Inked, Tainted, Etched, Scarred, Freed

I was pretty impressed by this poem. I love going back to stuff that I've written ages ago and I usually think, I wrote that? Blech! *disgusted face* But today, it was a little different. I found a poem that I wrote a couple of months ago and I was like, wha-? Not bad. No Shel Silverstein or Edgar Allen Poe, but not a bad poem, (in my opinion anyways, if you think this is bad, you should check out some of my other stuff) *shivers*

I think I was inspired by a fellow blogger and friend Lilly. You can check out her blog at lettersfromlilly.blogspot.com, it has some beautifully written poems and short stories there. 

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Inked

The ink of your soul has tainted my skin,

Leaving black lines etched across the porcelain surface,

Cracking the shell that once was me

Surfacing the truth,

That had been carefully hidden underneath the smiles

That I had painted on so long ago

Thank you for taking the mask off for me

For showing me who I really am

I have found the rainbow

And all it stands for

There is no black and white

Only shades and remnants of all that shone before

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The Not-So-Nice-Electric Friendship Generator

Hey guys,

Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been busy, (not really, just lazy, but we can pretend can't we?) Anyways, so a couple of months ago, in my Writer's Craft class, I had to do an assignment that required that we were to write a satirical essay about technology and why it's destroying our lives or something. Let me tell you, that week I had more than enough material as my laptop broke down, my iPod was being weird and I did not have any internet or phones for a week. Needless to say, I did not have much of a social life that week either. At first, I was quite nervous to hand this in, as my friend wrote more of an essay type thing, (really funny, but her's had more of a train of thought and sounded all intelligent and stuff, whilst mine, well, let's just say its like an episode of The Perfect Storm, you take a bunch of everything that shouldn't mix, ever, mix it up and you get a bunch of everything that should never be mixed together, mixed together, which may or may not cause trouble. < I don't understand what I just wrote either. Do you see what I mean by jumping off track an-THE FLINTSTONES ARE ON?!?!

Here's the final result... 

Facebook: The-Not-So-Nice Electric Friendship Generator

CU L8R @ DNR PCM K?

What the hell does that say you might ask? Apparently that garbled mess means ‘See You Later at Dinner Please Call Me Okay?’ Yeah, when I first saw it, I thought I was reading the subtitles to AVATAR. What has our intelligence come to? We live in a society where we spend more days learning English than we do math; and yet most Fifth graders know how to do 11^th grade algebra but cannot spell ‘spelling’. What has happened to us you may ask? We’ve gone stupid, that’s what. We’ve become so reliant upon the internet, Facebook and texting that we no longer feel the need to actually work. We have the attention span of a gnat for pete’s sake!

Okay, maybe this will help; think back to the days when our parents were riding about on dinosaurs and when we knew what an 8 track tape was. Yeah, that far back. Back when typewriters were cutting edge technology and the gramophone was practically a concert in the house. Those were the days when if something was jammed, it was just the typewriter keys. What has happened since then you may ask? A lot. A lot of nothing. We may have come up with a cell-phone and Facebook (or the electric friendship generator as I call it), but we are a far cry from an advanced and intelligent society. Why? I’ll tell you why gosh darnit, because we live in a society where if we can’t load a text in less than three seconds we rant and we rave until we receive a new phone. We’re like a whiny five year old.

We used to have patience and morals but now, due to 4G networks and Facebook, we seem to have lost all hope in ever becoming intelligent and caring. Here’s a prime example: A couple of months ago, I read about this young man who was not openly gay and in a matter of weeks due to bullying, he was dead. His roommate and supposed ‘friend’ began taping his amorous activities and posting them on Facebook. This is exactly what I’m talking about people! The roommate was certainly not intelligent nor caring when he was posting this. He caused this nice young man’s death! People used to learn morals and values back in the days of actually writing letters. They learned something that very few people learn about today, patience. That’s right, patience. Read it slowly, think it over; let it settle into your mind before you continue reading, cause it’s going to be coming up a heck of a lot.

            I was watching Dr Phil a while ago, and they interviewed this woman who had become so obsessed with the game Farmville that she was not feeding or taking care of her kids! They asked her how she managed to make it through the day of the interview and she said that she had a bunch of food lined up for the animals to survive. She paid more attention to virtual animals that you cannot even get a decent steak out of rather than her REAL kids! There is so much wrong with that scenario that I cannot even begin to explain.

            Youtube. Now there’s a place where I can waste time. Forget casinos, Chuck E. Cheese (practically the same thing except for kids), or Facebook; YouTube is where I lose eye-sight, brain cells and precious hours all at the same time! It’s the new and improved YouTube kids, eye cancer treatment not included!  I found a comedian (on YouTube, how shocking!) that has a little snippet that goes like this...

“I love YouTube, maybe you’re watching this on YouTube. It’s great isn’t it? I get these e-mails from my friends that say, “Hey check out this video, it made me think of you!” and you check it out and you’re like, “Yeah, that is pretty funny.” Then YouTube’s like, “Did you like this video? Why don’t you check this video?” And you’re like, “Well thank you YouTube, I did like that video.” And you click the next one and the next one and the next one and then oh my God, it’s Tuesday, how did this happen?!  - Pete Zedlacher

Story of my life right there. I have lost so many precious and dear to me hours due to the wonderful land of YouTube. In fact, a number of moments ago, I lost a good half an hour due to some epic music videos that were being displayed on the home page of YouTube.

            What was I talking about? 

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Hope you enjoyed it, when I wrote how I lost a good half an hour to YouTube, I actually meant two hours, but I didn't want to look like an addict. I guess that's all out now. :P

The Next Billy Bishop of Birds

So, today's entry is kinda random, but I figured that I should post it for a chuckle. 

Well, the other day I was driving in the car with my family after a trip to some stores in Kingston, when we started to drive onto the highway. Now, all that day, my younger siblings had been sick and snotting all over each other and themselves. Being a germaphobe and sitting next to both kids, I was trapped in my own private (and ironic) hell. We had the sunroof open and I was enjoying the nice breeze and the warmth of the sun on my face when I heard a splat and felt something gross land on my face and hair. I turned to the one closest to myself and told them calmly (or so I'd like to think, I think I was closer to a near hysteria) to cover their mouths when they sneeze, when I realized that the mark on my jacket (also a target to whatever hit me in the face) was a light brown and white colour. Horrified, I looked at my mom in the front seat, who had turned to see what all the yelling was about, when her face changed from confusion to hilarity in a matter of seconds. Dear God, why did I have to be crapped on by one of your feathered friends? Better yet, how in the hell did a sparrow the size of my thumb manage to dump a load through a sunroof, into a car, into the backseat of the car, while driving at 120 kilometers per hour no less?? That bird's got some hell of a strategy. 

So, on the verge of crying from humiliation, germs and irony, I had to let out a laugh. It drives me nuts when this happens to me, because I was actually mad. Of course by now, the entire car has discovered what's happened, and everyone's laughing. Mom was crying while I sat in a somewhat picturesque pose in the backseat; my lip quivering while the tears were brimming. It was then that I thought of a quote I had heard sometime ago and I could not help but to laugh. 

Shit happens. 

Whoever wrote this was not kidding. I wondered how they came about the phrase. Had they too been hit by an oncoming load of poop? Or had they stepped in a pile of cow patty while on a midnight venture of cow-tipping?

My point today, dear friends, is that shit happens. It's a part of life, how you choose to deal with the pile of crap stuck to your shoe or cemented into your hair, is entirely your choice. Myself? I went home, washed my hair and changed my shirt before going to a family gathering and getting even dirtier.