Gah!

"I'm sorry for my incompetence!"
[mentally watch me make a fool of my self by being on my knees and bowing up and down, all the way to the floor rapidly]

*for teacher, I'm not asking you to check back when everything gets posted up when they do, just go by the date it should have been up and mark what you see according to whatever deadlines

*for my fellow cave people, ok, so I shouldn't have directed you to my assignment blog, it was wrong of me, now hurry along, go back to your caves, and you'll get your complete products on your weekly basis, this thing really was ridiculous for me :D But it's been fun, right?


*for my friends & er...co-workers of wherever, [mentally see me grinning like I do] Hey hey hey, I thought it'd be fun, never said I'd have the time.

*for my adoring fans, I really do wish you existed, bring me to the top of the world, and drop me to the ground, thank you for your lack of support! Who am I kidding, you've been fantastic! (really do wish I was famous and you existed)

*aaaaaaaand for myself, hey you, run, run for your liiiiiiiiiiiife! Can't you see you've wasted so many peoples, existing or not, time! Run, they're all out to get you!
"for my autograph?"
Nooooooooo, do you have a death wish?
"well...now that you mention it, wouldn't it be cool, if it were to happen like--"
shut up and start running!


"Oh cool! I found a penny!"

Responses to comments
anonn #1>> [Spencer JK.] Donky dicks aren't my thing...I prefer...I prefer....Seriously, I found a penny!
anonn #2>> maybe a little, unsure, tell me, how would you know when you sit....across the lamp in the city beyond my tree?
anonn #3>> [spencer again] most likely, but I'm not into sucking as per say...I'm more into smashing hammers onto broken fans, so I know which ones work!
anonn #4>> [Spencer] I soooooo wasn't! That wasn't a BJ ............ that wasn't its crotch either...It was someones face...or have you forgotten...psh, you were there dude!
anonn #5>> no no, this isn't the smell of dog shit...can't you smell...this is burnt magic rose...oooo, I saw then at loblaws today, and thought it'd be cool if i tried it! loblaws reminds me of lobsters...
anonn #6>> [Spencer] hey now, then that wasn't me...I was still serving them drinks in the other room...OMIGOODNESS I know who you saw! I't was you, in the mirror, with that other chick! I know, uh huh, cuz I walked in on you two...I think there was like three of you...you and her, and some blonde lady...she had a nice rack!
anonn #7>> LOL LOL LOL LOL....you're funny....English language? at the sun? been there done that, you know, they actually kinda speak a language that derives from French? So my learning there is like...a caterpillar turning into a bird, I'd rather go to the moon though, it hurts the eyes less if i'm there, and the dark side is cold, so I can wear a jacket...you can only take off so many layers of clothing.

Prologue of Circle within Circles [edited]

She sat there, in the subway train, going north from Dundas Station to Sheppard, playing Dance Dance Revolution on her cell phone. Finally, that was the last of all her exams. Three hours long, of course she fell asleep sometime between the forty minute mark and the second hour mark, at least that forty minutes she was awake was enough time to finish. Which high school teacher was it that said that she’d be needing all the time she gets on university exams? Whatever, it must have been ‘her’, the one that thought I was just plain stupid to even get this far. Shows her. It’s not easy, but it’s not as hard as they made it out to be.

“Game Over!!” flashed on the tiny screen of her Motorola phone. Realizing she’s not really playing all that much attention, she put the phone into her bag, resigning herself to just listen to her mp3 player. Life was becoming boring, tiresome, and routine. She was getting sick of it all. Only ten minutes or so more, and she would be home. Home for some real sleep. Sleep… It feels as if it’s been an eternity since she last got enough. Even on weekends when she didn’t have assignments or work she' have to put on another social face. "Seriously, why is it so hard to get some down time?"

And then it hit her. She felt like she fell a mile, and jerked her head back up. She had dozed off. Just in time, the next stop, Sheppard Station, was just announced over the intercom. She gathered all three of her bags. A carry-on, a wheelie, a backpack, and her purse, of course. She got up, made her way to the door, and waited till the train slowly came to a stop. Walking over to the escalator, making her way to the eastbound platform, and resigned herself to drowsily wait for the train, strangely enough, both sides just happened to be unoccupied by a train. Both sides’ destinations were east. She’s having doubts about having decided to stay with her class mate for the month to be near the campus and for study purposes. Should have stayed home, then there wouldn’t be all this to carry, she wouldn’t be having that muscle cramp above her shoulder bone.

