Four years
Jan 31
2010
Jan 31
2010
Jan 30
2010
It is so hard to feel at ease when I feel that I cannot trust anyone around me. Everyone gossips, and spreads rumours, and tries to bring others down… I thought I was finished with high school. Why are people still so immature and two-faced? Can we not all just act our ages? Or how about we pretend to be even more mature than we are, rather than act like children who need to run around whispering secrets on the playground?
I feel as though there is no one out there around me who has any pure motives or good intentions. I am wary of everyone, and, just like usual, I alienate them to try to figure out what it is that they want with me. I don’t have anything to offer, so it conerns me when they seem to want to be around me. I wish I could peel them back, layer by false layer, until I got to their core, and I could see what their real thoughts are.
I am an intensely private person with some things, but I find that I trust people too easily. When I tell them the truth about my feelings and thoughts, they back off and distance themselves. Or, they hold it above my head in attempt to maintain a sense of power over me. I always end up regretting letting a person into my life, and letting my guard down, because in the end, I am always dissappointed and hurt when it is used against me in whatever way they choose. Sometimes it feels like I should just not tell anyone close to me anything personal, instead turning to here, safe under the relative anonymity of the internet, and release the demons inside before they get too overwhelming. Because I have tried to bottle things up, and it resulted in many self-aggressive and painful manifestations of mental anguish.
I wish that people meant what they say, and said what they mean. It would make trust so much easier. Perhaps it is because I broke the trust of the most important person in the world to me that I am uncomfortable around others and hold no faith in them at all. Whatever the reason is, I need to constantly remind myself that the person I happen to open up to may not be the kind, friendly person I so depserately seek out. Once a person’s mask comes off, it is a whole other story, and it is rarely anything other than a trajedy.
Tags: Frustration, Just me, Loneliness
Jan 30
2010
Jan 29
2010
All-consuming passion. The craving of the other person, the heart calling to heart, soul calling to soul… Wanting to spend time going out doing fun things together, then coming home and being alone with each other. I think of complete understanding and freedom and trust, of the ability to talk to eachother about absolutely anything without fear of being judged or persecuted. I picture long, deep kisses, or frantic making-out kisses depending on the mood. I picture walking hand in hand everywhere, going to crazy parties, walking alone down a riverbank in the dark. I picture flowers in vases, pebbles thrown at windows, giving the other person whatever they really wanted if it was important to them.
I picture after having time apart from one another, the distance between the two when they first see eachother again is covered by leaps and bounds, running to reach one anothers arms spread out, joining in a passionate kiss no matter who may be around. I think of living so much for the other person it burns when they aren’t there, and nothing quells the fire but the other person being back with you. It’s having their name on your lips everytime you want to cry with joy, or the first shoulder you picture when you need to cry.
I just want to be loved completely, supported with whatever choices I make (no matter how stupid they may be), and I want to be able to love them with a wreckless abandon, come what may. Love is hanging off of every word spoken, kisses under the moon, candlelit dinners and hugs. I love kissing and hugging and snuggling. THAT is love, when I think of it.
Love is making someone happy in the long run, even if something hurts now. Love is recognizing what is best for their heart and mind and body. Love is living completley for another person. Love is.. so hard.
Tags: Love, Relationships
Jan 29
2010
I am contemplating what impact I want to have on the world, and how I would like to be remembered when I die.
Obviously, I want to be remembered as a nice person who was there for her friends, who loved and cared deeply, and things like that. I would hate to be thought of as some miserable old hag who had no value in the world except to sew my seeds of discontent. If I have children, I want them to remember me as fair, loving, fun, understanding, compassionate, and as someone who did everything for the family. I want my future husband to remember me as the love of his life, as someone who may have her problems but tried her best to rise above and be the best she could be. I want my family to remember me as someone fun to be around, stubborn as a mule on things I believed deeply in, but someone who always put family first, and loved spending time with them. I want coworkers to remember me as fun and good at making them laugh (what with my crazy dances, randomly burst-out song lyrics, and weird jokes), but also as someone who enjoyed what I did and was a good teamplayer.
But on top of being remembered as a kind, helpful and loving person, I want to be remembered for something more. I want to be known for my writing, and my work with animals. That is the mark I want to leave on the world, one of how I have devoted my life to helping animals have better lives. Be it working with rescued animals, or being the one doing the rescuing, or screening potential homes for adopting families… I want to put everything I can in helping and saving as many animals as I can. And I love public speaking, so I know that I could help spread the word of animal cruelty or abandonment or whatever cause I believe in and work for. I want to be a force to be reckoned with, a defender and crusader in the fight for animal rights.
To be honest… I just want to be remembered in a positive light. That is all I hope for. Just that people remember liking me.
Jan 29
2010
20 random songs on my Ipod, and what memories they hold for me
1) Coming Home by City and Colour – Other than being a beautiful song, it reminds me of a day at work with MJ listening to my ipod and when this song came on, she said that it was so sweet, that it was about a boy coming home to the girl he loves. I laughed and said “Ya, but it’s sad because he is asking his girlfriend, who was staying home while he was on the road, if it would be Dallas’ heart, or a different man that the girl had been cheating with.”
2) Jitterbug by Wham! – Reminds me of Zoolander, and I always think “Orange Mocha Frappachino!!” Also, just a great song to dance to.
