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I want to fly away

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Monday, December 19, 2005

Someone after my own heart...

I didn't write this but man its what i want, now all i need is someone to go with me:


"run away with me.
I think we need to get away. Just you and I, somewhere far away from either of our "here"s. We both have been longing for human conact, a connection that simply can't be brought about through phone lines and computer systems. We need the time away from the things that we do on such a regular basis: the e-mail, the phone calls, the fax this, fax that routine. There should be no applications between us, just air -- clean and crisp -- that floats and sways invisibly around us.

Let's pretend we have no responsibilities and actually postpone them for a few days. Let's hide for a bit from the evils of the world. Let's run away and pretend we're the only ones that matter.

We'll walk and nap and sleep and dream. We can tell stories and talk about the funny foot-patterns left in freshly vacuumed carpet. I'd love to hear stories from your childhood -- you know, the ones about the aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. I want to hear about your favorite memory. And I'll tell you about mine. It's about sharing.

I'll cook. (And if that doesn't convince you to steal away with me for a while, I don't know what will.) I'll even try something new. You name it. It'll be the best you've ever had.

Neither of us will have to write all weekend, nor answer the telephone. We can unplug it. It will be grand. We might attain perfect silence, at least for a second. I won't bring a laptop if you won't.

Let's go to the woods, where the air is crisp and cool. The city-life has dulled our senses and sped up our routines. We'll get a cabin. I'll take the couch and you can have the bed. It's got a down comforter, I'm sure.

And if the nights are cold, we can light a fire in the fireplace and drink ourselves silly. We can dance and spin and twirl around the room, if you'd like. And then we can pass out with smiles on our faces.

We'll curl up in each other's arms and be happy that we have someone to curl up with. We'll remember what it feels like to be truly alive.

We don't have to be in love to do this. All we need is the desire to connect and the desire to get away.

So, what's stopping us?"

What's stopping me? Nobody seems to understand, plus, nobody will let me get far enough away. I've had enough of "here" i need some space. Anybody want to run away with me?

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Quick question....

Christmas party, umm, well if i can go, i'll be late is that ok? and if i do go, the person who i'm buying fer' probably wont have their present since it hasn't come yet, that ok too?

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Time is relative....

Gaz, have you completed your plans on creating a time machine yet? I don't suppose you've discovered a way of making energy by chance have you? Well if you do some time soon, could i borrow it for a bit?
I've been thinking, wasn't it all just so much easier when all we had to do was a bit of coursework? Just had to put up with Dr. Lewis for an hour a day and then spend the rest of our time playing cards and cutting out snowflakes?
I remember the old times, how things used to be (i sound like an old man!) "when i wasa lad, we used to have to walk fifteen miles to school, in the rain and the snow, wi' no shoes, then, go t'work fer eighteen hours and had to pay mill' owner sixpence ha'penny fer privelidge of workin' in t'mill.. .." (works best wia' yorkshire accent)
Oh man, i should really stop dreaming, i do it all the time, i try and find outlets for my wandering mind, music, writing songs, writing a book (its really bad!) never works though, anyway, point is, i'm kinda ill today, came home early from work and everything so wont be going t' pub, sorry.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Group Work

Doesn't Work!!
We have a presentation to give tomorrow, has to be done in pairs, but, as per usual, nobody wanted to go with me and there's an odd number of people in the class. So i was left on my own and had to make up a three, much to the annoyance of the other two who have decided to take it upon themselves to let me get on and do the work while they just sit back and prat about. So last week, since my other attempts had never succeeded, i asked if they would both want to come to my room and go over the work so far and give it a runthrough "yea sure" they said, "we'll be there at half one" well half one came, and they didn't. An hour and a half later they both fell into my room (literally) both completely off their faces drunk but still determined to finish off the work, yea right! so after they'd pulled my photo's off the wall, sat on and scratched my guitar, trod on my printer and generally messed up my room they left, leaving me to do it again. They said they'd come back today to do the work and, well they did, over an hour late again, and brought some friends with them, so instead of doing work they sat and talked to them. So here i am again, being taken advantage of and shown up because i've not been able to do what i wanted to or know anything about so the work reflects nothing of me or my ability its just all going to suck so bad, i hate it, why does this always happen? it ALways used to be the same and now its happening all over again, i've been pushed into that corner again, i've already been labelled the quiet one in the class, the one who nobody wants to talk to or work with, all the mature students feel sorry for me and try and come and talk to me but you can tell because its only out of pitty, they don't really want to talk to me, i'd rather they left me alone instead of being false with me. We did a psychometrc test last week, determining our personality types and that didn't help, my results made me the most boring person in the class, the lowest of the minority, now thats all that everybody knows of me, just when i thought i was comfortable where i was, i don't know anymore.