She rolled her shoulders and her head from side to side, and felt the air around start to move. And herd the distinct roar of the train make its way behind her. Damn, theories of relativity, that fifty/fifty chance, it wasn’t on her side today. Making her way into the train, she found her self a corner seat by the window, and made her self comfortable, waited four stops for Don Mills Station, making sure to stay alert now, if she fell asleep now, she wouldn’t be able to get real sleep when she gets home. She actually lives a little east of Don Mills Station, in a little apartment of her own. She used to have a room mate, who, a month ago, decided to move in with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t be able to take the bus, it’s too late, about two, now she’s regretting spending ‘a little’ time to celebrate after the exams with her friends. At least she didn’t drink too much, keeping in mind the last time.

Luckily, her neighbour, a lady who happens to adore her, is kind and offered to give her a ride back to the apartment. “Hello, Miriam, hi, it’s Selene, I’m here.” Miriam, her neighbour lady, had asked Selene to give her a call when she gets there. Selene could swear, her head was spinning, and she was just so tired. Guilt suddenly swallowed her, Miriam probably had an even tiresome day, six year old twin girls and a job, calling her out to pick up some girl in the middle of the night now seems like a stupid agreement. They met one night last summer, Selene was waiting for an elevator, ready to go out with some friends, and when the elevator doors chimed open, Miriam had one of her daughters in her arms, sleeping, and the other held onto the opposite hand, dragging her feet in exhaustion. Selene, for some reason or another, decided not to ignore it, she offered to carry the sleeping one in while Miriam unlocked her suite. Miriam had made a joke about day cares, Selene not quite paying attention offered to care for the children in the day while she was out at work.

“I’m so sorry for making you pick me up, I should have just stayed the night there and come in the morning,” Selene immediately said getting into the minivan.

“Nonsense, my mother-in-law came to visit, you know how it gets when the relatives visit, everyone stays up all night and sleeps all day, she just came today, the girls are still playing with what their grandma brought them,” Miriam said in her Chinese accented fast talking way, with a smile. “So do you have any plans for the summer?”

“Yeah! Sleep!”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, you look terrible! We’re going to take my mother-in-law site seeing, take her to our China Town, and Pacific Mall, and Kensington market, she’ll see, Toronto is more Chinese than China!”

“Your plan is almost as good as mine.”

"You know what honey, you should try some good old meditation, or take a walk with nature! This busy city life with school stress and everything gets everybody exhausted pretty badly. maybe go camping, or go to some lakeside cottage, go on vacation. You know, maybe I can ask my mother-in-law to take you with her for a little while when she leaves, new experiences you know, they do magic! Besides, my husbands family is from a very small farm town back home, maybe that's just what you need, you know. You should come meet her, she'll like you, I'm sure you'll like her too!"

"Umm...I don't have the money to go travelling just yet, maybe next summer, but all the other stuff sounds fantastic." They talked the rest of the short way, and finally, Selene was able to fall into her bed. Not caring to change, wash up, eat, or anything else, just sleep, tonight, not even her thoughts will be able to keep her awake.

I will have the full story posted Monday Morning...
My Excuse is silly and stupid...
Left my memory stick at work...lame

Short story -incomplete

I'll add on section by section with in today, I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner,
I'll just add it to this post, there'll be only one post, thank you. I desparately need to shorten it.
But I don't know how.

Prologue

She sat there, in the subway train, going north from Dundas Station to Sheppard, playing Dance Dance Revolution on her cell phone. Finally, that was the last of all her exams. Three hours long, of course she fell asleep sometime between the forty minute mark and the second hour mark, at least that forty minutes she was awake was enough time to finish. Which high school teacher was it that said that she’d be needing all the time she gets on university exams? Whatever, it must have been ‘her’, the one that thought she was just plain stupid to even get this far. Shows her. It’s not easy, but it’s not as hard as they made it out to be.

“Game Over!!” flashed on the tiny screen of her Motorola phone. Realizing she’s not really playing all that much attention, she put the phone into her bag, resigning herself to just listen to her mp3 player. Life was becoming boring, tiresome, and routine, she was getting sick of it all. Only ten minutes or so more, she’d be home. Home for some real sleep, sleep, it feels as if it’s been an eternity since she last got enough. Even on weekends when she didn’t have assignments or work, she’d have to keep up her oh so social face. Seriously, why is it so hard to get some down time?

And then it hit her, she felt like she fell a mile, and jerked her head back up. She had dozed off. Just in time, the next stop, Sheppard Station, was just announced over the intercom. She gathered all her bags, three of them, a carry on, a wheelie, a backpack, of course, and her purse. She got up, made her way to the door, and waited till the train slowly came to a stop. Walking over to the escalator, making her way to the eastbound platform, and resigned herself to drowsily wait for the train, strangely enough, both sides just happened to be unoccupied by a train. Both sides’ destinations were east. She’s having doubts about having decided to stay with her class mate for the month to be near the campus and for study purposes. Should have stayed home, then there wouldn’t be all this to carry, she wouldn’t be having that muscle cramp above her shoulder bone.

