beau sia. fantastic poet, dreamer, doer. love the guy, really..... when i get in a mood (depression, anger, what have you) sometimes the lyrics of a song or my favorite part of a poem just play over and over in my mind....here is todays
"i never wanna see you unhappy/i thought you'd want the same for me" -almost lover, a fine frenzy
"because love has got me feeling fucked up and dying
because i feel retarded with no one to hold me
and maybe thats sentimental
but whats wrong with sentimental?
....you see all i am saying is someone
love me"- beau sia
Sunday, March 1, 2009
im not smart, but id like to be...
since i would never talk about news or politics with anyone in real life (not a whole lot of interest coming from other people, and those that might be interested in the subjects themselves probably dont care what i have to say about it), i shall just write about it here (which, i am aware, is essentially talking to myself).
while i appreciate people trying to recreate the boston tea party as a means of protest, the concept itself is a lot more impressive than the reality. the reality being, of course, several jugs of arizona sweat tea being dumped into the st johns river. maybe it was just unimpressive on film? i especially love the looks of the people at the coffee shop behind Jim Nealis as he shouts to the very large crowd of, id say, twenty or so. they seem curious about the shouting man, as well as those holding up protest signs. which i suppose is yet another nod to technology. i mean, why go out and protest when you can just blog about how annoyed and unique you are? yes, i realize the hypocrisy of that statement. thats probably what i find the most frustrating. all those people accomplished their objective, in that, i am now talking about them. regardless of how they did it or why they did it, anything that promotes communication should be a good thing. its just too early for me to smother them in accolades. so instead, sarcasm and frustration are a close second.
hurrah for obamas plan to only leave thousands and thousands of troops overseas! really brilliant. and im so glad iraq approves....it is, after all, their country.
thought of the day- i would have really liked to be there back in the day when ann coulter decided what she wanted to do with her life....i imagine her as being that girl in college who got too drunk at all the frat parties and usually ended up skinny dipping or just wandering around naked asking boys if they thought she was pretty enough. but i mean, only when she wasnt popping speed during the week to get the grades. then one day, after agonizing over which path to take, comedy or politics, she just threw the several carefully made lists away and said "screw it....im gonna be a bitch instead!" but wait, whats that, why would i want to be there? so that immediately after making that statement, i could stab her. repeatedly.
while i appreciate people trying to recreate the boston tea party as a means of protest, the concept itself is a lot more impressive than the reality. the reality being, of course, several jugs of arizona sweat tea being dumped into the st johns river. maybe it was just unimpressive on film? i especially love the looks of the people at the coffee shop behind Jim Nealis as he shouts to the very large crowd of, id say, twenty or so. they seem curious about the shouting man, as well as those holding up protest signs. which i suppose is yet another nod to technology. i mean, why go out and protest when you can just blog about how annoyed and unique you are? yes, i realize the hypocrisy of that statement. thats probably what i find the most frustrating. all those people accomplished their objective, in that, i am now talking about them. regardless of how they did it or why they did it, anything that promotes communication should be a good thing. its just too early for me to smother them in accolades. so instead, sarcasm and frustration are a close second.
hurrah for obamas plan to only leave thousands and thousands of troops overseas! really brilliant. and im so glad iraq approves....it is, after all, their country.
thought of the day- i would have really liked to be there back in the day when ann coulter decided what she wanted to do with her life....i imagine her as being that girl in college who got too drunk at all the frat parties and usually ended up skinny dipping or just wandering around naked asking boys if they thought she was pretty enough. but i mean, only when she wasnt popping speed during the week to get the grades. then one day, after agonizing over which path to take, comedy or politics, she just threw the several carefully made lists away and said "screw it....im gonna be a bitch instead!" but wait, whats that, why would i want to be there? so that immediately after making that statement, i could stab her. repeatedly.
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