Aisle 6: Bargin Bin Insanity
POPtArTS OF DOOM AND DESSEMATION!!!!!
Originality is slowly being killed off.
I still dislike yuppie preppy kids.
I would like a baggel.
I'm going to start something soon.
Monday, December 26
Monday, December 19
Aisle 8
Aisle 8: Candy Aisle
Sitting on my bed listening to Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs part 1. I'm in this, not a funk, but something like it. I'm not unhappy, or upset. I'm not frustrated, I'm lonely? I don't know. I'm at odds with myself, that's for sure.
There's a girl I've been friends with for several years that, because of a few dumb moves on my part, I no longer have in my life. It's kind of messing with my head. On the one hand part of me is eager to go out and win this girl over, sweep her off her feet and do the whole awesome boyfriend thing to her. On the other hand (the dominant hand) I'm kind of fine that we aren't talking. It's not that I don't miss her, I do, it's more of I'm just tired of having dramatic shit in my life. I am tired of having to be the one who's going to fight. So I figure I'll just say fuck it and let her do what she wants. In a way I have given her an easy out. I mean she doesn't have to deal with the temptation to ditch her boyfriend and date me, nor does she have to make any decision, which never seemed her strong point.
So it's a bitter good that it ended this way. Good for her, as she still has her boyfriend and doesn't have me to cause any strife in her life; good for me, as I don't have to lose my mind trying to win her over; it's also bad for the two of us as we were really close. It was a weird close too. Not the normal dating close, but not the pseudo-sibbling close either. It was nice. But all things end eventually, this one just prematurely.
In any case the combination of the situation and the Magnetic Fields' warped lyrics my mind drifts towards those little heart candies you get around valentines day, the ones with the little slogans of love on them. "Love Me" "Hugs" "Bea Arthur Was Here" all that sort of stuff. They taste like chalk, they are tacky and cheap, but there is something about them that warms the heart.
Don't worry though, this blog is not going the way of the love sick fool. I've just been thinking alot about past relationships and this current thing I was briefly in. In another time I would have been really broken up about this. Yeah I'm bummed out but I'm not desperately trying to fix the situation by crying and begging. I made a mix cd but that got lost in the mail thankfully. I feel like I'm at an impass in general. I'm blocked on all sides by negative crap. I just need to pull myself up and dust myself off. Which I will be doing soonish. Just need some time to be myself.
Sitting on my bed listening to Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs part 1. I'm in this, not a funk, but something like it. I'm not unhappy, or upset. I'm not frustrated, I'm lonely? I don't know. I'm at odds with myself, that's for sure.
There's a girl I've been friends with for several years that, because of a few dumb moves on my part, I no longer have in my life. It's kind of messing with my head. On the one hand part of me is eager to go out and win this girl over, sweep her off her feet and do the whole awesome boyfriend thing to her. On the other hand (the dominant hand) I'm kind of fine that we aren't talking. It's not that I don't miss her, I do, it's more of I'm just tired of having dramatic shit in my life. I am tired of having to be the one who's going to fight. So I figure I'll just say fuck it and let her do what she wants. In a way I have given her an easy out. I mean she doesn't have to deal with the temptation to ditch her boyfriend and date me, nor does she have to make any decision, which never seemed her strong point.
So it's a bitter good that it ended this way. Good for her, as she still has her boyfriend and doesn't have me to cause any strife in her life; good for me, as I don't have to lose my mind trying to win her over; it's also bad for the two of us as we were really close. It was a weird close too. Not the normal dating close, but not the pseudo-sibbling close either. It was nice. But all things end eventually, this one just prematurely.
In any case the combination of the situation and the Magnetic Fields' warped lyrics my mind drifts towards those little heart candies you get around valentines day, the ones with the little slogans of love on them. "Love Me" "Hugs" "Bea Arthur Was Here" all that sort of stuff. They taste like chalk, they are tacky and cheap, but there is something about them that warms the heart.
