Seriously what kind of people come up with this stuff?
Read a book if you have this much free time on your hands.
What I found on YouTube has got to be the most rediculas video I've ever seen.
It's called Old Greg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0S6vL0-u58 theres the link.
Watch it for yourself.... but I warn you now, it's so stupid that it's funny and creepy at the same time.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Unpacking, and a ghost from the past.
I had a day off work so I offered to help Scott unpack some more of her things.
We started in her attaic, going through her boxes of old papers that she took with her when she moved out of her parents house.
I opened the tiny window as rays of sunlight shone on the dancing dust in the air of the little wooden room.
i looked around the tiny space and went to grab a box that was placed beside me.
"Not that one." Scott shook her head at me.
"Why not? We're going to have to go trhough it anyway"
"Not yet." She said as she looked behind her. With a smile she found a different box and tossed it to me.
It was her keep sake box. It looked like a little tresure chest.
Why on earth did she want me to look through this? I shurgged and sat on the floor, proping mysefl against the box she didn't want me to go through yet.
I opend the chest in my hands and saw tons of faded papers. I looked up at her. "Are you sure you want me to look at these?"
"Yep." She sounded as if she really didn't care, almost distant.
Well, okay.
The first paper I took out had my hand writing on it.
Ugh! another poem I worte..only this time it wasn't a good-bye one, it was a don't forget me one. From when I was diagnosed with Melinoma when I was 17. It never turned into much, it was easily gotten rid of with just the removal of the spot and then a skin graph to confrim that all the affected cells were gone.
But the fact I had cancer had me worried I going to die.
So I worte this
Leave out All the Rest:
One life, One time, One chance
Just once around the circle before the end of the dance.
What will I be remembered for?
I'm not a mother, never a good daughter; I hid behind my door.
My friendship with you was my only value
How I will be remembered is up to you
Tell only of the things I did best
Otherwise leave out all the rest
I will never go out in a balze of glory
But no one needs to know the downs in my story.
I have never been perfect, it's true.
But remember neither have you
I don't expect my tale to linger
All I ask is that my story never be bitter.
In my death recall me at my best
But please, my friend, leave out all the rest.
I sighed. She saved everything I ever wrote..which is what this chest contianed. Only the things I worte and gave to her.
Thats why she wanted me to do through this first, I understood it now.
I showed her everything I ever thought and feared, for so long she was only friend. The only thing I could count on, rely on. She was the light that brought me out of the darkness in my mind. My very best friend, and really the only family I had.
But not anymore.
Now I have more then just her. I have Greg, Coleman and Hale.
This is her hint, her way of saying I should show thoes people the same things I've shown her. Their just as big of a part of me as she now... I don't need to keep them in the dark.
"Nice" I grunted, slightly annoyed.
I can't show them this, any of them. I let her in because she could save me when all I wanted to do was die. She knew me, respected me and tried to understand me. Which is more then anyone else did. So I came to her for help..and our friendship grew from that.
I can't let the others in.
"It's time, Shannon." Her brown eyes were big and pleading. Her blonde hair hung down by her face...and she looked exactly as she did the last time she said that to me all thoes years ago. Afride. She was afride of my backlash afride that I may just turn and go.
But just like last time I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm not ready yet." Said in the same tone I used then.
It's true. I'm not ready yet.
I don't need everyone I speak to knowing everything about me. Thats a risk I'm just not really willing to take yet.
And as for Greg, well, his sheild is as strong as mine...and we're okay with that. Which is good, if everyone else would keep out of it.
Scott grinned at me with her annoying patrinizing smile and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
I gave her a glare, she had something up her sleve. From that sumg smile stuck on her face I take it she feels it'll work when she chooses to aumbush me with it.
We'll see.
With that thought came a mischvious grin of my own.
Let the games begin.
Her brown eyes met my hazel ones as she looked up from her organizing of photos on the floor. We both shook our head and chuckled at the same time.
She definatly has something planned to make me see the error of my ways, and I have a counter stirke working in the dark rcesses of my imagination. May the most creative win.
