Wednesday, May 27, 2009


The truth cannot set me free.
The truth only keeps me remembering what I long to forget.
It keeps my tears flowing like the cuts still fresh on my heart
and the scars remaining in my happiest memories.
I cannot change my past.
But you could have.

The Silent Sufferer.

It's on now.
You've got to show yourself, kid.
You've got to brave yourself and your fears.
Live through your tears.
Become who you never thought you could be.
Who they said you would never be.
Do what they said you could never do.
Do it for yourself.
Even though you're dying inside.
The Silent Sufferer who smiles on the outside.

Forget the past, it can only hurt you.
Forget the ones who made you die.
Forget the ones who killed your dreams.
Murdered your ambitions.
Slaughtered twinkles in your eye.
Memories of tortures past. Horrors inside.
No one can see them. No one can ever see them.
And you can't survive them again.

Take them as the glue that shaped you.
But not the shape that forever binds you.
It's up to you. It's time to choose.
The path you'll take. The end you'll make.
Give in to the dreams that your beginning denied;
live forever free.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Harry Potter

Learn it. Live it. Love it.

love in the movies.

I am increasingly aware that the perfect man does not exist.

Yes, I am perfectly aware that all humans, by default are not perfect, but I need to articulate my idea of perfect more clearly.

By perfect, I mean the type of perfect that most men in the movies or television are; they have flaws but these flaws are usually so miniscule that the good outweighs the bad and they are in a sense perfect.

They know just what to say. What to do. How to touch to make any girl swoon. They have the perfect combination of bad boy, sweetheart, and passion to be irresistable.

My generation, being the technology generation, has grown up in front of the television, movies, and internet. Is it really fair that our ideals of the perfect man are based off of something as fake as Pamela Anderson's breasts?

Take Edward from Twilight for example. Finally women around the world have found the perfect man...and then we discover he isn't a man at all, but a vampire who wants to suck your blood...or, from another perspective, such a perfect man/vampire isn't Edward at all, but just someone who knows how to read a script.

Or what about Noah from The Notebook. Kyle from Kyle XY. Nathan from One Tree Hill.

Where is the man that would rather cuddle than have sex? Where is the man who doesn't care who is watching when you're together? Where is the purely unselfish man who loves you unconditionally, no matter what? Where is the man who thinks you're beautiful make-up or not, night or morning after?

I understand the perfectness that goes into these Hollywood roles are exactly what gets so many viewers, and each perfect word uttered by the perfectly perfect, tanned, manly, muscular hearthrob of the minute has been carefully constructed by a room of people who write and script the show for a living...but it's not fair.

It's just not fair.

I hate cinema magic for making me crave something so perfect and magical that can never be.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Fire?'re dead.

Did anyone ever stop and look around at the tools available to us on a daily basis, in case one is stuck in a building during a fire?
I did this the other day at school and I found that on every floor there were multiple fire extinguishers behind glass, multiple hoses behind glass, and even a fire axe behind glass like the one pictured above.

I seemed to be the only person to find this rather extraordinarily comical.

I am suggesting at this point, that if you find that you are somehow trapped in a burning building with such fire fighting tools as these behind glass, you should probably just capitulate to death.

All odds are against you. Think about it, not only do you have a fire to get away from in this case, but the only tools you have to assist you are behind glass. Glass that has to be broken somehow, to get the tool out that you need to escape and survive.
Those of you that are math majors probably realize now that the chances of you getting out of the fire are, we will say 50% likely. You are also 50% likely to slit your fucking wrists open accidentally while breaking through the glass, to get the tools to escape the fire.

In a fire, it is unlikely that a person will have the time or wits to meander through halls looking for a tool to open or pry this glass case open. Most likely, as adrenaline would have it, you're gonna Chuck Norris punch that shit open to save your life.

Perhaps we could keep the extinguisher being a sliding non-metal or glass door. In which you slide open during fire and take these tools out.

I understand that it is necessary to keep tools like this behind glass, to keep the crazies away from them...especially the axe.

But if someone is fucking crazy enough to want an axe that isn't theirs when there is no fire, chances are they are willing to break through the death glass anyways.