Sometimes?

Sometimes I wonder, if I shouldn't live through each
day.
Maybe there is something that got messed up at some
point.
Maybe I should actually live.

Sometimes I wonder, if my friends will be here,
ten years from now.
Sometimes I wonder,
if it really matters.

Sometimes I wonder, why my head won't stop spinning,
or whether it's just the world around me that is.
As I stand at the center of nothing,
I wonder whether I should start to spin with it.

Sometimes I wonder, if there is intelligent life out
in space.
And sometimes I wonder if there is intelligent life
here on earth.

Sometimes I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder, if I can get through the day after
next.
Maybe the world will stay with me for my last day.
Maybe just the day before.

Sometimes I wonder if there is a God.
Or maybe we're all each other's Gods.
Sometimes I wonder what I've learned so far,
and sometimes if there is anything that I haven't.

Sometimes I wonder if I should pretend to be real.
Or just give it all up and wear my jammies to school.

Sometimes I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder if Big Foot is real,
and sometimes I am he's my best friend.
Sometimes he is my worst enemy.

Sometimes I wonder if people,
Know.
That they are actually just someone else's dream.

Sometimes I wonder if people,
Know.
That sometimes they waste their entire lives,
in twenty seconds.

Sometimes I wonder if there is anything,
that is actually permanent in my life.
Or will God be the only one I'll know forever.

And sometimes I wonder too much.

toolazyforsubjectsorspacebar

I found this new band called Brazilian Girls. They aren't Brazilian, three out of four of the members are guys, the lead singer sings in five different languages, and I actually have no idea what genre their music is, but I think it's good, maybe. I'm not quite sure yet.



Also, this is (officially?) the third time I have posted today, wow.

powered by performancing firefox

I think I'm a God.

or maybe just a god. I'm not trying to be self-centered or anything, I'm probably not a very impotant God, or god, whatever. I think I'm, like, the god of grapefruits, or people who eat them by peeling them, or people who bring one to eat on their way to the Chili Festival, and then drip some on their pants. That one would definitely be a god, not a God. Hmmm.
I realize that almost half of my friends I almost never see outside of school. It's kind of wierd. But then again, I spend about (lets see, 9-3:30 is 6 hours, so 6 times 5 is 30, then 24 times 7 is (120 plus 48) 168) 30 out of 168 hours in a regular week. That's a long time, considering I sleep about (average of 8 hrs. a day, times seven is 56) 56 out of the (168 minus 30) 138 hours left. That means that I would only have about (138 minus 56) 82 hours to hang out with them anyway. Of course this week I don't have school, so that would be an extra 30 hours, so I would have 86 hours. But then again, I'm trying to hang with peoples.

Well, that was quite and adventure, don't you think.
Bestest friends forever.
-Sasha, the cooh kid wid da orange hair

Today I woke up at 8:00 AM, on a SATURDAY
...
There must be something wrong with me.
And February break is officially going to be very long.

And I might have been just as bored as this monkey if it weren't for computers.whatever

Heaven

"uh, excuse me sir, which of these roads leads to uh Zion, or maybe the Elysian Fields."

"that one right there. continue on for about five minutes, then take a left when you pass thru some old gates. once you're there, you can't miss it."

"thanks."

"no problem.:"

to be continued

i don't have time now, but later i will discuss such things as Heaven and Hell, and capital letters.

pretty cool.

CLasses, time, and sorts

This week has been pretty stressful. There have been finals, failed French tests, evaluations to write. Its not really cool. Still, I don't have it that bad. Could be worse.
Mirko and I hung out today. I love living downtown because I can just be like "I'm gonna stop at Juna's and have a coffee and hang out with good friends, and I don't have to tell anyone. It seems reccently like my parents are taking over my life. It has always seemed like I spend a lot of time with my family, but recently, it's almost been that I haven't been able to have my own life.
I started out this b blog with the title. I neve plan out what I am going to write, so today, I'll just follow the title.
Time, hmm. Today, for French class we had to read Le Ble en Herbe. It was a great poem.
Here is the English translation.

The Mirabeau Bridge

Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember thema
Joy always followed after pain

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

Hand in hand let us stay face to face
while underneath
the bridge of our arms passes
the so-slow wave of eternal looks

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How slow life is
How violent hope is

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

The days pass and the weeks pass
Neither past time
Nor past loves return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

This is a rather literal translation. I like it. Fuck rhymes.

I think that it is a great poem, though it sounds better in french.

Anyway, how does it relate to time: I think that it is saying that time is...

I forgot what it was that I had thought out about it, but it had to do with time. Draw your own conclusions


So as time moves on, what will happen to humans? Will we reach a point when we have used up all our smartness, discovered all that is possible? Is that possible?

I think I have used up my blogness for now, but I'll be back.

I think I love all you guys.
-Sasha


powered by performancing firefox