Don't worry though, this blog is not going the way of the love sick fool. I've just been thinking alot about past relationships and this current thing I was briefly in. In another time I would have been really broken up about this. Yeah I'm bummed out but I'm not desperately trying to fix the situation by crying and begging. I made a mix cd but that got lost in the mail thankfully. I feel like I'm at an impass in general. I'm blocked on all sides by negative crap. I just need to pull myself up and dust myself off. Which I will be doing soonish. Just need some time to be myself.
Thursday, December 15
Aisle 15
Aisle 15: The Lost Aisle of the Abdura Islands
Day 3: It has been three days since we have washed ashore on this island. The morale of the crew is surprisingly high, considering our situation. We hope to be rescued within a forthnight, possibly sooner if a passing ship notices the beacons we have set up. As for the possibilty of reparing the ship, it is highly improbable. The hull of the ship has taken massive damage, it is a wonder that we even managed to land on this beach given the condition of the vessel.
I have started interviewing the crew as to what they believe to be the cause of our nautical mishap. No one seems to be certain. Miss Susan Weathersbea believes she saw a large shap ris out of the tempest we found ourselves caught in, however she has been in a state of hysterics ever since that night and the ships Doctor Kayleb McDuff has assured me she is delusional. This is slightly comforting for recently she has been having night terrors, constantly screaming about creatures in the woods. If one did not know she was delusional it would be easy to believe her rantings. Shame for such a sweet girl to lose her mind.
As for animals we have yet to find any in the forrests that cover the island. Though truth be told we have only managed to explore a small fragment of the island. I think tomorrow we might launch a more extensive expedition as our current food supply is limited. By my calculations we have enough food and supplies to last us a little more than a forthnight. But as I have already stated we should be rescued by then.
I must retire now as the night is growing on and I would like to get a few decent hours of sleep before Miss Weathersbea starts up with her night terrors.
Day 3: It has been three days since we have washed ashore on this island. The morale of the crew is surprisingly high, considering our situation. We hope to be rescued within a forthnight, possibly sooner if a passing ship notices the beacons we have set up. As for the possibilty of reparing the ship, it is highly improbable. The hull of the ship has taken massive damage, it is a wonder that we even managed to land on this beach given the condition of the vessel.
I have started interviewing the crew as to what they believe to be the cause of our nautical mishap. No one seems to be certain. Miss Susan Weathersbea believes she saw a large shap ris out of the tempest we found ourselves caught in, however she has been in a state of hysterics ever since that night and the ships Doctor Kayleb McDuff has assured me she is delusional. This is slightly comforting for recently she has been having night terrors, constantly screaming about creatures in the woods. If one did not know she was delusional it would be easy to believe her rantings. Shame for such a sweet girl to lose her mind.
As for animals we have yet to find any in the forrests that cover the island. Though truth be told we have only managed to explore a small fragment of the island. I think tomorrow we might launch a more extensive expedition as our current food supply is limited. By my calculations we have enough food and supplies to last us a little more than a forthnight. But as I have already stated we should be rescued by then.
I must retire now as the night is growing on and I would like to get a few decent hours of sleep before Miss Weathersbea starts up with her night terrors.
Wednesday, December 14
Aisle 9
Aisle 9: Poptarts and Apple Sauce
Well after forgetting that I have this blog for a few months I return! So what's happened these past few months. Lots. Lots and lots. But that is neither here nor there. That was a few months ago.
Let me just say that if I could make a coat it would be fashioned out of poptarts and apple sauce. it would be a tastey coat.
This shall be a tiny post as I have mucho del writing to do.
Well after forgetting that I have this blog for a few months I return! So what's happened these past few months. Lots. Lots and lots. But that is neither here nor there. That was a few months ago.
Let me just say that if I could make a coat it would be fashioned out of poptarts and apple sauce. it would be a tastey coat.
This shall be a tiny post as I have mucho del writing to do.
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