're never without your own intuition and soul. From President to Punk, we all have an undying spirit inside of. No job, no life, and no affilation can strip us of who and what we are.
Drowning in life, and in the undying spirit of humanity. I'm Chris, this is Thingsleftunsaid, the ramblings of a madman, and I'm back.
Deep breath, open your eyes, and see what the world is.
Life is beautiful, and love is amazing. Between dancing with disaster, trying to earn everything you've been given by the world around you, and finding time to step back and take in the smell of the rain, sometimes there's not a lot of room for "you". Guess what I've learned? "You" is in all of this. You're never without your own intuition and soul. From President to Punk, we all have an undying spirit inside of. No job, no life, and no affilation can strip us of who and what we are.
Drowning in life, and in the undying spirit of humanity. I'm Chris, this is Thingsleftunsaid, the ramblings of a madman, and I'm back.
Deep breath, open your eyes, and see what the world is.
Monday, July 13, 2009
All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone
So... It's happened a third time. That game has sunk it's claws into me again, and once again I find myself not only not fighting back, but accepting it's pull. Ladies and gentlemen, I speak of nothing more than the Korean MMORPG of Maplestory.
Twice before I've played this game, and leveled characters to the low twenties, but somehow life always manages to divert me from the game after I log around a day worth of playtime... but, it's summer, and I don't have a lot going on in my life... with nothing to distract me, I don't know how long this will go on for, and the longer it goes on for, the more attached I get to my avatar, and the harder it is to cut the ties.
Anyways, the other item on my writing agenda besides my latest addiction is a simple concept most of us hardly think about: Texting. Yes, it's convinient, yes, it's novel and sometimes... yes, it is very practical to be able to connect with your loved ones without really disrupting them, or yourself. It leaves me with just one question though: What happens to isolation? For one to be truly alone requires that communication be cut for either the sender or recipiant, but what if that communication is always there? On some level, is this an end to helplessness and desolation, and is that really a good thing? Just food for thought I suppose. I'm not exactly certain of what my thoughts on the matter are. Contemplate it, I suppose.
Well, I need to return to life now... maybe get some breakfast.
Never give up- every problem has a solution, but sometimes rules need to be broken.
Twice before I've played this game, and leveled characters to the low twenties, but somehow life always manages to divert me from the game after I log around a day worth of playtime... but, it's summer, and I don't have a lot going on in my life... with nothing to distract me, I don't know how long this will go on for, and the longer it goes on for, the more attached I get to my avatar, and the harder it is to cut the ties.
Anyways, the other item on my writing agenda besides my latest addiction is a simple concept most of us hardly think about: Texting. Yes, it's convinient, yes, it's novel and sometimes... yes, it is very practical to be able to connect with your loved ones without really disrupting them, or yourself. It leaves me with just one question though: What happens to isolation? For one to be truly alone requires that communication be cut for either the sender or recipiant, but what if that communication is always there? On some level, is this an end to helplessness and desolation, and is that really a good thing? Just food for thought I suppose. I'm not exactly certain of what my thoughts on the matter are. Contemplate it, I suppose.
Well, I need to return to life now... maybe get some breakfast.
Never give up- every problem has a solution, but sometimes rules need to be broken.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Baka Neku, Neku Basu
So, life's better than it was last post. I'm past the sadness and the hurt that came to transpire a week ago. It's still tender, but it's done, and it's a moot issue to worry about, so I'm trying not to (which is kind of a big deal for me).
Anyways, leaving the past in the past, what's been happening for me lately is a blast. For starters, last night I had a Hayao Miyazaki marathon with my girlfriend and her brother. (Over the course of six-ish hours we watched Princess Mononoke, My Neighbor Totoro, and Spirited Away) It's kind of interesting to think about the movies though. They're all from the same director, and the exact same animation studio, but entirely different genres of movie, ranging from a feudal war between gods and man, to a journey of the imagination of two small children.
Getting back on topic, it really was a great night. I learned a few things about the dynamics of the relationship of a certain brother and sister, and the trust and... dare I say, love going on between two siblings. It really put things in perspective for me, because although I am close to my own brother, it's different because we're the same gender, and my own sisters are much younger than me. In their case though it's a sort of (for lack of better term) loyal friendship. They bicker from time to time, but they look out for one another, in a most unconventional manner. In a weird sort of way, it's refreshing, and flat-out heartwarming to see this kind of bond between two people. On a related note though, I fear I may have lost some of my reputation with her brother due to the transpiration of certain events, and my taste in films.
Well, that's all I've got for this Friday... I need to go now, life is calling me
I fight like you want to fight
I love like you want to love
I'm smart, capable, but most of all I'm free in all the ways you'll never be.
-Chaotic Neutral
P.S. To a certain someone
I apologize for not being able to take certain matters into my own hands recently, and I appriciate you... helping me out. Honestly, I've never had a better time learning to be myself in my life.
Anyways, leaving the past in the past, what's been happening for me lately is a blast. For starters, last night I had a Hayao Miyazaki marathon with my girlfriend and her brother. (Over the course of six-ish hours we watched Princess Mononoke, My Neighbor Totoro, and Spirited Away) It's kind of interesting to think about the movies though. They're all from the same director, and the exact same animation studio, but entirely different genres of movie, ranging from a feudal war between gods and man, to a journey of the imagination of two small children.
Getting back on topic, it really was a great night. I learned a few things about the dynamics of the relationship of a certain brother and sister, and the trust and... dare I say, love going on between two siblings. It really put things in perspective for me, because although I am close to my own brother, it's different because we're the same gender, and my own sisters are much younger than me. In their case though it's a sort of (for lack of better term) loyal friendship. They bicker from time to time, but they look out for one another, in a most unconventional manner. In a weird sort of way, it's refreshing, and flat-out heartwarming to see this kind of bond between two people. On a related note though, I fear I may have lost some of my reputation with her brother due to the transpiration of certain events, and my taste in films.
Well, that's all I've got for this Friday... I need to go now, life is calling me
I fight like you want to fight
I love like you want to love
I'm smart, capable, but most of all I'm free in all the ways you'll never be.
