WOAAAHHHHHH! It's funny how life gets in the way eh? Like just recently I've been contemplating whether or not to invent/build a machine that can freeze time for up to 24 hours, that way I could get all my stuff done, and get a few hours extra sleep. That would be amazing, just me moving about whilest others are frozen in time. Why isn't there a machine like that out there, and why isn't it available exclusivly to me? There's a question to ponder. Anywhos, like i said life has definatly been geting in my way; work, school, scholarships, yearbook, portfolio, band trips..... the list sadly goes on forever. But I expect it's like that for everyone, so don't pity me, pity everyone who has a busy life in general. despite the busyness, I hada good day today, I had soup for lunch and I must say, there is nothing quite like delicious soup for lunch to make an already good day into a great one! wouldn't you agree? Well that is enough babbling for one nights time, I now must whisk myself away to prepare for tomorrow's history exam.....ta ta

Homework

So, for English I have to "write a poem in response to the poem we just read, oh and you should be doing the draft in your journals, OK? Oh, and the draft is do tomorrow!" Poetry, as much as a loathe it mostly, shouldn't be forced like this, do it by tomorrow, and by the way that class if first block too, so no doing it on my spare. Poetry should just flow, and there shouldn't be a deadline, a given topic, poetry is kinda opposite that in some ways, because there is no set formation, topic, or deadline, that, to my understanding and knowledge, is what poetry should be, no? Well anyways, despite all that, I still have to do it, and that sucks because right now I'm feeling particularly uninspired, and I figured I'd try and get inspired by writing this... I feel total and complete writers block. All i have so far is .....ahem......
Poetry is
to me
as
And uh yeah that's pretty much it! I have no idea what should come after the as. I've been sitting here for half an hour trying but I just can't, but I have to do it, because "I was feeling particularly uninspired last night" isn't really a good excuse, and I'm not planning on using it, and I strongly advise you out there never to use that excuse in any situation. Anyways this is a poem that I now love, (and I have to write a response poem to,) by Regie Gibson, you may have heard it, it's called Alchemy(peace out):
PRONOUN/NOUN/PREPOSITION/NOUN
PRONOUN/NOUN/PREPOSITION/NOUN
PRONOUN/ADJECTIVE/VERB/NOUN/PREPOSITION/NOUN
NOUN/VERB/ADVERB/CONJUNCTION/ARTICLE/NOUN
PREPOSITION/PRONOUN/NOUN

this/eroticism/of/language
this/copulation/of/words
this/slow/burning/fuck/of/syllables
poetry/is/more/than/the/sum
of/its/parts

not so titled

Whoa. Long time no talk. It's OK keep your pants on! Life's been crazy I guess, you know how it is. There's really nothing too important to say. Even though the last few days were a blur, the few things I can reflect on this past week are a great nap, finally being warm when I sleep, and ceramics. It's weird, I always think of blog worthy things when I'm no where near my computer,and then once a remember to do a blog entry those things all vanish from my mind, how ironic eh? So I usually just end up rambling on, like so.... yeah. Now this is a totally random thought, but I'm just gonna throw it out there. So the other day at work I say this couple come in and tie their dog at he entrance of the store, so that he wasn't outside in the cold, but wouldn't come all the way into the store and wreak havoc. And this was a pretty young little puppy, very cute, and soft, he was very friendly to anyone who would go up and pet him, but he didn't get too excited. Then when he saw his owners going through the till he started crying and pulling on his leash, like he was reassured that they hadn't abandoned him and that they were still present somewhere around him. And as they started to walk towards him he couldn't sit still, his tail wagging so hard it looked like it was about to fall off, and he tried to sit down but his legs couldn't stay still. He was whimpering and whining as they approached, and his eyes so full of excitement like he couldn't contain it all even if he tried. One of the owners bent down to untie his leash, and he nearly exploded with joy. The little puppy gave me this weird thought. That dog was so in love with his owners he couldn't even sit still when they were near, he was trying to escape to get closer to them, he was whining, whimpering for them to notice him. And I wondered two things, first if that was what it was like to be in love, I later came to the conclusion that love probably felt that way, even though I've never been in love, and second what that dog felt like, what that feeling was like, to be in love with someone so much you can't sit still when they are near you, you want them to always be around you and touching you, talking to you, I wonder what that amount of excitement feels like. I actually envied that puppy, for what he was feeling, I was in awe of him. That must feel so wonderful, to have such joy spreading through you when someone you're in love with comes near you, or in sight of you, or talks to you. I actually don't know where I was going with this but, I just needed to get that thought out of my head for now. anywhos
peace