But until then, I'm stuck in my oppinates stuffy attaic sorting endless boxes. She's such a pack rat.
We started in her attaic, going through her boxes of old papers that she took with her when she moved out of her parents house.
I opened the tiny window as rays of sunlight shone on the dancing dust in the air of the little wooden room.
i looked around the tiny space and went to grab a box that was placed beside me.
"Not that one." Scott shook her head at me.
"Why not? We're going to have to go trhough it anyway"
"Not yet." She said as she looked behind her. With a smile she found a different box and tossed it to me.
It was her keep sake box. It looked like a little tresure chest.
Why on earth did she want me to look through this? I shurgged and sat on the floor, proping mysefl against the box she didn't want me to go through yet.
I opend the chest in my hands and saw tons of faded papers. I looked up at her. "Are you sure you want me to look at these?"
"Yep." She sounded as if she really didn't care, almost distant.
Well, okay.
The first paper I took out had my hand writing on it.
Ugh! another poem I worte..only this time it wasn't a good-bye one, it was a don't forget me one. From when I was diagnosed with Melinoma when I was 17. It never turned into much, it was easily gotten rid of with just the removal of the spot and then a skin graph to confrim that all the affected cells were gone.
But the fact I had cancer had me worried I going to die.
So I worte this
Leave out All the Rest:
One life, One time, One chance
Just once around the circle before the end of the dance.
What will I be remembered for?
I'm not a mother, never a good daughter; I hid behind my door.
My friendship with you was my only value
How I will be remembered is up to you
Tell only of the things I did best
Otherwise leave out all the rest
I will never go out in a balze of glory
But no one needs to know the downs in my story.
I have never been perfect, it's true.
But remember neither have you
I don't expect my tale to linger
All I ask is that my story never be bitter.
In my death recall me at my best
But please, my friend, leave out all the rest.
I sighed. She saved everything I ever wrote..which is what this chest contianed. Only the things I worte and gave to her.
Thats why she wanted me to do through this first, I understood it now.
I showed her everything I ever thought and feared, for so long she was only friend. The only thing I could count on, rely on. She was the light that brought me out of the darkness in my mind. My very best friend, and really the only family I had.
But not anymore.
Now I have more then just her. I have Greg, Coleman and Hale.
This is her hint, her way of saying I should show thoes people the same things I've shown her. Their just as big of a part of me as she now... I don't need to keep them in the dark.
"Nice" I grunted, slightly annoyed.
I can't show them this, any of them. I let her in because she could save me when all I wanted to do was die. She knew me, respected me and tried to understand me. Which is more then anyone else did. So I came to her for help..and our friendship grew from that.
I can't let the others in.
"It's time, Shannon." Her brown eyes were big and pleading. Her blonde hair hung down by her face...and she looked exactly as she did the last time she said that to me all thoes years ago. Afride. She was afride of my backlash afride that I may just turn and go.
But just like last time I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm not ready yet." Said in the same tone I used then.
It's true. I'm not ready yet.
I don't need everyone I speak to knowing everything about me. Thats a risk I'm just not really willing to take yet.
And as for Greg, well, his sheild is as strong as mine...and we're okay with that. Which is good, if everyone else would keep out of it.
Scott grinned at me with her annoying patrinizing smile and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
I gave her a glare, she had something up her sleve. From that sumg smile stuck on her face I take it she feels it'll work when she chooses to aumbush me with it.
We'll see.
With that thought came a mischvious grin of my own.
Let the games begin.
Her brown eyes met my hazel ones as she looked up from her organizing of photos on the floor. We both shook our head and chuckled at the same time.
She definatly has something planned to make me see the error of my ways, and I have a counter stirke working in the dark rcesses of my imagination. May the most creative win.
But until then, I'm stuck in my oppinates stuffy attaic sorting endless boxes. She's such a pack rat.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Craig Fergison, A new cat, and Colemans temper.
What do these things have in common? Not much really.