-Chaotic Neutral
P.S. To a certain someone
I apologize for not being able to take certain matters into my own hands recently, and I appriciate you... helping me out. Honestly, I've never had a better time learning to be myself in my life.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Knife Going In.
I screwed up. I screwed up badly, and I don't think that I'll be able to fix it. At best, this situation will be a messy one, and I'll come out of it with all sorts of unsightly bruises and scars. At worst... well, suffice it to say, I might learn how just much pain I can handle. If that happens, it'll take a hell of a lot more than a few days in bed and a lot of fluids to heal me.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Bends
That last post was bad, and I apologize to whoever read it, and I thank those of you who did read it and are still for coming back for more.
I'm going to keep this post much briefer than the last, because I'm running on very few hours of sleep, and it's getting pretty late.
Well, I found out about an interesting deal an acquaintance of mine has with her father: If she doesn't kiss a boy until her 19th birthday (she's currently 16), he will reward her a sum of $10,000. To be frank, I think this is puerile. The way I see it, a father is bribing his daughter because he's scared of what she might do, and this isn't something one can put a price tag on. To me, it feels like he's robbing her of one of the greatest parts of being young; romance and unmitigated passion. To know that feeling for even a single instant is worth more than all of the wealth in the world, and this poor girl is being cheated of it. I suppose I shouldn't be so upset with this, but... ugh, I don't know why I feel so strongly on this matter. I just do. I mean... speaking strictly logically, a single kiss means nothing, it's just a matter of feeling. Of sharing. Of the sweet seduction of a summers night, and knowing that being held in that certain someones arms, you're not alone.
Anyways, that's all I've got to say. I'd appreciate any comments concerning other people's thoughts on the matter
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone could see in anyone else
But you
I'm going to keep this post much briefer than the last, because I'm running on very few hours of sleep, and it's getting pretty late.
Well, I found out about an interesting deal an acquaintance of mine has with her father: If she doesn't kiss a boy until her 19th birthday (she's currently 16), he will reward her a sum of $10,000. To be frank, I think this is puerile. The way I see it, a father is bribing his daughter because he's scared of what she might do, and this isn't something one can put a price tag on. To me, it feels like he's robbing her of one of the greatest parts of being young; romance and unmitigated passion. To know that feeling for even a single instant is worth more than all of the wealth in the world, and this poor girl is being cheated of it. I suppose I shouldn't be so upset with this, but... ugh, I don't know why I feel so strongly on this matter. I just do. I mean... speaking strictly logically, a single kiss means nothing, it's just a matter of feeling. Of sharing. Of the sweet seduction of a summers night, and knowing that being held in that certain someones arms, you're not alone.
Anyways, that's all I've got to say. I'd appreciate any comments concerning other people's thoughts on the matter
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone could see in anyone else
But you
Monday, June 8, 2009
Comfort Eagle
Good afternoon, internet. In case any of you still check up on this, or are still following it, this blog is not dead. Not yet anyways. Suffice it to say, I've just been in somewhat of a creative slump, and I haven't had much drive to do anything for the last month or so, but I think I'm better now. Anyways, now that I'm armed with new found lessons, stories and ideas, my goal is to do a super-long post to make up for my absence. The one thing that I want to mention about this post before I begin though is that it's going to be written in a letter format to a friend, whose name I won't disclose. She'll have been sent a link to this, and it'll make up for my hotmail being out of commission.
Hey you
Yeah, I know it's been a while, and as you can see, I'm not replying in a conventional fashion, but I'm way overdue for a blog post, and the way I see it, this is killing two birds with one stone. Anyways, yeah... life has been crazy lately. Going to Portland was an amazing trip. It's really a very pretty city, and because of all of the rainfall, and the temperate environment next to the ocean there's a lot of plant life, which give the city a very nice organic, but still modern feel to it. On that note, however, I want to say something about how ridiculous Americans can be. I honestly got asked why I didn't speak in a Canadian dialect, or if it was snowing at home. Honestly, what is this about? Why do people refuse to educate themselves? Maybe I'm just being a bit impulsive here, but I'm kinda bothered by this. Why on Earth would somebody make ludicrous statements like that with no evidence whatsoever to back it up? People are silly, and I'll leave it at that. I'm pretty sure most will agree with me about this... but if they agree, then why would they do it? But, I'm getting away from what I really want to talk about.. It's somewhat of a waste of effort on my part. All I ask of my readers is to try to observe the world around them, and make their own judgment, free of what their own culture in. And, for the love of God, if you think you've found something worthwhile, share it with the world!
On the note of my music, I've had a ton of intellectual and emotional inspiration for music. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that spring and summer have finally set themselves free, and it's warm and green around her again. Maybe it has something to do with the generally cheerful attitude of the people in my hometown, and small realizations that I have wonderful friends, a loving family and an amazing girlfriend. Then again, it might just be a random creative spell. Whatever works, I guess. Anyways, this would be way better than it is, except that I've had a lot of trouble finding the motivation to pick up my guitar and a notebook and actually figure out something beautiful... oh well, to be fair I have been very busy, and I've been trying to come up with something that reflects myself. Perhaps before too long my latest work will be ready to be unveiled. If so, I'll be sure to post it up here.
Speaking more of music (but not my own) I've discovered a few very unique and talented artists over the past few months. I'm only going to write about one of these groups, for the idea of this being a post about me, and not other bands. The band I want to talk about a little bit would be The Most Serene Republic. This seven-man group has been pretty big on the Canadian indie scene ever since the release of their first EP with A.&C.. Anyways, my discovery of their third album "Population" has definitely revolutionized the way that I look at music and what is capable of musicians. If anyone who is into Canadian indies, or wants to have their views changed up is reading this I strongly suggest you check out this album.
Right now my school is in the middle of finals, which is (as we all know) somewhat of a stressful experience. I chose to not let the stress get to me, but for the last few days that struggle has been becoming harder and harder, due to my own worrying about my grades, and my new job with the RCMP (which I can't elaborate much on). Anyways, this stress has been having somewhat of a noticeable effect on the people around me. Many of my friends and peers have been somewhat irritable lately, and mood swings seem to run rampant in the minds of the people around me... either way, it doesn't matter. Final are over on Wednesday, then I've got nothing at all to worry about.
