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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:56:17 GMT

every second. every tick of the tall clock.

every measurement we create to calculate, to limit, to define our time spent.

our time kept, our time given, our time created, our time wasted.

we are only limited by our own seconds, by the very seconds we choose to count.

one. two. three. three. three. three. three.

can we chose to be stuck in our own time?

to claim our own second? to make each second our first?

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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 04:08:53 GMT

i want a hippo.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:01:38 GMT

dance dance in the morning light, open your darkened eyes.
hey! hey! is a beautiful day. it'll be ok, it'll be ok.

o------------------o

*hhhuuuuggzzz!*

Friday, August 29, 2008

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 02:04:52 GMT

n e wayssssssss...
school started! the first week is just about over and i have to admit i'm a bit intimidated, but school is school so i'll just move forward.
OHHH!! so for my english class the topic was beauty and the teach asked what we think is beautiful. What do you think is beautiful? I said the sunrise is beautiful, because it is. I also think that looking up through the leaves of a tree towards the sun is beautiful.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:58:00 GMT

i liked this movie!

Parallel
Synchronized
Rrandomness

dreams and reality, reality and dreams, real dreams, dreaming reality.
misunderstood creativity, over active imaginations, brilliantly disfunctional.

watch it! if you can, and you probably can't.

UNTIED SHOES

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:50:40 GMT

my shoes are untied and i keep tripping.
but loose ends never tie themselves.
i can stop wearing the shoes.
but the laces still aren't tied.
i can make a pretty bow.
but it could always unwind.
or i can just keep tripping.
i can try to ignore it.
but the fact is it's still undone.
i can't walk.
i can't move.
i'm stuck with untied shoes.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:47:55 GMT

LOVE NOIR

by:Sean Christopher

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 07:32:09 GMT

i'm bored and i have a stupid narrative due on monday. it's suppose to be 3 pages max but by the looks of the info and expectations of the assignment, disreguard the length, it would take about 6-8 pages to get my point across... the worst part is that after i turn in this paper i will have to REVISE it. i swear.. sheer stupidity. i mean i get the whole process, but why not give us a little more advising and direction rather than playing figure skating routines from the stone age.. or ice age? gosh this is so frustrating.. ANYWAYSSSS.. i like reading old blogs that i didn't post for all of you peoples to seeee, it's not cause i'm bitching or ranting.. it's just thoughts on things that matter to me that seem too unlike me. does that make sense?? haha i dunno. i'm always bored.. i need something to put my time and energy to. suggestions?

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:08:48 GMT

YAY!!

i forgot what i was happy about..

let's jump up and down till we're out of breath :)

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:48:44 GMT

i've thought about it.. no one can really be seen. of course everyone has a face and a body, but that is not the person. the face is what you associate them with. in reality the person is much deeper than what is seen with the eyes. everyone is fleash and muscles, bones and tissue. everyone is the same in a small sense. the way a person looks is so deciving. expressions may not always match feelings. how confused we all must be. misunderstood, misread, misguided, misjudgment. sight is an illusion in itself. honesty cannot be seen. however, trust is a gift that we instill in those that we see, and hope encourages us, and expereince guides us. so i guess, we can make do with what we see after all.