Hemmingway

I'm thinking about Hemmingway's death. He killed himself after saying that the drugs he was given for his depression took his memories away. He was a great writer because he wrote from experience. Tragic way of going it seems. Tragic in a beautiful way.

Good-night Mr. Hemmingway, I'm sorry to say you blew your brains out. And what a beautiful one you had indeed. Your mind was your only downfall and curse. It seems to me that we have something in common.

...?

This story does not have an end. It goes on forever without purpose or point. Many die along the way. Decaying as they do, the pictures they take will be long lost. Smile for the camera, we all want to remember who you were. Diseases takes over natural death. They struggled and fought for their lives, but as many efforts go, they were futile. Stories about their end lasted longer than they did. They distracted themselves to death. You see, their END was not THE END. Their arrogance caused them to be unaware that they were alone. Alone in their beliefs that they were the superior race. Many took their own lives, but some lasted until the end. They finally got to see the extent of the wounds they caused. TO BE ALONE AND AWAY FROM THE TRUE PICTURE, THAT CANNOT BE TAKEN BY A CAMERA AS EVERYONE FAKES A SMILE. THEY WANT TO BE REMEMBERED AS A HAPPY PERSON WHO DID NOT THINK THESE THOUGHTS ABOUT THEIR END. I AM THE PHOTOGRAPHER. I AM NOT SMILING

Bipolar....the Creative Disease?

I believe this to be true in most cases. Artists analyze every part of their human mind. In the end they can see everything. Knowledge is not technically power when you learn to hate those who walk day to day without a single thought flying through their minds. They are not alone. We are alone in our own little worlds. We see what they chose not to. We feel the hurt of their ignorance and incompetence when those who bare it pass us by. We lie down and stare up at the sky and describe it in beautiful words to whose who cannot see. They look straight ahead, at the future and refuse to see an end. We tell them that there is, this they ignore. We see the light and the dark and we explore the good and the evil, we learn to love one or the other a little more as they travel the gray. In the end it is us who die lonely and afraid as we put shotguns to our heads. And they die with love around their death beds. We suffer so they can occasionally pick up our hearts and tear through them sucking the life from our words, our memories. We accept the pain it takes to keep our eyes open to make up for the fact that they are blind. You see, the world wants everything to be equal. With life comes death, with knowledge comes ignorance, with healing comes pain, but in the earth we are all the same.

The Movies and My BIG Mistake!

Well, yesterday I went after school to try and go see the Sex and the City movie, but surprise surprise it was sold out. Instead my friends and I saw Iron Man which was AWESOME! I could only enjoy my time out for a short while until I got home and realized that I didn't call my parents to tell them that I had gone to the movies... I'm sooooo stupid. But, the truth is, I thought that they would not have cared since they were in Niagra Falls over night. That's where everything went wrong because they called the house and I wasn't there. So, they came home panicked instead of staying over night in Niagra... I guess I was also angry because they seemed to have the time to fit in a strangers wedding and my brother's baseball but, couldn't even drop me off at a friends house. I completey regret it now and know that I have to tell my parents where I am going at all times. But, the funny thing is that instead of grounding me and kcking my ass, my parents are going to buy me a cell-phone. I love them for that (not the phone part, them not kicking my ass part...)

Christian Bale

He's sexy

That's all I have to say about that!

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WHAT THE F***? <--- (Says: FUCK)

The two largest posers have united! The world of originality has ended. But, I guess they had to find each other eventually. All that I'm wondering is if she did the hoedown at the wedding. Thanks for ruining Saturday Night Live BITCH... What ever happened to opposites attract? The weird thing is that I usually like artists who write their own music, but in Ashlee Simpson's case, please have someone write the music for you and while their at it.. they can sing it too. (The same goes for you Avril! No one will want to be your girlfriend when you are hoping about and yelling at them like you were five. That would be pedophilia.) Maybe they'll kill each other in a month or so. That would be killing two unoriginal birds with one stone. NICE!



- Is it just me or does she look like Janet Jackson? Because she so has had a nose job...

Matthew Good Concert

I am hoping that I will go to the Matthew Good Concert in Kitchener, but I can't seem to find the time to order tickets... I'm a disgrace to all Matthew Good fans. Plus, I've read that he is probably not renewing his contract with his label, which means that he will go into "hibernation". But, this could be rumor (I desperately hope it is...). I've become addicted to his book AT LAST THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO SAY all thanks to my cousin!

Sex and the City Movie!!!

I absolutely cannot wait until the SEX and the CITY movie comes out on May 30th!!! I just recently got addicted to it and then it ended. Now I can get my fill again. I don't even care if it sucks, as long as it's there to watch.

Speaking of movies...Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was on the t.v yesterday and I would just like to point out that the main girl was so pathetic. When the evil dude came at her mouth with his hands, she screamed. I would have bit his finger off. Like come on. Why in the hell did Indiana bring her anyway? She was just dead weight and couldn't even run away from her captures. Now Shorty, he knew crazy kung-foo and how old was he? Like four? And he knew how to escape his chains, stop people from being possessed, saved Indiana's ass, beat up the crazy voodoo kid, freed the slaves, steered the mine cart, and whipped some guy's ass...literally... Now, is it too much to ask for a little bite of the evil guy's hand? Like what is the worst thing that screaming can do? Maybe he will have to go to therapy for a few years, whatever. Not having a finger is permanent, especially if she had swallowed it.