Well... I feel like there's more that I want to write, but I don't know what to say. I suppose I'll just do another post if anything else really comes to me. The plan that I have for the duration of the summer is that I'm going to try to keep a journal again. If I actually do succeed in this, then I'll try to update this blog more regularly. Perhaps once a week or so. I mean, I have a lot to say, so why not say it?
I can't help it if I think it's funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile when I feel bad
I'm the kinda guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
-Chris
P.S. To that one person: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, and I understand that this little tidbit of information is hardly an adequate reply to your plea, but right now it's the best I can do. After finals I'll have the time to write more, but for now, I'm starved for time. This being know, please be certain that I want the same thing that you do, and I miss it just as badly as you.
Hey you
Yeah, I know it's been a while, and as you can see, I'm not replying in a conventional fashion, but I'm way overdue for a blog post, and the way I see it, this is killing two birds with one stone. Anyways, yeah... life has been crazy lately. Going to Portland was an amazing trip. It's really a very pretty city, and because of all of the rainfall, and the temperate environment next to the ocean there's a lot of plant life, which give the city a very nice organic, but still modern feel to it. On that note, however, I want to say something about how ridiculous Americans can be. I honestly got asked why I didn't speak in a Canadian dialect, or if it was snowing at home. Honestly, what is this about? Why do people refuse to educate themselves? Maybe I'm just being a bit impulsive here, but I'm kinda bothered by this. Why on Earth would somebody make ludicrous statements like that with no evidence whatsoever to back it up? People are silly, and I'll leave it at that. I'm pretty sure most will agree with me about this... but if they agree, then why would they do it? But, I'm getting away from what I really want to talk about.. It's somewhat of a waste of effort on my part. All I ask of my readers is to try to observe the world around them, and make their own judgment, free of what their own culture in. And, for the love of God, if you think you've found something worthwhile, share it with the world!
On the note of my music, I've had a ton of intellectual and emotional inspiration for music. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that spring and summer have finally set themselves free, and it's warm and green around her again. Maybe it has something to do with the generally cheerful attitude of the people in my hometown, and small realizations that I have wonderful friends, a loving family and an amazing girlfriend. Then again, it might just be a random creative spell. Whatever works, I guess. Anyways, this would be way better than it is, except that I've had a lot of trouble finding the motivation to pick up my guitar and a notebook and actually figure out something beautiful... oh well, to be fair I have been very busy, and I've been trying to come up with something that reflects myself. Perhaps before too long my latest work will be ready to be unveiled. If so, I'll be sure to post it up here.
Speaking more of music (but not my own) I've discovered a few very unique and talented artists over the past few months. I'm only going to write about one of these groups, for the idea of this being a post about me, and not other bands. The band I want to talk about a little bit would be The Most Serene Republic. This seven-man group has been pretty big on the Canadian indie scene ever since the release of their first EP with A.&C.. Anyways, my discovery of their third album "Population" has definitely revolutionized the way that I look at music and what is capable of musicians. If anyone who is into Canadian indies, or wants to have their views changed up is reading this I strongly suggest you check out this album.
Right now my school is in the middle of finals, which is (as we all know) somewhat of a stressful experience. I chose to not let the stress get to me, but for the last few days that struggle has been becoming harder and harder, due to my own worrying about my grades, and my new job with the RCMP (which I can't elaborate much on). Anyways, this stress has been having somewhat of a noticeable effect on the people around me. Many of my friends and peers have been somewhat irritable lately, and mood swings seem to run rampant in the minds of the people around me... either way, it doesn't matter. Final are over on Wednesday, then I've got nothing at all to worry about.
Well... I feel like there's more that I want to write, but I don't know what to say. I suppose I'll just do another post if anything else really comes to me. The plan that I have for the duration of the summer is that I'm going to try to keep a journal again. If I actually do succeed in this, then I'll try to update this blog more regularly. Perhaps once a week or so. I mean, I have a lot to say, so why not say it?
I can't help it if I think it's funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile when I feel bad
I'm the kinda guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
-Chris
P.S. To that one person: I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, and I understand that this little tidbit of information is hardly an adequate reply to your plea, but right now it's the best I can do. After finals I'll have the time to write more, but for now, I'm starved for time. This being know, please be certain that I want the same thing that you do, and I miss it just as badly as you.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Beautiful Midnight
Woohoo! I'm on spring break!... Which really isn't as exciting as it sounds. So far, this break hasn't been an exciting one, consisting mainly of me trying to find ways to pass time until the day is over... to be frank, I'm doing this post out of boredom, not actual inspiration. I'm slightly dissapointed with myself for this, I must confess... I mean, it's spring break! I should be partying with friends, going places and doing stuff with my peers, not sitting at home, debating if it'd be worthwhile to take a nap whilst I blog.
Getting off topic, EVERYBODY who is reading this needs to see this. It's extremely motivational. www.tweenbots.com Truly, it says something about us as humans... it's a message we don't hear often, but one that should be.
Well, my brief time mentioned in "Clumsy" as Romeo Montegue is over... in that time though, I kinda got to know the whole Shakespearian experience a bit, and the whole idea and culture behind his writing is really quite amazing. I don't think there's any other author who can capture the entire culture of an entire era as well as he. In a weird way, I feel a little bit like some of the personality of Romeo has been seeping over to me. Over the last little while I've been acting more impulsive that usual on certain issues (one or two of you reading this might know what I'm talking about). It's really strange. I have honestly felt kinda different, and I really don't know what the cause is... I'll give more out on that later.
I feel empty. I can't explain how it feels, or exactly what it is I'm feeling, but emptiness is the best way to describe. It's just... nothing... and for lack of better words from there as well, I hate it. I wish something would happen to make me have some sort of feeling, but life just seems to be at some kind of a halt right now. Maybe it's my pent-up stress about certain issues in my life, maybe it's worrying about people, or being concerned about the future, whatever. It's just... there, and I'm not.
-Falling stars
Getting off topic, EVERYBODY who is reading this needs to see this. It's extremely motivational. www.tweenbots.com Truly, it says something about us as humans... it's a message we don't hear often, but one that should be.