She rolled her shoulders and her head from side to side, and felt the air around start to move. And herd the distinct roar of the train make its way behind her. Damn, theories of relativity, that fifty/fifty chance, it wasn’t on her side today. Making her way into the train, he found her self a corner seat by the window, and made her self comfortable, waited four stops for Don Mills Station, making sure to stay alert now, if she fell asleep now, she wouldn’t be able to get real sleep when she gets home. She actually lives a little east of Don Mills Station, in a little apartment of her own. She used to have a room mate, who, a month ago, decided to move in with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t be able to take the bus, it’s too late, about two, now she’s regretting spending ‘a little’ time to celebrate after the exams with her friends. At least she didn’t drink too much, keeping in mind the last time.

Luckily, her neighbour, a lady who happens to adore her, is kind and offered to give her a ride back to the apartment. “Hello, Miriam, hi, it’s Selene, I’m here.” Miriam, her neighbour lady, had asked Selene to give her a call when she gets there. Selene could swear, her head was spinning, and she was just so tired. Guilt suddenly swallowed her, Miriam probably had an even tiresome day, six year old twin girls and a job, calling her out to pick up some girl in the middle of the night now seems like a stupid agreement. They met one night last summer, Selene was waiting for an elevator, ready to go out with some friends, and when the elevator doors chimed open, Miriam had one of her daughters in her arms, sleeping, and the other held onto the opposite hand, dragging her feet in exhaustion. Selene, for some reason or another, decided not to ignore it, she offered to carry the sleeping one in while Miriam unlocked her suite. Miriam had made a joke about day cares, Selene not quite paying attention offered to care for the children in the day while she was out at work.

“I’m so sorry for making you pick me up, I should have just stayed the night there and come in the morning,” Selene immediately said getting into the minivan.

“Nonsense, my mother-in-law came to visit, you know how it gets when the relatives visit, everyone stays up all night and sleeps all day, she just came today, the girls are still playing with what their grandma brought them,” Miriam said in her Chinese accented fast talking way, with a smile. “So do you have any plans for the summer?”

“Yeah! Sleep!”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, you look terrible! We’re going to take my mother-in-law site seeing, take her to our china town, and pacific mall, and Kensington market, she’ll see, Toronto is more Chinese than china!”

“You plan is almost as good as mine.” They talked the rest of the short way, and finally, Selene was able to fall into her bed. Not caring to change, wash up, eat, or anything else, just sleep, tonight, not even her thoughts will be able to keep her awake.

Ooo...but look

Cute!

And this


...check them out!

Oh shit...

Ok...wish me luck
My year and half long writers block is still alive...

and Uh oh...I forgot to add something to the last post...

My tree....it...shrivelled up!
I followed the instructions on how to care for it...
And I checked this morning...
and it was all dry and crackly...
wish me luck on bringing it back to health...

...Uh-ooh...

Let me start by saying...no, I'm not in love with anybody...
Ok, so maybe I am, but it's not like that,
but I'm pretty sure the person who has taken my attention is aware of my thoughts.
And it's not 'love' per say...
But No, most of none of what I write about, or try to write about is about love,
some of them are, but it's not related, its a different kind of love.

You see...I'm romancing the seasons,
I once fell dead[head] over heals in love with the winter storm.
...Most of what I write are inspired by The Earth,
Whether it be urban life, or nature,
Life to death,
and All creatures alike, human and animal has no difference.

But Mixed & Fixed Measures has nothing to do with 'love'
It's more about hate, but lets not go there...
I don't think I can actually feel that with purity...
I'm very bad at hating...
I'm also very bad at 'loving.'
Because both of which aren't actual emotions,
more like a state of mind...
My point of view anyway,
You see, for both of those 'sate-of-minds,'
there's alot of thoughts and feelings are involved,
with the addition of certain actions as well...
I think I may be a bit of a coward, so I never actually attempt to feel either.

So, I think, some of whom have read the pieces I've put up here,
Have misunderstood some of them.
The May 10th piece for example...
I have actually considered what the anonymous commenter has said,
And I did leave a green note in the bottom,
but no where does it say who it's about,
Yes, it's easy to guess,
but I do try my best to put things in a sort of a riddle,
It's not always what it seems.
Besides, you know, whatever it was,
I did say it was all just to clear up my system.
So cheer up, if you know me, you know better.

On the side note,
I'd greatly appreciate is if you use your name rather than stay anonymous.
Not you full name,
Just maybe your first name,
even nick names work for me...
And please do use the same ones every time you leave your token.

Well, that's it from me for the night,
Thank you for your time, and goodnight.

PS: (and ooooooooooo....if Ms. P ever has comments, that'd be awesome!)
PSS [PPS?] to PS: (just on thoughts, doesn't have to be critical or school related)