Okay, so, I wasn't going to make this "my blog of pretty photos that no one gives a shit about" but...he's so cute...
Besides photography is art too.
Anyway other than that I'm just having one of those weeks that is accompanied by the nagging suspicion that god is secretly laughing at me...
So basiclly the week was overwhelmingly off
I'll just list it:
>Allergies. Man, WHAT THE HELL? I never had them before, all of the sudden its a full-on attack on my nose.
>Locked out for hours on Tuesday, didn't get in till 10
>Same day, roomate charmingly left a huge bag of garbage leaking all over the floor of the kitchen, mice everywhere.
>Roomate doesn't bother to say where she was when I was locked out from 6-10, I don't bother asking because apparently that's 'prying' and I don't deserve to know.
>Roomate also offers no apology for garbage mess. Instead says "I too it out from the can and put it in a bigger bag than the one you used."
>I discover a cockroach in the kitchen. Possible reasons? Constant dishes in the sink that roomate says she'll get to "Eventually, ok? Not today! Not tomorrow! But it will get done, you have no patience!" Or the open candy left on her floor.
>Smoke alarms battery starts to die at 3am, beeping is constant and irritating
>Roomate complains that I turned on the door alarm and that it scared her. She went out thursday and came back friday, I assumed she wasn't coming back because she said she was leaving.
> Roomate basiclly hates me and treats me like the lowest worm beneath even her notice. I deal with booze.
And because I am in love with this site, I urge you all to take a virtual tour of Hell. Get to know the place, travel the circles. Figure out where you're going. I'm pretty sure I'm going to Caina.
Labels: Loki
posted by Caitlin at 8:14 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like a rough week indeed, I like the photo of Loki though. In the interest of science, I'm curious if drunken art works, if you do stick to your plans this weekend you should try it :)
Hope you feel better and best of luck with things!
In life you just collect more memories and scars. Perception and change paint a terribly strange picture, A puzzle wherein every piece fits with one-another. Each image as hard and easy to ponder of as the last. We've spent parts of our lives as simple people, And parts so ludicrously lost in thought and experience...But I can see the same hazy look in everyones eyes.
We're all seeking absolution through simplification. Set a goal, Achieve it. Get in as much pleasure and as much experience as your little body can handle before you're swallowed by the ravages of time and death.
Simple people live. Smart people question.
The time we spent in one-another's lives just becomes more and more blurry with time. Just like the many people I've met and forgot about before that.
Sometimes I have just a moment when I think of you, And wonder if you're ever thinking about me. Our paths ran parallel to one another, But on two completely different tracks. I'm still far from the next turn on my journey, And even further from the end.
There's not enough words out there for me to say what I really want to say, Because the older I grow the more I realize I can't be simple. I stepped off into the deep end a long fucking time ago, And I've never wanted to look back.
Just stay complicated. When the dust settles, And todays memories are so faded they may as well be from a book, Don't ever stop questioning. Everything.
I don't even know how impact I may or may not have had on anything. Probably more and yet less that I'd hope. I'm lost right now, And it's leading me to find everyone is lost along with me.
We were always both artists I guess, I'll just never find medium.
How lame is it that I reply to your comment weeks after you wrote it? Super lame, I think.
I was so excited to hear from you. I miss you sometimes, when I think of Amherst and everything. You were truely a great friend to me and I was so sad when you dropped out of high school because I knew I wouldn't see you much. I thought you were brilliant, even if you didn't see it. It's sad that it's taken me this long to realise what a joke school is, it's just motions we go through to another part of life, but some people refuse to do them. I had hoped you'd find a way to say 'fuck you' to everyone in Amherst that thought you were unimportant or dumb or lazy.
And for finding your medium...I always thought you were more of a writer than anything, but one medium is never enough for any artist.
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