Well, my brief time mentioned in "Clumsy" as Romeo Montegue is over... in that time though, I kinda got to know the whole Shakespearian experience a bit, and the whole idea and culture behind his writing is really quite amazing. I don't think there's any other author who can capture the entire culture of an entire era as well as he. In a weird way, I feel a little bit like some of the personality of Romeo has been seeping over to me. Over the last little while I've been acting more impulsive that usual on certain issues (one or two of you reading this might know what I'm talking about). It's really strange. I have honestly felt kinda different, and I really don't know what the cause is... I'll give more out on that later.
I feel empty. I can't explain how it feels, or exactly what it is I'm feeling, but emptiness is the best way to describe. It's just... nothing... and for lack of better words from there as well, I hate it. I wish something would happen to make me have some sort of feeling, but life just seems to be at some kind of a halt right now. Maybe it's my pent-up stress about certain issues in my life, maybe it's worrying about people, or being concerned about the future, whatever. It's just... there, and I'm not.
-Falling stars
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Clumsy
Well... I fear to whisper this, but I will anyways: I finally believe that spring is here! Somehow, though, it feels like every time that I work up the confidence to sing this from the rooftops of the darkened city that is the Albertan skies, the fates conspire to obliterate whatever optimistic fantasy of sun I've conjured... but no matter! I have faith that the time is finally nigh!
Anyways, I've been rather busy lately, between schoolwork, relationships, and a new writing project I've been putting a fair deal into (a bit more on that later)... also, as my means of speaking have been showing for the last few weeks, I've been studying "Romeo & Juliet" in English, and I've really been enjoying it. It should also be noted that I've been selected for the part of Romeo, and I've been having a great time with that, and have been trying (though not very hard, albeit) to let the part get to my head. Lets see... Ah! In other academic news, the MHS concert band has been nominated to go to provincials in Red Deer, sometime in May! Hopefully, things will go well, and we'll be able to go, and make a good name for our little town.
However, every silver lining also has it's cloud.
Recently I did something most simple, but equally as inadvisable: Simply put, I missed the last song. My actions hurt the one closest to me, and in the process I did a tiny bit of damage that can't be undone. Yes, I realize that with only the greatest of ease I can do something inverse to what I already have done, but that will just build around a tiny hole. Again, I realize that a repair might make the previously mentioned metaphorical dam stronger than it ever was, but the hole is still there, a tiny pockmark to be ogled at by any passerby's who dare to look a bit more closely than most.
Well... I think that's all I've got for now. In later times, I'll write more about my upcoming literary project, and I'll try to keep in touch more
The mother is getting getting confused, lost in the supermarket, and on the way home, we go dancing in the fountain. It always seems like a good idea, and that's because it is a good idea. We're just like... the first man in the state of nature. We're invalid, we're ignorant, and we're stupid, but above all we're happy
It's you, it's me, and it's dancing
And of all the things you thought you knew
-Chris Gast
Anyways, I've been rather busy lately, between schoolwork, relationships, and a new writing project I've been putting a fair deal into (a bit more on that later)... also, as my means of speaking have been showing for the last few weeks, I've been studying "Romeo & Juliet" in English, and I've really been enjoying it. It should also be noted that I've been selected for the part of Romeo, and I've been having a great time with that, and have been trying (though not very hard, albeit) to let the part get to my head. Lets see... Ah! In other academic news, the MHS concert band has been nominated to go to provincials in Red Deer, sometime in May! Hopefully, things will go well, and we'll be able to go, and make a good name for our little town.
However, every silver lining also has it's cloud.
Recently I did something most simple, but equally as inadvisable: Simply put, I missed the last song. My actions hurt the one closest to me, and in the process I did a tiny bit of damage that can't be undone. Yes, I realize that with only the greatest of ease I can do something inverse to what I already have done, but that will just build around a tiny hole. Again, I realize that a repair might make the previously mentioned metaphorical dam stronger than it ever was, but the hole is still there, a tiny pockmark to be ogled at by any passerby's who dare to look a bit more closely than most.
Well... I think that's all I've got for now. In later times, I'll write more about my upcoming literary project, and I'll try to keep in touch more
The mother is getting getting confused, lost in the supermarket, and on the way home, we go dancing in the fountain. It always seems like a good idea, and that's because it is a good idea. We're just like... the first man in the state of nature. We're invalid, we're ignorant, and we're stupid, but above all we're happy
It's you, it's me, and it's dancing
And of all the things you thought you knew
-Chris Gast
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Stop the Clocks
Oh dear Lord... I need to be doing more writing. My apologies for succumbing to my laziness like this, but I've been fairly busy with life.
*sigh* I'm done of winter. A few days ago I felt certain that the clouds would finally part, and I could once again bask in the suns rays, and bid farewell to the ice for at least a few months. However, we in southern Alberta were given no such sympathy by mother nature. -To all readers- Be grateful if you live somewhere where there is no snow in March.
Over the past few days everyone in my home has been doing battle with an illness of sorts, and recently, I've succumbed to this vile micro-organism. My head bears a certain similarity to the feeling a church bell must have... as for the rest of my body, I feel dizzy to the point of having difficulty standing up, and (possibly to attribute to my lack of balance) I have no energy whatsoever. At this point I feel like I'm borrowing the flow of my music just to keep from falling asleep on the keyboard... come to think of it, I'm actually typing in sync with the rhythm of my music, which is kinda sad. (Which, BTW is the sophomore album of Dallas Green (AKA City and Colour) "Bring me Your Love". Very nice old-school folky sound, with a nice blend of passionate lyrics. Nothing new or special, but it's all done very well.)
Hm... it's times like this that I almost wish that nobody read my blog, so that I could say things that would offend practically all of the people who read this, and to those it didn't offend, it would just give away more of myself than I'm willing to put out there... again, to anyone curious enough to ask, feel free to fire away with the questions. I can't promise you I'll answer, but depending on who you are, I might throw you a line if I'm in the right mood.
