a day in the life

And in the end, the love you take…

abbeyroad623 — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 01:36:31 +0000

is equal to the love. . . .

i was talking to my cousin who is a writer in New York City. We had a short conversation about how now, thanks to the internet, things have become next to immortal. Think about it, blogs? If this crazy world doesn’t change too much, your grandkids might be “Googling” and finding your exact words. Myspaces? whoa. better delete those before your kids get the impression that their parents were perfect. Pretty amazing how years from now you just might be able to go back and look at your past, through the eyes of a computer (if thats what it will still be called….) screen, see stories, posts, pictures, and think….whoa. Never thought i’d go back there.

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all in all, its been fun, and its been a year. Good stuff, good memories. Im thinking of starting some new ones. It was a good run on this “blog” {experiment}.

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Canadian Friend: happy new year’s eve
Me: thanks, you too
Canadian Friend: don’t you guys drop a ball on Times square or something?
Me: yeah, something like that.

…….you make.

living is easy with eyes closed

abbeyroad623 — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 01:07:20 +0000

One of my friends recently vacationed in Lancaster, PA. (aka) Amish Country. The whole thing weirdly fascinates me, them Amish. Having been in situations where i even feel that i’m way too sheltered, looking at the way the Amish girls dress, their transportation…or lackthereof, I’m trying to figure out, as a friend said, if i respected them or just thought they were utterly rediculous. I guess it saves the problem of any vice of female self consciousness creeping in, wearing make up isn’t expected at all. Its amazing how “out there” their ways are to the average American. To not give a shit about Britney Spears, and…to not be judged on how much skin you are not showing….ps. gas prices never alter. But at the same time, using real toilets might come in handy once in a while, and i dont know for sure, but i think i love the telephone…or skip that, i guess i mean, cell phone nowa’days. They seem really intouch with humanity, and it seems thats what they are going for. They’re oddly enough populating without any problem. One of those, leave it alone and it will reside without need of aid. Sounds good for them….?

Contents may be Hot

abbeyroad623 — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 17:21:02 +0000

The Christmas yuletide is officially over. Not according to the Church Calandar, or the sale marks at JC Pennys, or the clearance aisle at CVS. Not even according to the cheesy christmas ABC family tv movies that air, or Delilah and her save-the-world-with-feel-good-music.
No, you know Christmas is officially over when…Starbucks goes back to using their trendy white trademark cardboard cups that everyone knows too well. Its ended. One morning, you step inside for your usual non fat mocha skim caffinated no sugar organic african bean starbucks original coffee latte….and poof. Instead of the red cheery holiday love in a 16 oz, you get that traditional well known, inscripted on the side, (which, as you know, i personally enjoy reading) white and green wake up call. The cup that implies “ordinary time”. See you next year Christmas…i need another Latte.

scene it

abbeyroad623 — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 17:03:49 +0000

If you read my post about the Creative Writing seminar i went to, this feeds off of it.
So, my dad and i have this running bet kinda worth no cash, of who can write the better story surrounding a theme.

The running image? : a diamond necklace sitting on a (pub) bar counter.

yeah. lets toy with this a little bit.

ill get back to you.

not gonna write you a love song

abbeyroad623 — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 19:51:40 +0000

She said that she wasnt gonna write you a love song, and she didnt….she wrote a love album. I’m not really sure how i stumbled upon this young artist, but with her jazzy voice and catchy lyrics Im pretty glad i did. Sara Bareilles has a single out, maybe youve heard it, called Love Song? She petit, has light brown hair, attended to UCLA, loves touring and wears Chucks… oh and plays pretty hot piano. Vocally, she reminds me of a jazzy KT Turnstall, or even Fiona Apple, but personally, a little more Bonnie Rait-minus the guitar, add the piano – influanced. Making it to top 10 on iTunes, her release called “Little Voice” of 12 tracks is a mix of ballads and uptempo catchy melodies….most probably hidden in the “B” section of Barnes & Noble. Its worth the search. Again, vocally, shes distinct~ like one of those “either you love her or you hate her” kinda things. And if youre driving alone, prime road trip material in my opinion. But, give her a try if youre looking for a good cd {to add props, at present, she’s on tour with Marooon Five} I think we can say that rarely do good ones like this come out.

