Cheesy @ MindSay

So I figured since nobody uses mindsay anymore that posting here would be argumentatively the same as a personal expression of thought like for example a diary. and for a second I doubt myself thinking " Tony you dumbass nobody keeps a diary anymore these days..." but after I think about it I wonder how much of that is true. I mean my whole life if I heard the word diary I would have laughed and thought it was silly. I think of a young teenage girl pouring out her emotions about her boyfriend, or the fight she’s having with her best friend. and I think its safe to say the whole concept of having a diary is much more reasonable and acceptable if the keeper is a female.

 

To be honest if one of my friends from the football team a.k.a the "pain train" were to admit during team dinner that he wrote in a diary each day it probably would have been followed by an awkward moment of silence and a quick change of subject by a watchful teammate attempting to dampen the embarrassment.. The night would have gone on like nothing ever happened. but maybe that’s not the end of the story.

 

Maybe that boy was still embarrassed at himself now. maybe there was a sick feeling in his stomach at how much time he had wasted with his silly childish diary. maybe he would throw it away or even burn it, discarding every record of his history and how he has felt as though it was a sickness. like it was holding him back. when the truth is that book full of paper was the only written proof that he existed. that he was more than just a name.

 

After thinking about it for a while I determined that even though I have never kept a "diary" or any form of documentation to represent my feelings... I cannot deny that I have questioned myself in other ways besides literature. Several times I have asked myself who I am. what I believe in. what I stand for, and so forth. Each time the answer I come up with was slightly, but not dramatically different. I will keep the details quiet because this is surely not a diary, and I have no reason to express my internal feelings. I am simply taking a little time to explore this lovely place I live in from a broader perspective.

 

My conclusion tonight came surprisingly quickly. my poor fingers could never dream of typing anywhere close to as fast as I think., when I actually take a little bit of time out of my day to do so..[2:44 am] .

Nevertheless I decided that every good thing I have done in my life followed a decision. Every choice I ever made had a ending. every cause had an effect. every night had a dawn. and every day had a new opportunity for me to do something great. this is what disappoints me because from my point of view I have not done anything great. I’ve only done good. clearly, this is what I started thinking about some days ago. and it might not make any since to the 2 or 3 people who might actually take their time and read it. however this is my general, non personal beginning, of a story that I can't tell. I cannot simply because I don’t know the ending.

 

 

P.S. ... my intention was to write a blog about the crazy dreams I’ve been having and the spooky windy noise and the anonymous postcard that brought me to writing this "broad perspective" today.. but I have reasons for not continuing thins rant. one because I ran out of time [3:02am] and another because this is once again, surely not a diary and I have no reason to express my personal thoughts literally, however if anybody was actually interested in my story [ doubtful because if I was talking to anybody I probably wouldn’t be on mindsay in the first place] can feel free to start a conversation, which could be considered an excuse for discussing personal things.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah love
love makes me giggle love makes me weep
love makes me smile even as i sleep
 will i be safe in loves arms
dunno, i cant resist old loves charms
oh me oh my what should i do
love has got me rhyming like a fool
loves even got me singing like the dove
but for once at least im not blue.


***not my best but not my worst ive never really written when happy in love, it just always smacks of cheese...lol....id rather let far cheesier ppldo it for me...

Just wanted to let you know someone else posted to the Story telling wiki! The holidays have let the story lag/drag/grow cobwebs.  Go visit today and add your madd lib! :0

 

 

http://www.mindsay.com/wiki/Storytelling

 

Love and Laughter,

Dawn

It funny the thing you let slip away without a second thought. That memory you thought you would forever treasure. That friendship you thought you would hold onto until death. They just slip out of hands, and we're so busy that we don't notice and take time to swoop up the piece that are falling from our hands. It makes me think. What about the things that I hold to be important now? Will they matter in 5 years? Will they matter even in one? I wish I could go back and put the pieces back together. Reclaim the things I let drop. See into the future for the things I should tighten my grip on. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry mostly to you. You know who you are. Or do you? Did I think I showed you I cared more than I actually did? I know that now I don't. Our friendship is something I dropped. Something I miss terribly, and yearn for everytime I look up on my wall and see on my couch, or in our brand new skirts. Tomorrow is you birthday, and sending you that cheesy e-card just doesn't seem near enough.

So to you; my friend who taught me how to swear, made me spit my pepsi out countless times, livened up our popcorn with your feet, decorated my mum hair with frosty, stunk up my car with every perfum tester in K-mart; you are missed, and you are loved. You are in my heart, you always have been and you always will be. Although I'm to blame for dropping the ball, I want you to know that it was my favorite ball, and I hope one day we'll pick it up together. Piece by piece we'll come back together. Happy Birthday.

1 Corinthians 13:13

"And now these three things reamain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love"

So I was watching the Princess Bride, and, I gotta say, that was cheesy! The guy didn't actually stab, the acting was lame (especially dying scenes), and I was laughing straight through the film.

 

The only thing that's cheesier that that movie, is Jim Cada/Gymkatie (I forgot the name). That was a laughing riot.