Gah... I think that's about all I've got in me for now. I'm sorry for not writing more, but I don't think my brain can handle too much more of this
And to quote one of the most overused love songs ever "And maybe, you'll be the one who saves me"
-The kid who didn't make it
*sigh* I'm done of winter. A few days ago I felt certain that the clouds would finally part, and I could once again bask in the suns rays, and bid farewell to the ice for at least a few months. However, we in southern Alberta were given no such sympathy by mother nature. -To all readers- Be grateful if you live somewhere where there is no snow in March.
Over the past few days everyone in my home has been doing battle with an illness of sorts, and recently, I've succumbed to this vile micro-organism. My head bears a certain similarity to the feeling a church bell must have... as for the rest of my body, I feel dizzy to the point of having difficulty standing up, and (possibly to attribute to my lack of balance) I have no energy whatsoever. At this point I feel like I'm borrowing the flow of my music just to keep from falling asleep on the keyboard... come to think of it, I'm actually typing in sync with the rhythm of my music, which is kinda sad. (Which, BTW is the sophomore album of Dallas Green (AKA City and Colour) "Bring me Your Love". Very nice old-school folky sound, with a nice blend of passionate lyrics. Nothing new or special, but it's all done very well.)
Hm... it's times like this that I almost wish that nobody read my blog, so that I could say things that would offend practically all of the people who read this, and to those it didn't offend, it would just give away more of myself than I'm willing to put out there... again, to anyone curious enough to ask, feel free to fire away with the questions. I can't promise you I'll answer, but depending on who you are, I might throw you a line if I'm in the right mood.
Gah... I think that's about all I've got in me for now. I'm sorry for not writing more, but I don't think my brain can handle too much more of this
And to quote one of the most overused love songs ever "And maybe, you'll be the one who saves me"
-The kid who didn't make it
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Sing the Sorrow
Okay, this one is going to go, for sure, no questions asked. This is my third attempt to do an entry in the last five days, and I'm really hoping that this one will actually work. With the other two I never really went anywhere with them, and they just felt like a waste of text, so I never published them.
As for news in the life of Chris, today is Valentines day, which although is not exactly how I envisioned it to be, is still going to be pretty great. Know why? Because I say it will be, and that's all I need. Take that world.
Another thing that I really want to make a brief comment on, is that I've actually found myself improving at playing the guitar, a fact which overjoys me. I've been pushing myself in how I play, an it's been paying off!... and I think that that's about all that's been happening in my life really, unless you want me to start a monologue on my school life (and trust me, you don't want that. At all.)
I am bored out of my skull. (As in literally, my head is hurting)
It's a Sunday afternoon, and I have absolutely nothing going on, at all. I wish I had interesting thoughts to talk about, or life events that I feel comfortable sharing with the entire friggin' world, but I've got nothing, which makes me feel like a terribly boring person right now.
So, to substitute, I'm going to post a little monologue that I did for my English class about two weeks ago. The link to the picture is;
http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/obrazky-na-plochu.html?o=04-wp
Honor. Nobility. Morality. All those things, they’re only whatever you make them out to be. Adhering to the basic principals that can justify your sleep at night. The way I see it is just as the struggle to make you feel like a good person. Justify the sins we all commit by trying to play with honesty, and indiscrimination while hoping that the rest are going by the same standards as you.
The figure in the image: A blissful representative of a certain curiosity and mystery. Perhaps pondering the contents of the train. Maybe he’s reflecting upon the events of the day, using the deafening roar of the train as his own inverse tranquility. What’s to say he’s not waiting for the sunrise, and the train is nothing but coincidence, making for an annoying behemoth of an obstacle between our bare-footed subject, and his taste of gold? From my point of view, all of the above are irrelevant. Either way, the feeling, which is conveyed by the photographer (an art, which I believe, is on par with even the highest caliber of writing, or the writers behind it), is positively undeniable. The simplicity implies not only the photographer’s standpoint, but somehow the simple grace of the little things. One of the things that I really want to draw attention to would be how the entire left half of the picture is empty. Sure, there is the blurry outline of the train, and some dry grasses featured here, but in contrast to the right half, is extremely simple, and that to me, is the embodiment of passionate honor. Being true to oneself in an artistic expression, and avoiding conforming to a conventional opinion is truly a beautiful thing.
It might not seem like this to others, but I think that the way the photographer was subtle, yet very blunt with a single image, states everything that is needed. Picturing the seductive allure of the loneliness, which we (as humans) all crave from time to time. Of course, there is the blatant roadblock of reality that keeps us making our own seclusion into an actuality.
Which brings us back to the point mentioned in the paragraph prior to the last. Staying true to you is the purest kind of honor. Keeping your own desires, ambitions, and morals, and not losing track of you.
*This is not part of the things*
Hey! Notice the trick I did? I took six-hundred words, and used them to make nothing! Yay me!
-The only thing to be more wary of than those who wish you ill are those who want to love you.
As for news in the life of Chris, today is Valentines day, which although is not exactly how I envisioned it to be, is still going to be pretty great. Know why? Because I say it will be, and that's all I need. Take that world.
Another thing that I really want to make a brief comment on, is that I've actually found myself improving at playing the guitar, a fact which overjoys me. I've been pushing myself in how I play, an it's been paying off!... and I think that that's about all that's been happening in my life really, unless you want me to start a monologue on my school life (and trust me, you don't want that. At all.)
I am bored out of my skull. (As in literally, my head is hurting)
It's a Sunday afternoon, and I have absolutely nothing going on, at all. I wish I had interesting thoughts to talk about, or life events that I feel comfortable sharing with the entire friggin' world, but I've got nothing, which makes me feel like a terribly boring person right now.
So, to substitute, I'm going to post a little monologue that I did for my English class about two weeks ago. The link to the picture is;
http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/obrazky-na-plochu.html?o=04-wp
Honor. Nobility. Morality. All those things, they’re only whatever you make them out to be. Adhering to the basic principals that can justify your sleep at night. The way I see it is just as the struggle to make you feel like a good person. Justify the sins we all commit by trying to play with honesty, and indiscrimination while hoping that the rest are going by the same standards as you.