♥ im not gonna write you a love song cus you asked for it
cus you need one, you see ♥
♥ im not gonna write you a love song cus you tell me its
make or break in this if youre on your way ♥
♥ im not gonna write you to stay
if all you have is leaving, ima need a better reason to write you a love song ♥
♥ today.

bad news never had good timing.

abbeyroad623 — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 06:09:21 +0000

Once again, i think i have really bad timing. So once again, i’ll start over. And once again, not think about my horrible, horrible luck.

in and out the side

abbeyroad623 — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 01:51:35 +0000

Got through first semester. Without getting plastered, or spending my entire debit card on cigarettes. For all those who say its impossible, i guess im living proof. And no i didnt get nerd-like perfect grades, nor did i have a lack of friends by the end. College is frequently under rated, but Not for the reasons shown on Greek . i have no idea why someone wouldnt want to go. But its not for everyone, i guess, or so ive heard. For once, i love where i am in life. love.

Recently i went to a Creative Writing reading by the Creative Writing class at school. The students were given two scenes: a missing brick from a wall or window, or a rose on the floor of Union Station. They were told to chose one, then create a story surrounding one of the two elements. One boy read his particular story.

It was about a young kid who lived with his widowed mother, and the boy was extremely sheltered. She taught him everything, informed him of facts. “Cold Hard Facts.” But nothing else. THe boy was never allowed to go outside, except for a study break, and never was allowed to venture further than his own backyard, surrounded by a brick wall the mother had had built. One day the boy noticed a loose brick, and thought, today would be the day he saw the unknown. He slipped the brick out from its setting, and peeked outside: only to look out into the world, and find another brick wall. Another brick wall, which his mother had built.

I feel this happens to some all their life and to all for at least some of thier lives. The second brick wall, to those unlucky, who try and try to get out of where they are, only to find another barrier. It was a brilliant story. Or maybe i just noticed an underlying meaning, if the college junior even intended one.

everlasting man

abbeyroad623 — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 04:11:15 +0000

“The simplest truth about man is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere growth of this one. He has an unfair advantage and an unfair disadvantage. He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of the universe different from the universe itself.”

beautiful words of G.K. Chesterton.

Martha my dear you have always been my inspiration

abbeyroad623 — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:15:49 +0000

Its almost been a year since i started this thing. In almost another month, i will have been disturbing other people with thoughts, ideas, stories and theories which im sure confused them into bitter disarray. a whole year . And im not really proud to say that ive written less and less since January…and too, that the popularity of reading whatever it is that ive been writing has dropped to an incredibly low number. But i think in a way this thing is selfish for me. Im an extremely visual person. I need to see what im doing, what im learning. Writing has sickly enough become almost a therapy in which i take comfort in knowing that although what i put down may never be perfect, theres the thought that next time it can always be re-done. Altered. Revised. Changed. Elaborated…so that ill always have a second chance to improve. Limiting myself to whatever i do and do not want the world to see…. though, as prieviously stated, “this world” really doesnt give a shit whether “a day in the life” has another profound and confusing tag about jumping in puddles, or another story about her italian family. And thats perfectly ok with me. Because, as im sure others can agree with me…..therapy.

if only for a day

abbeyroad623 — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 00:53:45 +0000

Just a question, because im worndering if this kinda thing happens to anyone else in the world. Have you ever met someone for a day or two, and connected with them in such a way that you dont even think of the time being limited? It always becomes awkward when you part, because you dont know eachother enough to know what the other person is thinking, but you know well enough that there was come sort of connection. SO you just let it slip by. like that, and wonder for the next week or two…shit. maybe that was an out. or some sort of leeway. What the hell was i thinking and why the hell was i even thinking, it was an unspoken mind whim that definately spurred from the moment. And its all in your head, because like a typical, over-thinker, nothing physcial took place. In conclusion, always followed by that “what if” game.

And it blows my mind how stupid and unlucky i can get.