tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18547659914299850232012-02-16T11:07:29.495-08:00a spot for my ponderings, questions, art, and other things.A Fellow Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03022157424998525427noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854765991429985023.post-64619317258933464592010-03-19T21:52:00.004-07:002010-03-31T21:43:05.862-07:00

Grade 12: I waited so long to get here only to realize that there really isn't that much to be excited about. But there are, of course, good times, and I've got a lovely bunch of friends.=)

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Grasping on to darknessbecause that's all that's left.Struggling to find reasonin the brutal onslaughtof thoughts and emotions.Clarity, in its highest formbecomes obsolete,And the abstract mystifiesand bombards the brain.Grim insecuritiesascend to the surface,reeking of vulnerability.Internal chaos ensues.

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[Sidenote: This was supposed to be published days ago, I'm clearly losing my marbles!]It isn't long before that big mechanized bunch of metal comes grumbling through the back yard to collect the yellowing peas. I must admit, a machine that can drive around a field, pick the peas, shell them, and dispose of the 'waste' -- all within a matter of minutes -- is pretty amazing. However, when I

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To which I replied, "I'm not a fan."A few weeks ago I started this lovely (not) job as a maintenance worker at the local water slides. It pays a solid $8.00 and hour, but beggars can't be choosers, right? The majority of my shifts consist of wiping down tables, picking up garbage, and sweeping used pads and tampons off the floor of the girls washroom. Yum. It is indeed one of the grossest

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Alrighty, so life is craaazily hectic lately. Thought I'd just add some photos of mine! =)

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Do you ever find those bands that somehow change everything?I don't know if you've heard of 'em, but Fleet Foxes are, in my opinion, one of those bands. A friend told me about them in the fall (which would be a perfect time to listen to them), but I never looked them up until a few weeks ago. I don't even know what to say about them! Unlike a lot of stuff on the radio these days, their lyrics

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There is a teacher at my school. And not just any teacher. In my whole seventeen years of life, he is, by far, the most extraordinary man I have ever encountered.Mr. X, I'll call him, comes from a time when Jefferson Airplane rocked the radio and love, drugs, and free-thinkers were plentiful. His beard, he says, has been on his face since the time he was able to grow it, and the twinkle in his

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Hello!My name is Jess. For quite some time, I've been looking for a single place to keep all the things that go on in my head. An outlet. You see, loose-leaf paper can only go so far -- I've got sheets of it scattered throughout my bedroom, my binders, my locker, and in just about any nook or cranny I come across. I made a half-hearted attempt at youtube, but being on video wasn't really my

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