The figure in the image: A blissful representative of a certain curiosity and mystery. Perhaps pondering the contents of the train. Maybe he’s reflecting upon the events of the day, using the deafening roar of the train as his own inverse tranquility. What’s to say he’s not waiting for the sunrise, and the train is nothing but coincidence, making for an annoying behemoth of an obstacle between our bare-footed subject, and his taste of gold? From my point of view, all of the above are irrelevant. Either way, the feeling, which is conveyed by the photographer (an art, which I believe, is on par with even the highest caliber of writing, or the writers behind it), is positively undeniable. The simplicity implies not only the photographer’s standpoint, but somehow the simple grace of the little things. One of the things that I really want to draw attention to would be how the entire left half of the picture is empty. Sure, there is the blurry outline of the train, and some dry grasses featured here, but in contrast to the right half, is extremely simple, and that to me, is the embodiment of passionate honor. Being true to oneself in an artistic expression, and avoiding conforming to a conventional opinion is truly a beautiful thing.
It might not seem like this to others, but I think that the way the photographer was subtle, yet very blunt with a single image, states everything that is needed. Picturing the seductive allure of the loneliness, which we (as humans) all crave from time to time. Of course, there is the blatant roadblock of reality that keeps us making our own seclusion into an actuality.
Which brings us back to the point mentioned in the paragraph prior to the last. Staying true to you is the purest kind of honor. Keeping your own desires, ambitions, and morals, and not losing track of you.
*This is not part of the things*
Hey! Notice the trick I did? I took six-hundred words, and used them to make nothing! Yay me!
-The only thing to be more wary of than those who wish you ill are those who want to love you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Earthless
Her bedroom is her temple, her books and stereo her muse
And she feels humbled by this equation, and sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Heaven and Hell. She's just not leaving anytime soon
And as the smoke pours out her window, a face forms behind the moon
And it looks like the face of Jesus, but if it's Jesus, she needs proof
Ah, Rain Maida, you never fail to make me smile, between your excellent acoustics, haunting voice, and dark lyrics (and that's not even bringing up his kick-ass falsetto.)
Well then, where should I begin... I can't quite remember when my last post was, but odds are I haven't been doing very much since then. The only change that has happened lately is that the new classes I've got going on this semester are dolling out a fair deal more homework than those of the first... which doesn't make for a very exciting blog post, if I do say so myself.
*mental note to self*-Think of things to write about before you actually commence writing. It makes it actually worth reading.
Wait! I lied, I do have one thing that I want to say something about! Valentines day is just around the corner! Minus the terribly grim history, I do really enjoy this time of year, A) because (as a friend of mind continually reminds me) I'm a hopeless romantic, and B) for the first time in my life, I actually have someone to enjoy Valentines day with (Um... if you're reading this (and you know who you are) it's not that I didn't enjoy last Valentines... but I think you know what I mean, right?)
The stormmaker says it ain't to bad
The dreammakers gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "Everybody look down!
It's all in your mind!"
Yeah, y'know what, that's all I've got for tonight
G'night, sleep well, and wish me luck that my next post may be better
-Your very own "Dreammaker"
And she feels humbled by this equation, and sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Heaven and Hell. She's just not leaving anytime soon
And as the smoke pours out her window, a face forms behind the moon
And it looks like the face of Jesus, but if it's Jesus, she needs proof
Ah, Rain Maida, you never fail to make me smile, between your excellent acoustics, haunting voice, and dark lyrics (and that's not even bringing up his kick-ass falsetto.)
Well then, where should I begin... I can't quite remember when my last post was, but odds are I haven't been doing very much since then. The only change that has happened lately is that the new classes I've got going on this semester are dolling out a fair deal more homework than those of the first... which doesn't make for a very exciting blog post, if I do say so myself.
*mental note to self*-Think of things to write about before you actually commence writing. It makes it actually worth reading.
Wait! I lied, I do have one thing that I want to say something about! Valentines day is just around the corner! Minus the terribly grim history, I do really enjoy this time of year, A) because (as a friend of mind continually reminds me) I'm a hopeless romantic, and B) for the first time in my life, I actually have someone to enjoy Valentines day with (Um... if you're reading this (and you know who you are) it's not that I didn't enjoy last Valentines... but I think you know what I mean, right?)
The stormmaker says it ain't to bad
The dreammakers gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "Everybody look down!
It's all in your mind!"
Yeah, y'know what, that's all I've got for tonight
G'night, sleep well, and wish me luck that my next post may be better
-Your very own "Dreammaker"
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sam's Town
Good afternoon internet! What should you be doing right now instead of reading this? Don't you have a job, or homework, or at least something more constructive you could be doing? My thoughts aren't that great. (Yet, you're still reading)
This week has been... well, a week. Not boring enough to whine about, but not exciting enough to have stories upon stories to convey... the high points of my week were probably either hanging out with friends/ Vanessa on Wednesday, getting my damn math midterm over and done with yesterday (which I'm fairly certain I did poorly on), and hanging out with the regular gang last night (minus Vanessa, unfortunately), and just had an awesome time doing nothing. God... it feels good to act like a teenager every once in a while, a feeling I deny myself of far to frequently with this life I've made for myself. Between an borderline obsessive interest in underground art, a strange philosophical outlook on existing, and a terribly critical view of myself, it doesn't leave a lot of room to just stay up late, rock out, have a bonfire every once in a while, and just sit back and take it easy.
Hmm... What else has been going on... Oh! My baby brother is crawling now (his first birthday is on May the fifteenth, a date that falls precariously close to my own). Anyways, now that he's mobile he's been much happier, although he is a fair deal more difficult to look after because he makes an effort to get into all of the things that he shouldn't be. Toys don't hold his interest (quite) the way that they used to. In a way though, we're all like that, satisfied with the little things that can merely hold our attention, and we will stay that way unless more is brought to our attention... or in the case of people like Max, or myself, go find more. Perhaps it's just some sort of indication of discontentment, but I like to think it's just a "quest" of sorts, to find what the world, and the people have to offer.
The one other thing that I want to comment on is the idea of people going into a "maniac" mode over something they're passionate about. (if that makes any sense) For example, I will be deeply offended, and will not hesitate to aggressively defend the music I listen to, or the artists I care about if they are insulted or attacked by someone else. Most everybody who I can think of has something that means this much to them, which is an awesome thing, because with that kind of passion put into something, incredible thing can be accomplished. The thing that I wanted to get at though is the opposite end of awesome. The way the people hurt each other when caught in the passion of forcing on, or defending something from/on someone. It is understandable to want to have something seen from your perspective, but is it really worth annoying someone, or in a particularly bad situation, flat-out make enemies?
