Free Fallin'
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Smile Like You Mean It- The Killers
Well, it's not the best form of free fallin'. It's the type where you feel as though you just got up the courage to jump off the plane and half way down you realize the parachute is some comical rubber fish tied to a string instead, and there you are, somewhere between earth and sky, realizing that when you hit one, you'll theoretically be going back to the other.
But hey, everyone has those days right? Part of the human condition and all. And there's nothing wrong with it. Just a mood. I'm sure it will end at some point. It usually does. Bad part about too much free time on an enforced vacation is that eventually you have to use your brain because the rest of you feels broken, and at that point, the brain is just not up for happy conversation.
And then you realize that, oh god, you will be going back to work soon...*shudder*

What to do on Enforced Vacation...
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Consequence Free- Great Big Sea
Well, here I am, on a two week, unpaid, enforced vacation from work. I guess they don't really want you to work yourself to death, just so close to it that you lose all sense of reality. Anyways, here I am, all restless and feeling like I should be doing something productive. Which I guess is totally against the whole time off theory.
Should I really be planning projects and going, Oh now I can clean out my basement if I spend a few days straight of hard labour that I could've been getting paid for if I was at work, or just sitting around finding out what day time t.v. show will kill the most brain cells? Is this really just a rest and regroup opportunity, or is this where I pick up steam and find a way to change my life for better or for worse?
Of course, the pain meds they gave me that I Just found out (they didn't feel the need to warn me about this) will make me sleep for about 24 hours at a time, Kinda make those big decisions for me.
Either way, whether I do something, or do nothing, I'm gonna try to write about it more on here, cause hey, till June 3 I've got more time than I have stuff to fill it with. And now, off I go to kittens and coffee.

F*** Tom Hirton's in it's stupid a**
Mood:  irritated
Yeah, the title totally says it. I'm so tired of some stupid coffee shop being so high and mighty that it expects it's workers to literally work themselves to death. Never, have I ever seen or heard of a company that just has so much contempt for the people it employs. It's friggen ridiculous. For the amount of work related injuries that so many have had, and for the poor working conditions so many are subject to, I'm surprised that someone hasn't filed a lawsuit of some kind that just totally wiped them out. And "Always Fresh"? Fresh as a dump my friends, a chalk full, rancid, fetid, fly swarmed dump in the middle of a heatwave. And with that, I. Am. Done.

This is a Total Cop-out on my part
Mood:  lazy
Okay, this is totally being lazy as an entry, but it's an e-mail I just got from the Gods of Forwards, that I felt I needed to share with not only those on my address list, but anyone who mistakenly wanders onto my blog:
INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana's death.

Question: How come?

Answer:

An English princess

with an Egyptian boyfriend

crashes in a French tunnel,

driving a German car

with a Dutch engine,

driven by a Belgian who was drunk

on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling)

followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,

on Japanese motorcycles;

treated by an American doctor,

using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by a Canadian,

using American Bill Gates' technology,

and you're probably reading this on your computer,

that use Taiwanese chips,

and a Korean monitor,

assembled by Bangladeshi workers

in a Singapore plant,

transported by Indian lorry-drivers,

hijacked by Indonesians,

unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,

and trucked to you by Mexicans

That, my friends, is Globalization

Catfight
Mood:  don't ask
It just occured to me that I love the way that my kittens fights. They get crazy with it. Chase each other down, flying off the walls, giving it all they've got. But, in the middle of all the die hard biting and clawing and wrestling around, they randomly stop to clean each other. They of course go right back to fighting and just have it out until they just sorta die on the couch and sleep for a while, but still, they always stop every once in a while to clean each other.
Now, I think that's how true friends fight, or lovers or all the other people that care about each other are supposed to fight. I think that's the real sign that you Do care about someone. When you can pour all your passion and power into a fight and still stop when you say, have to give credit to something they're said or done, or just something little like that. And you can fight and fight until you are worn and done, and dead on a couch somewhere.
It's when you don't have the energy enough to get into those fights that you have to worry. At least between you and someone you care about. And if you're fighting like that with some strange idiot, then beware, the people around you may not be able to tell the difference between you and the idiot. and now I go back to my kittens.

