listening to: Jazz of some sort
I have half a thought to update my blog more often. I used to do this all the time. I seem to have run low on ideas.
T'was the night before Chirstmas and all through York poeple were getting drunk and talking to homosexuals.
I'm at york university at the moment with my sis. S'all good. I'm starting ot get really tierd and all that; jazz music isn't helping. I like the mello-ness of it all. It just puts me the mood for writing on, and on, and on. I met some intereting poeple today. I wasn't allowed to drink so I pumped myself up on Arush and music.
1:30 am and all is quiet. My sis is sleeping in the bed next to me breathing peacfuly while I listen to Ella belt away with a sax soloist in unison and counter unison to her. The piano is also very nice. Everything quiet all around me. Like all that is, is just quiet. I can't even hear the trafic outside. It's quiet enough to wonder if there is any atall.
Met a girl with nice hair. Met a guy who likes jazz. Met a guy who works for a watch company. Met a guy who has a legitimate reason. Met a girl who knows alot about somthing. Met another girl who was very pretty. Met a guy who doesn't really know what to make of all of it.
This place is a little different fomr all the other places I've been to.
One: there aren't so many dumb poeple around
Two: the people here seem to get along rather well with each other.
Three: If they all don't agree they settle thier disputes with a resonable argument and not a physical confrontation. The one with the better idea will win that one. Or the person who has nothing to lose.
"Never contend with a person who has nothing to lose because no matter what they
will win."
"The difference between a dream and a goal is action."
"Dreamers will be clothed in rags."
Thinking about today, and yesterday, and all the days that just go away. One will never have the moment back and will usually not get a second chance to do somthing. So try to make the most of your time.
As for the title, the title is a few random words that could be taken out of my experience today. T'was a fun day. I might write a poem later.
Manual- to do yourself with your hands
Lavender- A gay guy gave me some fashion tips and it was extremly eduacational. I have little to no fashion sence. He told me I would look good in a purple and dark blue jeans.
Junk- junk is what is written here. There isn't really a message to all this like there usually is. It's just some rambling I've done in my spare time. I've had too much beverage to be sleepy but I am anyway.
I miss Jodi and the tennisee-ers.
I miss alex too. She's cool.
I'm still day dreaming about the girl far away.
I'm to tierd to continue on like this forever and ever so I will bid the adue and hope it satisfies your thirst for some of my writing.
-Have faith: Accultus