the office

Man. I've just been watching "the office."

I have never seen such a sad, sad, little man. oh gosh, it's painful just watching him. I mean, at times, it is funny. But most of the time just agonizing.

Martin Freeman is in it; you know that guy who acted as Arthur Dent in "the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy". I've got to read the book some time.

man, this is so pointless.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (Jack Johnson-- traffic in the sky)

Puzzle pieces in the ground
but no one ever seems to be digging
Instead they're looking up towards the heavens
with their eyes on the heavens
mm hm
the shadows on the way to the heavens
mm hm
It's enough to make me cry
but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
The answers could be found
we could learn from digging down
but no one ever seems to be digging instead they'll say...

Well how could we have known?
I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
na na na
if you keep adding stones
soon the water will be lost in the well
mm hmmm

A Long Way Down

Wouldn't it be cool to be like Ron Weasley? Or Hermione? Or Potter? Would it not be awesome to go to Hogwarts?? Imagine if it was all real. I wonder if future generations will understand that feeling. Will it affect the dreams of the little unborn kiddiwinks in the same way? I hope so.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory '05)

Willy Wonka: Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking!
Charlie Bucket: You can eat the grass?
Willy Wonka: Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I'm* eatable! But that is called "cannibalism," my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.

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in the past- the recent past, i've connected with music with an intensity, an intimacy which, looking back, i find quite alarming. Quite grating too- like it was born of a fierce desperation. I don't want that anymore...i mean...it had it's highs. But, then, so do drugs. A melodramatic comparison, yes, i know. I'm trying to look outside a bit more, nowadays. Like, trying not to relate everything to myself- empathy stretched so far that it doubles back on itself and becomes introverted. So, i have decided to distance myself from music. Appreciate it for what it is. Not to struggle to try and find something lurking deep within every word, every note. The hair-splitting is becoming irksome, and draining.

Today...what have i done today? read.
kate pauses, and thinks. hard.
yep, that's about it. I finished "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" today. It really is such a poignant novel, i strongly recommend you, my dear reader, to add it to your book list (whether this be stored in a mental cabinet drawer, or whether it be an actual list, dot-points and all).

well. i can't think of anything to say that doesn't relate closely to myself, so i shall write no more.
Blogs are really the most narcisstic of tools. For one that has no purpose guiding their blog, i mean. Exhibiting your life story and internal workings for any passer to stop and peruse nonchalantly.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (no country for old men)
Anton Chigurh: Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Call it?
Anton Chigurh: Yes.
Gas Station Proprietor: For what?
Anton Chigurh: Just call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Anton Chigurh: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Gas Station Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Anton Chigurh: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Gas Station Proprietor: No.
Anton Chigurh: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton Chigurh: Everything.
Gas Station Proprietor: How's that?
Anton Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Alright. Heads then. [Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]
Anton Chigurh: Well done. [the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Chigurh starts out]
Anton Chigurh: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is. [Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]

quote. surprise, surprise

“You just become so desperate to make connections and you find yourself very fragile as a part of those connections, I find that I’m very bad at them. And sometimes that’s really difficult for me, but sometimes it’s also really, really difficult for the other person and I find that I can be really destructive to people that matter a great deal to me. It’s so easy to bruise the people that love you and to damage them because there’s nothing more fragile than someone who loves you. In the whole world there isn’t anything quite as fragile as someone who is willing to love you.”

-Adam Duritz

well. It has begun.

*dramatic theme music*

yes, she said drily. wonderful.

ah. school is a bitch.

my blogging drive seems to have been reduced of late. It's probably a good thing - immersing oneself in the make-believe dimension of this...screen...it can't be too good a thing, right? Not in excess, anyway.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (i'm your man -- michael buble...aw, he's so cool. i love his voice.)

If you want a lover

I'll do anything you ask me to

And if you want another kind of love

I'll wear a mask for you

If you want a partner

Take my hand

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand

I'm your man

the phone rings

the telephone rings.
kate waits until it sounds three times before she picks up the receiver.
"hello?"
"hi, i was wondering if elizabeth prendergast was here?"
"um, no sorry, she's out at the moment- can i take a message?"
"is this kate?"
"er-yeah? who's this?"
"this is Mrs Schunter; emily's mum."
"oh!- wow....hey"
"so how's it going?"
kate thinks for a second.
"ok"
"that's good. How's school going?"
"oh, we haven't started yet."
"oh- lucky"
"yeah, we start on tuesday"
"well, can you tell your mum i called."
"yeah, sure. say hey to emily for me"
"i will"
"k- bye"
"bye"

just when i thought i had lost all the memories, they come back. to hear a voice i've left behind- it's too close. it's too near.
damn.