Random Acts of Poetry
Mood:  lyrical
Vivid images, blurred into one
things that were real, things that were fun
strong in their memory,
yet lacking in detail,
and the world breaks in
and lifts the veil
overcome with the importance, the urgency
aware that what has just happened will change
the world, the wind, the way, the will; but
All I have left is a vague impression of you
from images, sensations, imprints on soul and skin
and I am left here
and it's daylight
and I am alone
with vague impressions of you

I swear...
Mood:  surprised
Just when you think, hey, I've got a plan, I'm just gonna follow my plan, and everything will be kewl, BAM! It hits you...doesn't matter what "it" happens to be at the time, whether it's some large object, a marshmallow, or a really high maintenance significant other, you find yourself knocked flat off your aess. This only further supports those that believe in the random chaos theory, and I tell ya, I'm starting to support it.

The Problem with Happy Endings
Mood:  down
Y'know, I've always been a sucker for a happy ending, what with being a girl and all. That feeling you get when everything is resolved, and it's all cute, and that tingle that makes you want to cry. I don't usually cry for Real, but that whole rush sensation is just...cool, for lack of a better word.
But, and there's always a but, there is of course that one supreme problem with happy endings. It's entirely unavoidable too. The problem with the happy ending, is that..well, it's an ending. So, there is no more. Nada...nothing...just nothing.
No matter what you do, you should never want that happy ending. You should not want everything to be okay, and everything to work out, and all that shyte. Cause once everything is resolved, and once all your problems have gone away, and you have everything you want, everything you need...what's left? When there is no conflict, nothing to strive for, what are we and where are we going?
Well I, for one, am going ...to sleep. Before this epiphany becomes just another rant from some crazy blogger ...crap...too late...aah well

Gotta Start Writing Things Down
Mood:  don't ask
Y'now guys, i really need to start writing things down. I keep on thinking of these really kewl things to blog about, usually at work while I'm mind-numbingly going about my business, and then by the time that I get here, it's just...gone. It's so frustrating!
Sadly, that seems to be the whole sentiment of my life as of late. Don't you hate that feeling that you're just forgetting something? Something really important? Like yourself? Ever try to get a word in edgewise and just give up? Ever try to do something different and stop yourself? Ever try to try and find you just don't have what it takes to do it? Ever think of ending it all and stop yourself cause oblivion might be just as bad?
Ever wonder if the people reading your blog will take it all with a grain of salt and write it off? Ever wonder if they shouldn't? Ever question yourself and what you do and how you think and what you are and what you want and what you get and what you want so much that it turns into a mindless run-on of words? Ever have so much to say and no one to be blatantly honest with because no one can know everything and no one can get hurt? Yeah. That's what I thought.
BTW it is Not a permanent solution to a temporary problem. man do I hate it when people say that.
All that aside, how fun would it be to be a kitten? All romping and sleeping and being cute? That would be Awesome. All you have to worry about is who's gonna pet you next, where you feel like curling up, if you feel like sleeping 20 hours or 23 hours...ahhh, the joys of kittenhood. Anyways, hopefully I'll start writing things down and the next time I'm on here, it'll be a bit more organized. Cheers.

Quick Overview
Mood:  not sure
Well, the big day came and went, and fun was had to be sure, memories were made. Unfortunately we can't prove it, cause we all forgot cameras. But rest assured, it was all good.
I had the coolest anniversary present too. Pretty flowers, picked up by a limo to go to a fancy dinner. All very surreal and cool.
But, on my four days off i never slept more than five hours at a time, and usually less than that, so I'm still in somewhat of a haze. Will definitely update more once I've slept.