Tension was building with this group like a wild fire growing out of control. We could think, or get anything done with out being at each other throats. Rather then get time away from each other I sugessted we all ("all" being, Coleman, Witter, and myself) go to Scotts new place she got -away from her wack job husband- and stay with her for the first night.
There was only one thing I made off limits.
We could not do any work of any kind.
Working was turning us all into carzed people.
Coleman, Witter, Hale and I all had Aaden well enough to go home. But before I'd send him home, Scott had to get a new place. We discharged Aaden this morning. As a "welcome to your new home" gift, Scott and gotten Aaden a kitten.
Aaden was dead asleep, the clock was flashing 1:40 a.m, Scott, myself and Gerg were watching the Late late show with Craig Fergison (he's funny, I have to admit) and the kitten was running around because I gave it cat-nip. Coleman had fallen alseep on Scotts sofa. He layed on his stomach, one arm under his chin and the other dangled on the floor.
The kitten ran up with back of the couch, and on to Colemans back. That would ahve been fine if the cat didn't turn Coleman into it's own personal scratching post. Coleman squeeled like a little girl and rolled off the couch, right into Gregs lap. And it was at that instant Craig did a Rayn Secrest impression, and anyone who watches that, nows how thoes go. It fit perfectly.
Needless to say the expressions on their faces, along with Craigs joke had me and Scott cracking up like there was no tomrrow. It made it even more perfect when Greg laughed and made kissy noises and Coleman (whos arms as a relfex action went arounds Gregs neck) were still frozen there.
His face went crimson red, which matched the red spots on his back where the kitten had clawed him. He picked a bad night to wear a white shirt.
Coleman threw himself off Greg's lap, and by this time Scott and I were both rolling on the floor, nearly dieing from laughter.
He told the both of us to shut up and get off the floor. Not wanting to make him angrier then he was I did as he asked.
Greg kept making kissy noises at him.
So coleman grabbed the kitten and put it donw the front of Gregs shirt.
Well i swear I've never seen dancing like that before in my life!
Tension was building with this group like a wild fire growing out of control. We could think, or get anything done with out being at each other throats. Rather then get time away from each other I sugessted we all ("all" being, Coleman, Witter, and myself) go to Scotts new place she got -away from her wack job husband- and stay with her for the first night.
There was only one thing I made off limits.
We could not do any work of any kind.
Working was turning us all into carzed people.
Coleman, Witter, Hale and I all had Aaden well enough to go home. But before I'd send him home, Scott had to get a new place. We discharged Aaden this morning. As a "welcome to your new home" gift, Scott and gotten Aaden a kitten.
Aaden was dead asleep, the clock was flashing 1:40 a.m, Scott, myself and Gerg were watching the Late late show with Craig Fergison (he's funny, I have to admit) and the kitten was running around because I gave it cat-nip. Coleman had fallen alseep on Scotts sofa. He layed on his stomach, one arm under his chin and the other dangled on the floor.
The kitten ran up with back of the couch, and on to Colemans back. That would ahve been fine if the cat didn't turn Coleman into it's own personal scratching post. Coleman squeeled like a little girl and rolled off the couch, right into Gregs lap. And it was at that instant Craig did a Rayn Secrest impression, and anyone who watches that, nows how thoes go. It fit perfectly.
Needless to say the expressions on their faces, along with Craigs joke had me and Scott cracking up like there was no tomrrow. It made it even more perfect when Greg laughed and made kissy noises and Coleman (whos arms as a relfex action went arounds Gregs neck) were still frozen there.
His face went crimson red, which matched the red spots on his back where the kitten had clawed him. He picked a bad night to wear a white shirt.
Coleman threw himself off Greg's lap, and by this time Scott and I were both rolling on the floor, nearly dieing from laughter.
He told the both of us to shut up and get off the floor. Not wanting to make him angrier then he was I did as he asked.
Greg kept making kissy noises at him.
So coleman grabbed the kitten and put it donw the front of Gregs shirt.
Well i swear I've never seen dancing like that before in my life!
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