This road

I just wonder sometimes
If this is the road I am
Supposed to be on
I hope one day
It leads right back to you
When that day came that we parted
A new life for me started
But I still miss your smiling face
And the beauty in your eyes
I dream one day
That I will wake up and look back at you
Until then I am happy
Until then I am living
Until then I am fine
Maybe one day I will be even luckier
If that day comes
Then I will be ready

Am I made of rubber?

Well as the title says... I am wondering if I am actually some human-rubber hybrid. I always seem to bounce back from bad news quickley. Thanking my lucky stars for that. I am slowly getting used to the idea of living in Golden again for the next 10
months... and surprisingly.... I'm a lookin' and I'm a likin' (haha... Ben Stiller cracks me up). Any-hoo. Yes, the G-spot should be a good time. How can I stay angry when I will have a free pass to Kicking Horse Mountain Resort? As well, I will be getting a better education with the Adventure Tourism and Business Operations course in comparison to the Expedition course I was originally registered in. Sadly, there will be no travelling through the United States or Mexico. No mountain biking either. But all in all.... I can deal. This way I can keep focussing on my art and becoming a healthier person with yoga and nutrition. Hell, I might even be able to start a business with the training I will recieve? You never know what can happen. I re-learned that little bit of information a few days ago didn't I? Never will I forget. Life is always changing, to be happy... I just have to roll with the punches.

"OOOh, Heaven is a place on Earth...."

Well.... here is my most controversial blog up to date: Here it goes.
I am pretty sure that there is a special place reserved for all the bible (or Koran, Book of Mormon, etc.) thumping religeous people out there, who continue to hide behind their idea of "GOD" while trashing this beautiful planet that "GOD" created. Somewhere there is a giant disconnect, maybe in their brains? That special place that I imagine exists? It is definately not called heaven.

Just remember this little bit of information

A good idea to keep this in mind: "The Earth has all the time in the world.... we as human beings do not". Mother Nature has been through the ringer before. She has been slammed by asteroids, weathered multiple ice-ages and warmings, dealt with mass extinction... the list goes on. Granted, I don't think she has ever experienced the wrath of the corporation dominated, pollution happy, industrial 'revolution' (I say revolution with not one ounce of pride) all running on dumbed down, empty consumerism. Regardless though.... EARTH will survive. She may lose practically every species on this planet (but that has happened before), she may take millions of years to disintigrate and heal our destruction..... but she will survive. WE WILL NOT. Too bad.... we really were special weren't we? So smart and all, we thought we could outsmart even the course of evolution................ s-m-r-t. Who the fuck let the monkeys evolve?

Door number two had better be made of fucking gold

Here is the cliche: When one door closes... another door opens. Well dammit... there had better be something really spectacular behind door number two. I received a phone call today from The College of The Rockies. They called to inform me that there were not enough people in the specialized course that I was planning on taking... and that it was cancelled! Two people had suddenly dropped out yesterday. The woman on the other end gave me four options... that I am frantically weighing, so I can decide what to do. School was supposed to start in three weeks. I quit my job a few months back in preparation for school. I have been residing in my mother's home this summer because my boyfriend and I, of three years, recently split. All of my worldly possessions are piled in boxes in a friend's home; along with my two lizards. My scholarship is extremely fickle..... Fuck! That is all I have to say.

Painting a pretty picture....

I love to paint. It has taken me so long to jump on the courage and ride it to this point in my artistic awareness. I had such an inferiority complex with my artwork. Everyone else seemed so much more talented. It has only been in the last year that I just literally said "Fuck it!" Everyone else does not do MY artwork... they are talented in THEIR artwork. Each person has a brain of their own, and can create something extremely different but equally as beautiful as the next artist. When I think of the years that I have wasted worrying that I couldn't properly express the feeling I had inside me onto canvas.... I am sad for the beautiful creations I have missed out on. Everything is a learning experience though. So... no regrets. I am just happy that I have allowed my creativity to burst from it's little protective bubble. My paintings are beautiful. I know they are... I have talent; and I am confident enough to say so.

Binary city system

I can see in binary
All I can see are zero's and one's
Those are the only two numbers
That this rat's nest, rat's race
Supports in any way
You are either a zero or a one
It is easy to fall from one to zero
But difficult to go from zero to hero

I know the reason we are on this planet

That reason is to have connections with other human beings. Simple. As simple as that.... we are here to connect and love. That is it. That is all.

If you are reading, let me know.

I sometimes wonder if you read my blog. I still look at yours. You have so much talent. Did you just read that? I wonder if you saw my paintings how you would react. I think you would be surprised at my talent too. It still surprises me. Are you interested in what I need to get off of my chest? Tell me... do you care at all about what I have to say? I still feel like I would care about what you would have to say. Love just never ends. Does it? I wonder if you read my words.

"Times, they are a-chaaaanging" - courtesy of Mr. Bob Dylan

Do you feel it? Something big is going to happen. Good or bad. It just depends on which angle you are looking at it. There are only so many threads in the spider web that can be broken... before the entire web collapses, and just blows away in the wind.