Einstein's Opinion Revealed

Renowned scientist Albert Einstein dismissed the Bible as a collection of “pretty childish” legends and belief in God as a “product of human weaknesses,” according to a letter to be auctioned this week.

My comments:

I was not surprised to hear this since, Einstein had a brilliant mind that could come to its own conclusions about life. If your choice is the bible, after obvious consideration, then great. But, as an atheist or a non-believer I can see that the bible started as a good idea, but was taken too literally. A book that passed on the story of a man who did great things. The people who wrote it probably had no idea that others would eventually criticize it. But, most religions are outdated and overly worshiped to a dangerous extent. The rules were designed to maintain control over a vast number of people, to make sure that morals were being passed on and that if you did bad things then you would burn in Hell for all eternity. The fact is that some take religion too seriously and need to realize that God was created in a book, he is not the creator. Have you ever wondered why God only existed once "man" started to walk on the earth or why is it that other animals do not have gods? Maybe they are smarter than us and God is just our way to easily control the outcome of the ever-changing world. We are just children trying to stop from growing up. Because you have to admit...there is nothing worse that realizing that all that you have been taught is a ploy to persuade a mast majority into following a God that does not exist. Religion is a last ditch measure used as a obstacle to prevent people's rights from being met. For example, where in the bible does it say to hate homosexuals, capture slaves, ostracize people who do not believe in god or devalue women. These problems are all the result of people looking too far into a religion that is based hundreds of years in the past. The bible is just a bunch of old mens' attempt to pass on their twisted beliefs to an easily persuaded future generation. And the sad part is that they have, but we are slowly but surely fighting back a ghost that refuses to leave. It's time for us to follow in Einstein's footstep and come to our own conclusions. It's time for us to think for ourselves.

States of Being

Heaven and hell are not places. They are states of being. We walk among you. You are blind. I hope, desperately that this is real. My words will be worth nothing otherwise. How foolish I have been. I've almost lost the fight. There is a boxing ring somewhere filling with my blood. You are rubbing salt in my wounds. My screams are mute. My mouth is closed. You are drinking my pain. Tastes good doesn't it?

Bedtime

The fact is...that you are never truly alone because everything you do will be based on someone else's ideas. It doesn't matter is you work yourself to death trying to be different. Your ideas will have been thought of by another person. You may deem it odd that I am writing at such a young age, but this time is incredibly important since I am very young, therefore ignorant. I cannot write about love or wisdom. I have yet to live. No, now is my time to ask questions. Later, I may find some answers, maybe I wont. Maybe I'll never give up searching. That's what kills us. We are all children 'til the end. Sticky and perverse children. It's your bedtime, in the morning things can be different, as long as you never open your eyes my love. Your barriers will crumble, these walls that have been built, by those you will never know and for a reason you cannot bare to comprehend. But I will let you in on a secret...

they were built to keep these very thoughts out. once they are in, there is no stopping them my dear.

Poems

Here's some weird poems that I wrote in one of my moods:

For the time being, I will be lost amongst you. You will forget.
Forget this life. Life not lived.
Lived without friends. Friends are only enemies in disguise.
Disguise their real self, stab me in the back.
Back to me and my mind. Mind you, it is worth nothing.
Nothing ends with nothing. Nothing lasts forever.
Forever when you are alone. Alone you are gone.
Gone away. Away, so far.
Far from where I am. Am I?
I am lost. Lost for the time being.

Sitting doing everything. Everything eventually ends.
Ends are the result of beginnings. Beginnings are where everything goes wrong.
Wrong again, child, wrong again. Again and again you scream.
Scream and it disappears. Disappears like your existence.
Existence is the state of being. Being alive.
Alive, like your fears. Fears are eating your inside out.
Out damned spot. Spot of your blood on the ground.
Ground floor and it's your stop.

"People who are fake scare me. People who are real scare me more."

My Pledge to Be Veg

I've recently become a vegetarian and it already is having an effect on my mood. I have noticed that I'm happier and bad days are getting less frequent. Yet, the vegetarian food and meat alternatives are very expensive and I'm beginning to feel guilty because my mom is paying for it all. This will probably be my "down fall" but I'm trying to put it behind me as long as I can. I realized that this "phase" in my life is mostly fueled my competition with my friend Adam since we both decided to go vegetarian at the same time. We had both seen the PETA documentary and were repulsed by the images. My mom tells me that they are extremists, but I cannot stay ignorant to the fact that no matter what these things are happening.

For example, number 5, Eight Belles' breakdown and euthanasia at the Kentucky Derby. It has put the spotlight back on an industry that puts speed and profit first and leaves the horses in last place. I was making cookies at the time in the kitchen and my Dad asked me to pick a horse to win. I remembered my experience at the racetrack when I was little, since I used to cry as I heard the horses being whipped while they ran by. I remembered it was like they were trying to run away but, they just could not seem to get anywhere. At first I told him zero, but after a while of annoyance I finally caved in and picked my favourite number. "Fine... I pick number five."

It was reported that the horse broke both its front ankles and was euthanized a short while after. But, what the hell right? At least it came in second...