Okay, I think that's everything for today. I should be back later this week with more...words
I totally wrote this post on a "Killers" high. Wait, when am I not on a Killers high?
Now! Go do something constructive!
(It's okay, I'm not either)
-Lover, dreamer, loser
http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=65
This week has been... well, a week. Not boring enough to whine about, but not exciting enough to have stories upon stories to convey... the high points of my week were probably either hanging out with friends/ Vanessa on Wednesday, getting my damn math midterm over and done with yesterday (which I'm fairly certain I did poorly on), and hanging out with the regular gang last night (minus Vanessa, unfortunately), and just had an awesome time doing nothing. God... it feels good to act like a teenager every once in a while, a feeling I deny myself of far to frequently with this life I've made for myself. Between an borderline obsessive interest in underground art, a strange philosophical outlook on existing, and a terribly critical view of myself, it doesn't leave a lot of room to just stay up late, rock out, have a bonfire every once in a while, and just sit back and take it easy.
Hmm... What else has been going on... Oh! My baby brother is crawling now (his first birthday is on May the fifteenth, a date that falls precariously close to my own). Anyways, now that he's mobile he's been much happier, although he is a fair deal more difficult to look after because he makes an effort to get into all of the things that he shouldn't be. Toys don't hold his interest (quite) the way that they used to. In a way though, we're all like that, satisfied with the little things that can merely hold our attention, and we will stay that way unless more is brought to our attention... or in the case of people like Max, or myself, go find more. Perhaps it's just some sort of indication of discontentment, but I like to think it's just a "quest" of sorts, to find what the world, and the people have to offer.
The one other thing that I want to comment on is the idea of people going into a "maniac" mode over something they're passionate about. (if that makes any sense) For example, I will be deeply offended, and will not hesitate to aggressively defend the music I listen to, or the artists I care about if they are insulted or attacked by someone else. Most everybody who I can think of has something that means this much to them, which is an awesome thing, because with that kind of passion put into something, incredible thing can be accomplished. The thing that I wanted to get at though is the opposite end of awesome. The way the people hurt each other when caught in the passion of forcing on, or defending something from/on someone. It is understandable to want to have something seen from your perspective, but is it really worth annoying someone, or in a particularly bad situation, flat-out make enemies?
Okay, I think that's everything for today. I should be back later this week with more...words
I totally wrote this post on a "Killers" high. Wait, when am I not on a Killers high?
Now! Go do something constructive!
(It's okay, I'm not either)
-Lover, dreamer, loser
http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=65
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Hunters Lullaby
*Cracks knuckles* (Yes, I do that in reality, and it makes me feel cool).
Well, yesterday's post took me like three days to find the time to put that damn thing together, but if all goes as planned this post (Sunday, Jan 11, 2009) should be completed within a few hours. At this point, I feel almost obligated to bore you guys with little tidbits about music, but I have more artists that should definitely be checked out: The first is a group called "Eisley" (used to be named after the city "Moss Eisley" in Star Wars, but after a brief run in with the law department of LucasArts, they dropped the "Moss" in order to avoid a potentially ugly lawsuit). Anywho, a couple days back this delightful family band from Tyler, Texas was brought to my attention by a close friend. I purchased their EP "Telescope Eyes" and found it to be decidedly enjoyable... Sort of Tegan and Sara meets Paramore kinda thing. They have a certain "old-school rustic chick rocker" feel to them which gives a wonderful (but slightly hokey) spunky country girl effect.
Entry time!
Hm... I didn't really do too much between yesterdays entry and this today's post... I guess I just went to church, and had a talked with Vanessa (oh my god, seven months?) In my shallow realm of "dating" this is by a huge margin my longest (and most meaningful) relationship. Of course, there's always odd fluctuations in things, and from time to time, things don't really go according to plan (but usually they turn out better than originally conceived, so that's okay I guess. Also, would life be any fun at all if it always worked out as planned?) Either way though, things have been a bit strange with her, and I've been doing my best to get everything back to what could be regarded as a potential "ordinary", but deep down I feel like that's kinda history.
What else to I have to talk about... Oh! There's an amazing book I've been reading that should definitely be checked out by anyone who likes... well, I'm really not certain how to classify it at all. Really, if you like reading at all, and don't have any problems with graphic scenes then I strongly recommend that you check this out. Picture this: "If you can imagine that Peter Pan's enemy is not Captain Hook, but Neverland itself, or what the whale that swallows Jonah is Moby-Dick, you'll begin to appreciate what this book is about. Anticipate with dread, size, and understand. A riveting reading experience"
-Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Well, I guess that's about all I've got to say about my life right now. I'll be back with another post later this week, maybe next weekend at latest
Caught between the stars and underground, climbing up for the sheer purpose of falling back down
-Any other boy
Well, yesterday's post took me like three days to find the time to put that damn thing together, but if all goes as planned this post (Sunday, Jan 11, 2009) should be completed within a few hours. At this point, I feel almost obligated to bore you guys with little tidbits about music, but I have more artists that should definitely be checked out: The first is a group called "Eisley" (used to be named after the city "Moss Eisley" in Star Wars, but after a brief run in with the law department of LucasArts, they dropped the "Moss" in order to avoid a potentially ugly lawsuit). Anywho, a couple days back this delightful family band from Tyler, Texas was brought to my attention by a close friend. I purchased their EP "Telescope Eyes" and found it to be decidedly enjoyable... Sort of Tegan and Sara meets Paramore kinda thing. They have a certain "old-school rustic chick rocker" feel to them which gives a wonderful (but slightly hokey) spunky country girl effect.
Entry time!
