Blogging officially semi-daily

...okay. Wow. Just saw There's Something About Mary, and I may never recover. I'm disgusted, appalled, and several other words along the same lines. That was frighteningly painful. Painful painful to watch. "Hey, is that hair gel?" I will never forget that as long as I live. And the fishing scene... it's almost as bad as the episode of Coupling where she's blindfolded the guy and takes him into this room on his birthday and he gets really excited and takes off all his clothes, then his mother says "Oh, Jeffrey!" and he takes off the blindfold to see all the office staff, all his friends, and his parents all staring at him. Ouch. Just... ouch.
Absolutely hilarious, mind.


This is really nerve-wracking. (I wonder if that's really a word? I know I've heard- um, anyway,) I'm uploading a video, it's 58M with 15M finished, it's 9:51 and Cyberpatrol cuts off my internet in just a few minutes. If it doesn't load fast enough I'll have no choice to cut it off and post without it. 9:52... come on...

Okay. I feel as though a huge window has opened up in my physicality. I'm... I don't know how to describe it exactly. Elated? Kind of... disconnected. I don't know. I'm sure if I wasn't feeling so completely paranoid about the whole thing I'd be ecstatic. Mind you, Skeleton is going to flay me alive. What does flay even mean? Also, I wonder what Jim thinks. If Jim thinks. He's reading this over my shoulder right now. I think; I'm not really concentrating so it's hard to tell. You have to wonder. You know, "delusions" like this are considered signs of madness. Maybe all cases of insanity are just people experiencing alter-earth perceptions? Hard to say.

35M... come on...

*The Next Day*

Great. Just perfect. One and half minutes to go and the thing completely freezes up on me. What am I going to do with this? Blogger is so unreliable...

This is a song I wrote for Ella last year. I just need to get it off my chest.

It all began so simply
As we knew just how we feel
But now the world will tell us
That our love was never real
Children no longer innocent
Advise what we should do
Because of them relationships
Are rarely strong or true

It's now a statement of fact
That all affection's an act
True love is
Made of lust, and pixie dust
There's no one left for you to trust
And if we are to fight this lie
We'll never live if we can't try
We have to make them ask the question why

Now strangers and relations
Rain down praises from above
They think we're having sex when
All we've ever shared is love
The world no longer trusts us
To respect our fragile lives
They know that our decaying souls
Ensure no one survives

And even now I start to doubt
What this love truly is about
I trust but
Me and you? Can this be true? Do you feel the same as I do?
But those who trust are not alone
We'll turn the adolescent throne
There's no one here who should be left alone

There's no more now that can be said
And no more left to find
Though tender words like “girlfriend”
Sear across my weary mind
The time has passed for justice
To the truth we have to cling
That's why I pour my heart out
In this song that I can't sing

Society is binding me
But the world can't tear us apart!

...okay. The stupid video quit on me again. I'm just going to leave it.