Everywhere I look, I see earbuds disconnecting people from their surroundings, or rather, people disconnecting themselves from their surroundings.
True, listening to music while riding the bus, either city transit, or longer trips on a Greyhound can distract you from where you are. House cleaning is made more bearable with your favourite music but there are a few instances when erabuds are inappropriate.
For instance, in class.
Get over yourselves and listen to what is being taught to you. There is nothing more disrespectful to someone whose job it is to teach, than showing up for class and then ignoring everything going on.
Just skip the class you idiot, and save everyone else the irritation.
While riding a bike.
Seriously, if the driver of a car was wearing earbuds, they'd cause an accident. I've secretely wished cyclists who wear buds, or text and ride, to slam into a light pole, or parked car, just to teach them a lesson.
New moms pushing strollers and wearing ear buds.
This is the most rediculous thing I have ever seen. What better way to show and tell your children that they aren't worth listening to, or being mindful of, than slipping in those buds and tuning them out?
Disgusting!

Change brings growth, but what if said change is destructive?

Whether we're ready for it or not, it will happen, so it is best to roll with it, even if you have to roll through the mud and shit.

Admittedly, that is a subconscience "We" I just used, I really mean "Me", but it makes me feel better to lump everyone in the muck with me.

Trying to find purpose where there isn't any is a fuitless mission, ending in tears and misery. What am I doing? Where am I going? How will it turn out? All are questions I have no answer to, and when I turn off the "Third Eye", nothing has a purpose, or a reason.

No time for wishes, they're as fruitless as purpose.

Pick it up, dust it off and try again.

what number is this?

Sigh,

I want for so much. Silly, niave little things that I'm embarrassed to put into words. No, I'll keep my wishes locked up.
There is a saying that I recall, for situations where I'm wishing more than I should.

"You can wish in one hand and shit in the other, and see which hand fills up faster."

I wish for one thing, then wish for the opposite. I want both simultaneously.
I know it's ego, all ego, but how can I silence it? Am I doomed to never feel satisified?
When will I be enough for myself?

sieben

I just watched the first half of the newscast.
Rioting protests and a crumbling economy in Europe, followed by toxic, impossible messes that have maybe no chance of being cleaned or fixed by human hands and an unnamed insurance company suing a 14-year-old girl. This is two years after she saved two children from an inferno-house fire, so they won't have to pay for the damages.
Top that off with a continuing-to-erupt volcano, spewing ash and debris for thousands of miles. My soul started to ach, and I cried for the disgusting way we're treating this home of ours.
Give me a "The End Is Neigh" sign, I think we've gone too far.

six

Holey!!!
Getting better and better at this tech-soaked industry.
Really wishing I had taken more advantage of computers in highschool.
Except that there were something like 10 computers in the school way back in 1999, when I graduated.
In those days teachers accepted hand-written assignments, and deducted 10 per cent.
Yeesh!
I no longer think that all computers are out to mess me up, it's up to me to know what to ask it to do, and how to ask it.
Someone should develope a "bone-head" translator program for people like me. I'm sure I'm not the only one.
*crickets chirping*
Hello? I said I'm sure I'm not the only one?
Oh boy!

what happened to 3

Very strange ...
I snoop through Facebook photos of friends' children and think to myself, "when did we grow up?"
I don't remember when it happened, but it did. I think I was asleep between the ages of 19 and 23, and that's when we apparently became adults.
There's another feeling, one I'm not so familiar with.
I think it could be called craving. Much the way I'll crave a tasty treat, or a juicy steak.
This craving, longing or desire, whatever, comes from looking at friends' kids.
Gasp!
Children?!
When in the hell will I have the time, money and most important, patience for children?
Would I want to bring a child into a world that promotes profit, technology and greed?
I guess.

five

Oh my.
Shaking off the negativity of my last post.
Why is it, that when one is not in the brightest of moods,
that one will imagine things that will anger one further?
The human psyche needs to evolve.
When the shit is flying, we should imagine sweet, wonderful things that will make us smile or dare I suggest, laugh.
Bogged down in the little, insignificant details that we actually have little to no control over, we vent our frustrations on innocent bystanders.
In the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'll rattle in my head, firing insult after insult at the bus driver that doesn't make the light, or breaks several times to come to a complete stop.
The establishment tells us, "be thin, be pretty, be happy."
However, that same establishmnet gives us fast food, microwaves and poisins the environment so that everything gives us cancer, depletes the ozon layer and starves countries.
We can't compete, complain or compare.

four

Good morning!!!
What is going on in this world?
Admittedly, I'm no tech-savvy girl, but surely one with ecxeptional writing skills can make something of herself on this thing we call the Web, can't she?
I'm applying for jobs that previously I would have passed by, only because a silly thing like rent is expected of me very shortly.
Christ, what else can I do?
Keep optomostic, don't you be a grumpy.
when the road gets bumpy, just smile, Smile, smile
and be happy!
Yeah, much easier sung that done!!!

Two

Still learning, but repitition helps.

What a beautiful day for the 420 celebration!

I hope it's a world-wide thing, I haven't researched, amazingly enough, the origin of 420.

Having recently focussed two major end-of-school assignments on cannabis, and it's many, many wonders, I find it odd to realize that I've left an angle uninspected.

I guess the thing about learning, is that you're never finished.

Number one

Well, slap my bum, and call me a blogger!

Very, very new to this technology, but it's not going anywhere and neither am I, dang it!

I hope to get to this every day, especially now that I've almost graduated, and have yet to gain full-time employment. Thank goodness for patient and loving boyfriends.

The title of the blog is a slice of one of my many autobiography titles, "Don't judge a book by its cover, or the first half of its chapters." I turned over a new leaf a couple of years ago.

Other titles include, "If dad had a grave, he'd roll over in it!" and "I have trouble asking for help."