Hm... I didn't really do too much between yesterdays entry and this today's post... I guess I just went to church, and had a talked with Vanessa (oh my god, seven months?) In my shallow realm of "dating" this is by a huge margin my longest (and most meaningful) relationship. Of course, there's always odd fluctuations in things, and from time to time, things don't really go according to plan (but usually they turn out better than originally conceived, so that's okay I guess. Also, would life be any fun at all if it always worked out as planned?) Either way though, things have been a bit strange with her, and I've been doing my best to get everything back to what could be regarded as a potential "ordinary", but deep down I feel like that's kinda history.
What else to I have to talk about... Oh! There's an amazing book I've been reading that should definitely be checked out by anyone who likes... well, I'm really not certain how to classify it at all. Really, if you like reading at all, and don't have any problems with graphic scenes then I strongly recommend that you check this out. Picture this: "If you can imagine that Peter Pan's enemy is not Captain Hook, but Neverland itself, or what the whale that swallows Jonah is Moby-Dick, you'll begin to appreciate what this book is about. Anticipate with dread, size, and understand. A riveting reading experience"
-Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Well, I guess that's about all I've got to say about my life right now. I'll be back with another post later this week, maybe next weekend at latest
Caught between the stars and underground, climbing up for the sheer purpose of falling back down
-Any other boy
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Room Noises
Well, well, well... here we are. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-two minutes to think about why you are here. You will not talk. You will not move from these seats. Any questions?
Heh... Movie references (Breakfast Club, for those of you that didn't know)
Anyways, sorry about the wait. I've been away for a while, as I believe I mentioned in my last post. More on that in a moment. The things that have gone on behind the boards that covered up this particular window to my life are many, and most were rather significant, and I'll do my best to get to (some of) those as well. However, first things must come first: Of course, over the holidays, I acquired several new albums, but the two that need an honorable mention on this site are: Stars "Set Yourself On Fire", and Tegan & Sara "The Con". Both are Canadian artists, that fall under the genre of "light, lyric-based indie rock", but obviously both are very different. Actually, for those of you who don't know, Tegan and Sara actually have a fairly interesting history to them. The duo are identical twins from Calgary, Alberta (which, isn't very far from where I live). They used to play as a band "PLUNK" which was absent a bassist and drummer. In their high school's recording studio they recorded their first two demo albums "Who's in Your Band", and "Play Day"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that interesting, (to you, anyways).
Okay, to get going with an actual entry... Wow, this is kinda strange to be writing again... Like I said, a ton has been going on in my life, but for the privacy of certain individuals, I'll keep the details to myself.
My trip to Mexico was awesome! I had probably the most amazing time ever while I was there, and it was hands-down the greatest new years eve of my life! At a point, in the middle of a street (a tiny, cobblestone street too, may I add) there was a fireworks display! A bizarre... tower of sorts, with fireworks all over it! The way the lights sprayed off in all directions, illuminating even the blackest of nights, and lightening even the darkest of hearts on that... Dare I say, warm, evening. The amazing part though, was that that wasn't even the high point of the trip for me. I'd elaborate further, but I really don't want to describe things in depth right now (I'm just not really in the mood), so if you want to know, just ask me, allright?
Relationships are strange. In this instance, I'm not talking about a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. I'm more thinking along the lines of friendships, bonds, trust, love, that sort of thing, y'know? Why should you, or anyone for that matter be putting any faith in me? Who are you to trust a soul that could be darker, more twisted, and much, much deeper than you ever imagined? What give you the notion that confiding in me is your best option? Why even treat it as an option. I'm no guru, so why treat me like I know any better then you?
Well, that's about all I've got. Maybe when I've been properly aroused from this state of mental idle I'll do another, more fulfilling entry here.
But until then: This world isn't kind to little things. Protect the tender things, and the strong ones will take care of themselves
I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood.
-Chris
P.S. Don't ask why, but I need a new band name. Please post any ideas you may have as comments, please and thank you!
Heh... Movie references (Breakfast Club, for those of you that didn't know)
Anyways, sorry about the wait. I've been away for a while, as I believe I mentioned in my last post. More on that in a moment. The things that have gone on behind the boards that covered up this particular window to my life are many, and most were rather significant, and I'll do my best to get to (some of) those as well. However, first things must come first: Of course, over the holidays, I acquired several new albums, but the two that need an honorable mention on this site are: Stars "Set Yourself On Fire", and Tegan & Sara "The Con". Both are Canadian artists, that fall under the genre of "light, lyric-based indie rock", but obviously both are very different. Actually, for those of you who don't know, Tegan and Sara actually have a fairly interesting history to them. The duo are identical twins from Calgary, Alberta (which, isn't very far from where I live). They used to play as a band "PLUNK" which was absent a bassist and drummer. In their high school's recording studio they recorded their first two demo albums "Who's in Your Band", and "Play Day"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that interesting, (to you, anyways).
Okay, to get going with an actual entry... Wow, this is kinda strange to be writing again... Like I said, a ton has been going on in my life, but for the privacy of certain individuals, I'll keep the details to myself.
My trip to Mexico was awesome! I had probably the most amazing time ever while I was there, and it was hands-down the greatest new years eve of my life! At a point, in the middle of a street (a tiny, cobblestone street too, may I add) there was a fireworks display! A bizarre... tower of sorts, with fireworks all over it! The way the lights sprayed off in all directions, illuminating even the blackest of nights, and lightening even the darkest of hearts on that... Dare I say, warm, evening. The amazing part though, was that that wasn't even the high point of the trip for me. I'd elaborate further, but I really don't want to describe things in depth right now (I'm just not really in the mood), so if you want to know, just ask me, allright?
Relationships are strange. In this instance, I'm not talking about a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. I'm more thinking along the lines of friendships, bonds, trust, love, that sort of thing, y'know? Why should you, or anyone for that matter be putting any faith in me? Who are you to trust a soul that could be darker, more twisted, and much, much deeper than you ever imagined? What give you the notion that confiding in me is your best option? Why even treat it as an option. I'm no guru, so why treat me like I know any better then you?
Well, that's about all I've got. Maybe when I've been properly aroused from this state of mental idle I'll do another, more fulfilling entry here.
But until then: This world isn't kind to little things. Protect the tender things, and the strong ones will take care of themselves
I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood.
-Chris
P.S. Don't ask why, but I need a new band name. Please post any ideas you may have as comments, please and thank you!
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