I thought there was a "Bar for sharing photographs".
Which I couldn't help but think was a stunning image.
Just the idea of a pub, specifically for whipping out wallets and albums, telling strangers about your kids, whilst he shows you pictures of the time he went to the Grand Canyon.
I just thought it was so fantastically... Rural? a little stereotyped. Quaint? Maybe. Beautiful? Without doubt.
If teaching falls through, or I retire, or something, that's a very strong possibility.
Either way, turns out there was a "Barber sharing photographs". I like my version a bit more.
Sunday 10 January 2010
Thursday 7 January 2010
I should write.
Okay, I know opening a blog post with a comment on how little I write has become somewhat compulsary, but there was a time (This time last year) where I swore it'd be daily.
HAH.
So, let's be frank. Right now, I am indeed in Post-Break-Up-Break-Down. I won't talk about the relationship, as I would get profoundly upset if the reverse were to happen to me, and in the msot modest way possible, this is a blog about me. And considering its obscurity and lack of readers, it's more or less for me, as well.
I'm coping. I've gone past the break up music stage- The Smiths with their cruel honesty, and the bitter irony of poppy Beatles tracks (Although, within the compilations I'm listening to, there is one song, Yesterday, that was hidden amongst the no longer true cries of "She Loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" perfectly and unexpectedly summed up my entire situation and sentinents, like some kind of empathising shinobi).
I've actually started relistening to a lot of Jonathan Coulton, who is absolutely fantastic, and if you search the iTunes podcast directory, you can download 52 of his tracks for FREE from his "Thing a Week" project, which ranges from the sombre to the surreal. Think Flight of the Concords, except with a lot more experimetation and taking itself seriously more often.
I've only had to see her for two days since the break up (Boxing Day, no less) at school, and we've tried our darnedest to pretend we can't see each other. Or at least I have, and she's just really good at being ignorant or something. It's still difficult. Apparently, she wants to be friends. I'm not sure I can do that, seeing as being around her hurts, as I'm still in Love with her. Except I guess at this point, it becomes creepy, unrequited, weirdo Love. Eugh.
I've been trying to release my misery in the form of jokes that makes everyone around me feeling awkward, like "Man, this work is hard. you know what else is hard? Living after being dumped by the only girl who I've ever really Loved.", which I find completely hilarious, but makes everyone else die a little inside. I think I'll stop soon, as hilarious as it is for me, I don't want being with me to be permanantly associated with uncomfortableness.
I don't think it's coincidence that I'm trying to pick up new hobbies at once now. Bass guitar, more writing, Game creating, documentation by time-lapse-photography, cooking, it goes on. Mid-life crisis and I'm only 17.
Well there it is. Summation of the lowest point in my life, mainly recorded for the sake of looking back in a year or two, and commenting on what a miserable idiot I was. Or maybe clutching a needle in one had, gazing at the screen, weeping and screaming "This is where it started!".
HAH.
So, let's be frank. Right now, I am indeed in Post-Break-Up-Break-Down. I won't talk about the relationship, as I would get profoundly upset if the reverse were to happen to me, and in the msot modest way possible, this is a blog about me. And considering its obscurity and lack of readers, it's more or less for me, as well.
I'm coping. I've gone past the break up music stage- The Smiths with their cruel honesty, and the bitter irony of poppy Beatles tracks (Although, within the compilations I'm listening to, there is one song, Yesterday, that was hidden amongst the no longer true cries of "She Loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" perfectly and unexpectedly summed up my entire situation and sentinents, like some kind of empathising shinobi).
I've actually started relistening to a lot of Jonathan Coulton, who is absolutely fantastic, and if you search the iTunes podcast directory, you can download 52 of his tracks for FREE from his "Thing a Week" project, which ranges from the sombre to the surreal. Think Flight of the Concords, except with a lot more experimetation and taking itself seriously more often.
I've only had to see her for two days since the break up (Boxing Day, no less) at school, and we've tried our darnedest to pretend we can't see each other. Or at least I have, and she's just really good at being ignorant or something. It's still difficult. Apparently, she wants to be friends. I'm not sure I can do that, seeing as being around her hurts, as I'm still in Love with her. Except I guess at this point, it becomes creepy, unrequited, weirdo Love. Eugh.
I've been trying to release my misery in the form of jokes that makes everyone around me feeling awkward, like "Man, this work is hard. you know what else is hard? Living after being dumped by the only girl who I've ever really Loved.", which I find completely hilarious, but makes everyone else die a little inside. I think I'll stop soon, as hilarious as it is for me, I don't want being with me to be permanantly associated with uncomfortableness.
I don't think it's coincidence that I'm trying to pick up new hobbies at once now. Bass guitar, more writing, Game creating, documentation by time-lapse-photography, cooking, it goes on. Mid-life crisis and I'm only 17.
Well there it is. Summation of the lowest point in my life, mainly recorded for the sake of looking back in a year or two, and commenting on what a miserable idiot I was. Or maybe clutching a needle in one had, gazing at the screen, weeping and screaming "This is where it started!".
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