good days

Today was Good day, you know when you just have a good day, and you reflect at the end of the day, and you are like "that was a good day." Yeah I totally had one today, it was great, I mean good. I got to sleep in to 7:15, and I got to play with clay for an hour in ceramics, and I didn't have to do my oral in English, it was a good day. I hope that tonight is a good night, but I'm dreading tomorrow because nothing can top my good day, especially cause I have work. That's the downfall of having a good day, is that the next day is bound to be worse, it always happens, because you can't top the day before. Think back to all your good days, now think back to the day's following directly after the good day, they sucked didn't they?I know, but that's reality. I think that God allows you one good day a week, and the rest you have to make happen, you have to make them good, cause if you don't then the rest of the week following your good day is going to suck ass, and you know it. Yeah, God totally helps you out in the good day department of life, because He's trying to teach you how to make your own good days. Anywhos.
peace.

hates

You know what I hate? I hate it when people come into the grocery store when it's like 5 minutes to closing an buy this big shit load of food, and then are like "oh wait, let me run and get this one thing", and you're waiting, mean while the line is building up cause the other cashiers have cashed out, and you have this big long line, and the woman next in line, is like "I bet you wanna go home, eh? yeah, yeah you probably do" and you're thinking "no, you dooch, I would much rather stay here serving jerks like you all night long, even though the store closed like 5 minutes ago, and I've already been here for 5 hours now standing on the hard concrete floor, most likely screwing up my back for my future self", and then the guy comes back with like his arms full of appitizing things he just couldn't leave behind, and he's like "oh sorry, I guess I was holding up the line". Yeah I really hate that don't you? It just bugs me how inconsiderate people are, I mean I realize that everyone needs to eat, but can't you be a little more well planned, and at least come in like 15 minutes to close (mind you that's not much better). I just bugs me, that's all. I also hate it when people come along and just put their baskets up on the little conveyor belt things on a till and not unload it, and stare at you like you should feel honoured that they are coming down to your level to grace you with their presence,and what were you thinking that they would actually stoop to emptying there baskets onto your till. That really bugs me too. Like what gives you the right to look down on someone making an honest buck to try to save for university by checking bastards like you through the cash. Whatever, sometimes I just get fed up with society and work as you can probably tell. Sorry blog readers out there, but now you know what gets cashiers fed up, so that way you won't do those things, so really by reading this I'm teaching a valuable lesson. haha.Thanks for listening to my rant, I feel better, but I think I may be able to survive a little longer now.hmmmm. that was intense let me clear the air with a little joke......... why did the golfer wear two pairs of pants?..... just in case he got a hole in one. haha, i know that sucked! anywhos
peace

Salutaions

This signifies me losing my blog virginity! I never thought I would join you bloggers out there, so I guess flying pigs will be a normal, everyday sighting. Since I've never done this before, you're going to have to bare with me. I'm not really sure how this works, I suppose it's like an online diary type thing. I was never good at keeping diaries, but I'll try. I suppose you would like to know why I'm so important that I need a blog;the truth: I'm not that important, actually, I'm probably the last person who needs a blog. But anywhos, you may want to know a few things about me, I'm Alexie, I've never met another Alexie before in my whole life, the only one I've heard about is a man (Alexi Murdoch, the singer). I'm a grade 12 student, and I'm so bored of it, I can't wait to graduate. I'm an enchanting cashier, and relatively a great person, generally outgoing and fun. My favorite colour is green, and I love chocolate. I'm also an aspiring vegetarian, please encourage me on this one, it could get rough.
Thanx for reading,
peace