3) Autumns Monologue by From Autumn to Ashes– Makes me think of my younger teenage years, filled with amazing friends, alcohol, depression and joy.
4) Ooh it’s Kinda Crazy by Soul Decision – Memories of my mom and sister and I singing to these guys when I was younger and they were at the height of their popularity. Reminds me of my youth.
5) I Can’t Hate You Anymore by Nick Lachey – Sitting at my old job at the photography studio Pogopix, smelling Kernel’s popcorn across the way, working on editing photos with my limited knowledge of Photoshop.
6) Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper – Laying in the backseat of my aunt’s car making the six hour trip from Calgary to Saskatoon, listening to 80’s songs and playing with my gameboy.
7) I Don’t Care by Fallout Boy – Singing this song to Rockband and kicking ass!
8 ) Save Yourself by Sense Field – Not knowing what he was talking about in the song, and asking my mom about it and her explaining it to me.
9) Wait and Bleed by Slipknot– Grade 10 year, creating my old song artwork pieces I used to do.
10) Bleeding Mascara by Atreyu – Sitting in my councilor’s office in grade 10, crying and listening to this song as loud as it would go. I was waiting for my mom to come to the school so we could have a discussion about my behaviour and self-harming habits.
11) I’ll Be by Edwin McCain – Singing this song in the schoolyard with my old friend Katelyn, singing our hearts out as we walked to the bus so we could go to a different school for shop class.
12) Jesse’s Girl by Rick Springfield – I used to have a massive crush on the friend of my best friend’s brother. His name was Jesse, and he was a couple years older than me. I was massively infatuated, and always sang the lyrics my own way, “You know I wish that I was Jesse’s girl…”
13) Open Wounds by Skillet – I was sitting on the bus late at night waiting to go home, and the bus driver had this song playing on his stereo and I really liked it, so I googled what song it was when I got home. I found out that Skillet is a Christian group, but I really liked this song.
14) Sunday, Bloody Sunday by U2 – Sitting in grade nine English class, and one of my best friends, Russell (who I really liked at the time) chose this song to play to the class and explain the meaning of it to him. We all had to choose a song that meant something to us personally, and he always loved U2. Whenever I hear this song, I think of him.
15) Angel of Death by Slayer – Sitting in my aunt’s old basement on the computer while the rest of the family was upstairs, and I was in a really destructive mood. I would sit and constantly search for songs like this, about death and destruction and hatred, because it was always on my mind.
16) It’s Not a Fashion Statement, it’s a Fucking Death Wish by My Chemical Romance – Junior high years, having a close-knit circle of friends who I would hang out with, talk about getting drunk, they’d get high, and I would just take it all in stride, as long as MCR was playing
17) Still Waiting by Sum 41 – I hate this song, but when I was in grade nine we had to perform a music video for drama class. I chose this one, and bought a tie from Value Village and painted it black, made a guitar out of cardboard, and completely memorized the exact moves that were performed by the lead singer (me) in the video. Then, after all of this work and time put in, we never got to perform. I was so upset!
18) Addicted by Enrique Iglesias – Grade nine, middle of the year dance. I was dancing with Chadd, and I was singing this as we swayed side to side. He said that I had a good voice, and it made me ecstatic to hear that because he was praised for his singing abilities so it was such a compliment coming from him.
19) We’re From America by Marilyn Manson – Other than the decade long love-affair (in my head) with this man, it reminds me of when I went to see his concert with best friend Chandra, and he said he was going to do this song next and he got booed by us Canadian hosers, and he was like “Do you honestly think that I not being fucking sarcastic?” or something sarcastic like that. Rawr.
20) Televators by The Mars Volta – Laying on my back in the dark basement of Cyril’s house, listening to this song on repeat while talking to A about anything that came to mind, for hours and hours while laying on the awful blue carpet down there.
Tags: Just me, Random thoughts
Jan 29
2010
I have always been absolutely fascinated with corset piercings, and would really like to get it done. The thing is, they are just surface piercings and are not permanent in the slightest. And it would probably hurt.
But it looks damn cool.

Tags: Interesting stuff, Love, Random thoughts
Jan 29
2010
I am so sick to my stomach with stress today that it physically hurts. Ugh.
At least I can be happy that I transferred my entire paycheque to my savings account today, which means I have a good amount of cash saved up. Unfortunately, it also means that I will be living off my measly bonus for the next two weeks. We’ll see how that goes!
Tags: Stress
Jan 29
2010
He called some of his friends in a conference call kind of thing, and got them to sing with him, so he could ask her out. SO sweet.
Tags: Love, Youtube videos
Jan 28
2010
Is the first day back at work in a week, and it is CRAZY busy. I also haven’t even been able to drink any coffee, as my stomach has been too upset. What a waste of three dollars this morning.
Anyway… it’s hard being back at work. I have to force myself to be all bouncy and cheery with patients and staff, but I am having a really hard time today. Four hours of “sleep,” no caffeine, and a melancholy-ridden mind do not make for a good day at work.
At least the girls here are being complete sweethearts. I don’t know what I would do if I had to work with a bunch of people I hated and who made me miserable. <3 I love my ladies.
And, new mantra at work,
Clear Desk, Clear Mind!!!
Tags: Work
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