“The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.”
– Saint Jerome
[papyrus view]
This is one of my favorite quotes…
One of my friends thought I added the paper in after the fact -no. I took this picture through torn paper and edited exposure of the paper to bring it’s texture out.
The Post Office is great
Or they are terrible and just want excuses to charge more money for a service that is old and antiquated. What set me off today? “Snail mail: postcard lands 50 years later” @ Reuters.
A Swedish postcard bearing a lottery number arrived 50 years after being sent to a retirement home on the Baltic island of Gotland.
– – STOCKHOLM [Reuters]
Oh yea, they are on top of things…
It is about that time
For my high school 10 year reunion. Wow…it’s been 10 years since I was trapped in the hell some people call the best time of their life. Okay it wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t hell…all the time.
It looks like it will cost $80 to see some old friends, have drinks and reminisce about the good times past; or for some of us (my friends and I who have talked about this) laugh at those who thought they were something, but never amounted to anything. How bad is it that I so bad want to mock those that mocked me? Ugh. What a morality tail. I could be the better person or I could have some fun that really won’t do any lasting damage…so it’s not that bad, or is it?
I got a kick out of one friend’s recent phone call from a classmate. The classmate went on as if my friend and her were friends in school, which they never were. She went on to talk about her soccer mom lifestyle and ask my friend if she was married, kids, etc. Needless to say they had little to talk about since my friend is not married, doesn’t have kids and is not a fan of soccer. When my friend told me about the call I thought she was lying because this stuff only happens in movies! No lie, it happened.
So I am going to buy a ticket, because I just have to see how shallow and naive some of these people really are. Besides it will make for good blogging!
The only question I have left to decide: do I bring a date? That’s a tough question. I mean, do I try to pick up one of the girls that never talked to me when we went to school, but now thinks she should talk to me? $80 just to bring a date? Yuck…maybe Ill fly solo for this one…
“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.”
– Victor Hugo
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I lost a friend
This past weekend I lost a good friend, someone I came to love in the past six months. Saturday night we went to a Halloween party and all was fine -everyone was having a good time, then it happened…
Let’s start from the beginning.
A few months before we met I had been in and out of a rut in my life. Something was lacking that I really needed. Through a mutual friend we were introduced; as it turns out we had a few mutual friends. From the start things looked like we were meant to be more then acquaintances. Before I knew it we were spending breaks between class goofing off and weekends together secluded from everyone else. We roamed the sidewalks listening to music and pretending to window shop…really we were looking at the world from a different view and trying to blend into the background. As we walked we would quiz one another about different ways to look at everyday things.
It was over before I knew what happened.
Saturday night in the midst of the party I slipped. Something happened. There was a crash. A few people asked what happened…the look on my face prompted a few “are you alright?” This was something love nor duct-tape could fix, this was permanent. It was over.
My camera was broken. My friend and confidant…lost when it hit the concrete floor from a dreadful height. A piece went flying…the shutter button…the case was cracked. After 25 weeks and 3 days…11,267 pictures…countless memories…it was over.
Sigh.
Thankfully I bought a service plan with my camera so with a single trip to the store I had a new camera in my hand, same model, just starting from picture number one. I was a little melancholy at first, but such is the circle of life…or electronics anyway. :)
That is wow-Tastic
I challenge you to create an adjective using “tastic” as the word’s end.
Example
Tramptastic; something fantastically tramp.
“Your shirt is tramptastic!”.
Blogtastic; something fantastic related to a blog.
“This post is blogtastic!” “This site is blogtastic!”
Get it? Good. So you have to make a word and use it for the entire month of November or just overuse random words that end in “tastic”! :)
Want more fun? This can even be a twist on Pee Wee’s Playhouse where whenever someone uses the word in a blog, you can “scream” in their comments. Ha! Who said the internet isn’t fun? Oh, you never saw Pee Wee’s Playhouse? Well the idea is when someone says the word of the day you scream. Simple.
.: the babbling dweeb :. 