splendid afternoons (good days)

greetings, my fellow earthlings. what a beautiful day it is for residents of palmer, alaska. unfortunately i am sitting in a stuffy office, howvever i am located in front of a rather large window with a spectacular view. it's of the sky mainly, which is one true beauty that will never be duplicated. i just love how nature is full of colors and shades...even the seemingly most depressing have hidden beauty. in fact, my favorite color (or shade) is gray. i absolutely adore how the sky looks on a gray day. i do not find such a time to be gloomy at all, but most people do. isn't it strange how most humans relate an emotion with a color? for example: red=anger, blue=sadness, yellow=happiness. i do find it rather odd, but that's just me.

hey buttholes. its a nice day in alaska. too bad i'm stuck in the office. i do have a nice view though. i love trees and mountains and stuff. they're pretty. i like cloudy days. gray is my favorite color. i don't think its depressing like normal people. colors aren't feelings.

i detest when people ask "is 'insert noun here' making your life a drag?". i find this question to be perfectly obtuse! life is never something to toy with. saying your life is a drag is an action of the most ungrateful nature. life is precious in every way and at all times. if you had no life that would mean you either do not exist or have died. let me ask you this; which seems like more of a drag to you, going through life or being dead?

i hate when people ask "does your life suck?" thats just stupid. life is serious. if you say you have no life you should just die. you're alive aren't you? so shut up and live.

suicidal people are completely ungrateful. most all the people who commit suicide have hate rediating throughout their force of energy. that is no way to be. i pity them, to be sure. my only wish is that more people, perhaps all, could enjoy life as i do and see the true potential at happiness that lies within themselves. the world could be such a better place. with happiness in all our hearts there would be peace between all mankind. a believe a world as such is indeed possible. it starts with me and ends with you.

suicidal people are babies. people who off themselves just hate hate hate. i'm so much better than them. i think everyone should love life. the world would be a better place if everyone were happy. i think its possible. pop a prozac and smile on. peace and love baby!


i never truly knew what i wanted out of life, but now i do. i want love, laughter, truth, and happiness...all at the same time. and i need for what i want to be shared with the rest of the world, but the rest of the world needs it to be shared with their wants. and that is exactly what we need to change.

i never really knew what i wanted, but now i do. i want to be happy and all that good stuff. i want everyone else to want what i want. but no one really cares what i want. someone needs to fix that.

well...i best be getting back with my life.

well i gotta get back to doing nothing.

peace. love. happiness.

unicorns and leprechauns

imperfectly adequate (good enough)

my, my...i have been away for far too long. i am deeply regretful and offer to you my sincerest apologies. you may be wondering what has caused my elongated absence...and yet, you may not. i would suspect the latter, but i am going to inform you despite the fact that you most likely do not care.

it's been awhile. sorry. you might be wondering why i haven't blogged in awhile. or maybe you don't even give a crap. probably the second one. but i'm gonna tell you anyway even though you don't care.

following the night after my first attempt at blogging, i was so excited to write another. early in morn when the dew still lingered on the freshly cut blades of grass i awoke from my chambers and nestled comfortably on the computer desk chair. i cranked my neck to the left and to the right, releasing the tension which was brought on by the hard slumber i had endured. i reached upward with both my arms, completing the fourth stretch of the morning. more out of habit than requirement, i popped each and every one of my knuckles. it only made my typing all the more swift.

i was really excited to write another blog after that first one. the next morning i woke up and sat down at the computer. i stretched...a lot.

predictable was the circumstance. i suppose some resignation or some such requirement of a technical matter had timed out and all the text on the screen were transformed into hieroglyphics.

i should've know. i guess i suck. everything i wrote was in weird writing.
[that sentence makes no sense whatsoever to me. this is the best i could come up with.]

thus the basis of my bummed out attitude, and the means to a beginning of blogging deprivation.

so thats why i'm bummed, and this blog sucks.

a new day has begun, and i have found myself a computer with sufficient aptitude to allow such an act. i am grateful, for now i get to rant on about random matters to whomever comes across this sad little page of mine. sorry about that, by the way. i do not wish to reveal the sentiments of a most depressing nature to you. i only wish to tell a story. a story with no point of existence, but a story nonetheless.

its a different day and i'm on a better computer. i'm so happy now that i can write about random stuff for anyone that happens to click on that stupid link on my myspace page. sucks to be you. i don't wanna whine. i want to tell a story, a pointless story.


a note for the wise: do not trust ziploc baggies, or any plastic bags of the sort. they will rape your food of its every amiable quality and leave behind a bitter taste of displeasure. it was earlier this very day that i decided to pack some vanilla wafers into such a container. what a wrong decision it was. eleven perfectly delicious wafers are now sitting ruined at the bottom of a wastebasket, atop its malicious fiend of a carrier.

ziploc baggies suck. they make everything you put in them taste nasty. earlier today i put some vanilla wafers in a baggie. that was a stupid idea. they tasted like crap so i threw them away.

i better return to my duties. i am needed for the next half hour, and then homeward bound i be. i shall return to this blog someday. i am not making any promises about when or how, but i know one day i will return.

i gotta go pretend to do something for a half hour and then i'm going home. i'll blog some more sometime. i don't know when, but i will.

until then..much love,
c.s. motley

xoxo
gossip girl

no light propitious shone (dark?)

i had often wondered what it would be like to post blogs and be a "blogger", though i had never really acted upon my curiosity. until now, that is..obviously, otherwise what is this text you are reading? anyway, now that we have all established the fact that i had wondered what writing a blog would feel like and that i finally let my wonderous nature succumb to actual knowledge and started to write this very blog...we can move on.

i sometimes thought about having a blog but i never actually got one. but now i'm bloggin'. duh! thats what you're reading now. its a blog. now on to more pointless chatter.

i am sitting in a chair that wants to constantly roll backwards. it is a bit of a struggle just to sit. perhaps if i moved a block of wood behind the wheels or duct taped the legs to the plastic office mat beneath me. wow, i never thought i'd be saying anything so superfluous. then again, i was being sarcastic. i am rather sarcastic. you must come to me in full expectance of disbelief in some of my words, for that is what i wish. i don't know why i do it. it's not as if i am trying to be humourous, because whatever it is i say, it's never funny. well, i suppose never is too harsh a word, how about rarely ever. that's more than never. i have to give myself some credit.

i'm sitting in a chair that keeps rolling back. its hard to sit. maybe i should sit in a chair that doesn't have wheels. wow, i never thought i'd say anything so stupid. i was being sarcastic. you should never take what i say seriously, its a joke. too bad i'm not funny.

well..isn't this just dandy? i am not nearly into the introduction of my first blog, and i must end it. it turns out, the chair that i am sitting in, the very chair i mentioned not moments ago..is located at my mother's office. it's nearly one in the ante meridiem and we really must get home to catch up on some serious movie time. well, the movies are for me. sleep is what my mother has planned...to be sure.

well...isn't this cool? i've hardly even started my first blog and i already have to go. this death trap i'm sitting on is at at my moms office. it's almost 1 am and we're leaving. i've gotta watch movies all night and my mom needs sleep.

well..i promise to continue this journey of mine in the land of blogging someday soon. this is definitely not adequate to be called my first blog, though technically it is. let's just call this one..my first attempt at bloggism.

well..i promise to blog again soon. this isn't good enough to be called a blog but whatever. its just a sad attempt at blogging.

'til we meet again!

later suckers!