Trashy Trash
Posted June 17, 2008
Trashy Trash I am not sure what is about to spew from the tips of my fingers, through the keys and gently placed upon this screen...but I am in a journalistic sort of mood per say. I have become vaugely in tune with myself at the moment. Yes, I just watched Mallrats. That really doesn't have anything to do with my tune-age but I really love that movie. If I were to walk for as long as I possibly could without water, and or food, or music...But just the sound of human species interacting, and quite possibly my own voice be it thinking aloud, or singing a song to keep me a-going, where would I end up? Would I be in a state of peace or happiness? Would I be disappointed? Dead? Liberated? Captured...by a man, a tree, the wind..an army? I think that I want to do it Forrest Gump style minus the running aspect, which really, the running makes that moiety in the movie pretty epic and meaningful...But I would walk, simply because I felt the need to. Will you really know me for as long as I could imagine? What kind of people will find me attractive? Not just physically, but personally and mentally.. I have discovered habitually that I am fairly and or completely deranged, estranged, and a rearranging could do me some justice. I miss the hero part of my father. I miss his complete 90's esc and stuck-in-those-times-eternally lifestyle. He is the complete definition of 90's wasted youth. And I would fit right in.Do mood rings really work, and if so, why the hell does purple have to mean you are horny? Ornery. That is I. I think that if a drum set could lay me, I would let it happen. Drummers get not nearly enough recognition, I think. I mean seriously, the bass to the entire compilation of sounds conveniently constructed into and orgasmic array of melody, lyrics, and emotion? Nothing like it. Save a drum, bang a drummer right? I wish I wasn't afraid to be de-flowered the right way, sometimes..I mean getting fucked in the backseat of someone's vehicle isn't nessecarily the "right way," but it certainly beats getting raped., and nevertheless, you lose your virginity and in a willing fashion. How's that for being blunt? I am sure that by now you are utterly fed up with my endlessly and incorrectly linked questions and issues. I have a spontaneous nature when it comes to thinking terms. Intellectual. That is I. It is quite amusing how much I know about myself and how much I have yet to learn. As well as knowing some shit about myself, and still continuing to backslide from resolving issues and flaws. It is inevitable, I suppose. I have no idea how to describe myself. I am constantly wondering what people think of me, what they perceive and what in the Sam Hell I portray in their eyes. Ironically and altogether, I would never change who ever it is I am for anyone. is running with scissors really that big of a deal? I mean, if there isn't anyone around, who can you harm? And if you are thinking, "...well silly, you could fall on them and ultimately hurt yourself," I will retort by mentioning that if one is dumb enough to run with scissors with the possibility of falling and hurting themselves, does it really matter? I mean obviously, they do not give a fuck. And what if the 8-ball is right? What if what is bestows to you are the correct answers to your undying questions that one would ask the magic 8-ball? I don;t know about you but I think that the questions I ask to my 8-ball are relevant. For example, does this eyeliner work for my eyes? "Without a doubt." Is this coffee beverage worth recieving the bad-coffee-aftertaste? "Yes." Will this strangely attractive fella ask me out soon? "Reply hazy. Ask again later." ...To hell with you, magic 8-ball :| I pray that people will understand my state of mind. Actually, I do not. I am who I am and most people cannot relate. I suppose I will just have to deal. Most of the populationis clueless and idiotic. This is why I resort to writing and talking to my cat. Sometimes I converse with the sky. I wish I were apart of her. The sky has infinite beauty and I seem to get lost in it frequently. Some of these words are personal. And none of it is insignificant. Some of you may find out a few new things you never knew of me if you take anytime at all to read between the lines. Most of you will read this and discover that your vocabulary is elementary. Plently of you will rummage across my words and thoughts out of sheer boredom and not give two shits about what I am blogging. But I do love roller coasters. I enjoy long walks on the beach. Cigarettes pass the time. I do not have any real friends. Surely you can't be serious. I am serious, and don't call me Shirley. Sobe's Green Tea is quite thrist-quenching and I suggest giving it a shot. And I am entirely and not so much interested in your response that might have heart or might take you a whole two minutes to conjure up. Close your eyes and see the sky is falling. Love and Loathe, Christina Elena Rodriguez.
