Sunday, April 29, 2007
So I walk in the door when I got home from work tonight, to find elly and the younger sister, huddled over elly's laptop in the living room. I take off my shoes and trudge down the stairs to find dad on his computer in his corner, mom on the main "family computer", in that corner, and can tell from the light on in the basement-basement, that Pete is on his computer in his corner. So I go into my room, flop into my comfy chair, and get on my computer. I think we maybe need lives.
Seanna spake at
7:58 PM
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Shoot me, I'm getting into this Mika stuff. It's all good, but for example;
You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
[chorus:]'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.
It's really not such a sacrifice
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah."My Interpretation" - Mika
Seanna spake at
8:31 PM
Monday, April 23, 2007
Last Thursday night, I headed out to Montana with my friend Misty, and her family, and another extended family member. Misty told me beforehand, they do extreme travel. I was soon to find out what she meant.
We drove all night Thursday night, showed up at the Canadian/ U.S. border crossing at 2 a.m., realized that they had forgotten that, duh, this one isn't open 24/7. So we slept in the van til 9 the next morning, when they finally did open. Well, some people slept. I couldn't, with 4 out of the 5 people around me, snoring.
On Friday, we stopped at a courthouse in Malta, where they got some passport paperwork done, while meanwhile, I hit the ladies' W.C. at the courthouse to wash my hair. Then we drove to Lewistown, and from there to Bozeman. Pretty much non-stop, because, there wasn't really anywhere to stop. So then we went to the RATE Conference in Bozeman, and that night Misty and I had a Wally-World adventure at the 24/7 WalMart. Not having eaten much all day, I felt like eating some sushi. And lucky for me, WalMart had some frozen varieties. So when we got back to the hotel, I started in on my midnight snack, eating my sushi, in the W.C., so as not to awake the rest.
On Saturday, we went to the RATE Conference yet again, and then we left to go to Wyoming, i.e. to Yellowstone National Park at 2:30. It was pretty great. Awesome actually. And having packed the rest of my sushi in ice, I finished eating up my sushi while driving around all them crazy gysers steaming out of the ground. We left Yellowstone around 9:30 p.m., and then started the drive home, this time heading towards a 24 hour boarded crossing, which we reached about 5 in the morning, as I recall from my subconsciousness. I woke up just enough to dig out my 2 pieces of I.D. and was then back to lalaland.
In spite of the fact that I didn't get much sleep, and ate only 2 actual meals while gone, and thus, was a shaking, energy-less mess at work today, it was a great trip. I love Montana. It's beautiful, clean, and the people are friendly. And, they sell Altoids. [I got about 6 flavors that they don't sell in Canada.] When I get around to it, I'll put up some of the many many pictures I took. 95% of which are scenery: it was just that great.
Seanna spake at
11:13 PM
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Shoot me, folks. I hadn't given in to my polish weakness since December. But I found the perfect new spring colour. It even has a great name.
POW!
Seanna spake at
11:22 AM
There's a similarity I see in between two places that some people see as near opposites. I like both in spite of the obvious diversities, and dislike the middle-ground.
Growing up on a farm, I loved the space. The being able to walk for miles and no one cared. I could put on headphones and sing as loud as I wanted. No one heard me. I could dance. No one saw me. I could see the big sky and feel so small and insignificant. Just a spec. It was special. And as much as growing up on a farm was good for me: I could explore so much and get into so much trouble without ever actually getting into trouble for it, I always had all my cats I could bury my face into their fur for a good cry, or talk to them until they'd had enough and clawed to get away, I've done without all of it and its good points for nearly 6 years. I can't see myself going back.
Part of farm life, usually, is going in to the small towns. I don't like small towns. They're quaint. They've got their hotel/bars, but mainly the bar (Corner Gas doesn't lie), their combination electronics/ random whatevers stores, and everyone knows everyone and knows everyone's business. And that part would drive me nuts. You get that to some extent in a place the size I currently live. Especially if you've lived here for more than 10 years. (Thankfully I haven't and don't plan to.)
But I'm getting to like more of the city feel. I was reminded of this when I was in Winnipeg. You can walk for miles. No one really cares. You can dress weird. No one cares. It's a different kind of doesn't care than in the country. In the country, it's, no one's around and so they couldn't possibly care. The nature around you doesn't know how to care. In a city it's that there's people all around but they couldn't care a less. They don't know you; why should they care? In a small town everyone cares; it's like "family?" Instead of feeling insignificant under a big sky in the country, in a city it's the feeling of insignificance with the tall buildings around you and surrounded by people who couldn't give a shit. It puts you in your place.
There's a heck of alot more ways I could compare and contrast all three surroundings, and which is the most ideal, but that's not for now.
Seanna spake at
12:19 AM
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Somehow I'm trying to convince myself that drinking OJ will send the runny nose I earned by running around in flip-flops, packing on the double. No doubt the encapsulated fish oil will help with this. (?)
Often when reading things that other people have written (as opposed to non-writing people, or even writing non-people), I get this sense that they have such as amazing way with words. Off the top of my head five people, who will remain nameless (not because they are in fact, nameless, but they'll be nameless to you.) come to mind. And it's really silly in a way because I so feel my way of expression with words isn't as good, which it probably isn't. I guess I'm even admitting to a tad bit of rediculous insecurity here, which isn't a big deal. Just a little bit of a deal. I just imagine I probably have some sort of weird talent in a different area.
But on the same page, or maybe on the next, I think it is so cool; God gave that amazing, unique style with words to that one person. Using the same English language we all use (Hint, I guess I wasn't referring to any Frenchies or Spaniards.) in such a fantastic way that non-literally my mouth hangs open. Or maybe it's the weak jaw. But I guess God was also so much wiser than this little walnut brain here to know, our ant hill colony here on earth would be bland if all the little ants ever cared about was writing. But to those of you namelessly named folks out there who's style I admire, rock on.
Back to my fishly OJ...
Seanna spake at
6:00 PM
