since when did it matter where the outside world fit in?

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:
When you are in deep trouble, say nothing,
and try to look like you know what you're doing.

This was a cute email, but it made me think:
Judgement is often the main reason that everyone is so obsessed with their ego. It's all about who you hang out with and what they do and how pretty they are or aren't. I am guilty as much as everyone in judging people at first sight, but it is sickening to think that this is really the basis for what people think the person is actually like. I always do my best to give people the benefit of the doubt. They may not appeal to me at first but some shining quality may come through and they could be such a great person in the end. This is not to say everyone is a saint, but I think there is good in everyone, and it should be our job to seek out the best in people. Then we may help them figure out that their not so great qualities can be changed or improved upon. That, I suppose, is my mission statement in life.

I do however reserve the right not to apply this reasoning to one person, most everyone knows who this would be, and I have been put down too much by this person to even consider being nice back. Too bad this post had to end on a bad note, but he called and put me down for the final time.

I thought I lived on Hillsborough...

Look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
Just listens to abuses
And by the kitchen sink...

She thinks, "Hey!
Why do I live to this?
I'm latest on life
How did it end like this?"
Oh, when the roads in her heart fall
And she feels the weight of life
And the colors mix together to grey
Grey Street

Begging now the difference
She prays to God most everynight
Although she swears He doesn't listen
There's hope in her that He just might

She said, "I Pray!" "I Pray!" "I Pray!"
"But they fall on deaf ears
I'm supposed to take it all on myself
To get out of this place."

But when the roads in her heart fall
And then she rode the light in
Oh, the pain now seems it's over
And again she sees the pain
And then the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street

It's all colored in again
Take what you can from your dreams
Make it real as anything
Takes the work out of the courage

She said, "Please!" "Please!" "Please!"
"There's someone sleeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world."

And the wrong in her whole plan
Is as hopeless as the day she came
And the man she calls her father
Ignores her and ignores her pain

Oh, when I walk out in the morning
In all this sunlight
And all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
It's Grey Street, you go

So, don't lose your heaven
Don't convince yourself you're done
Just 'cause the things around you seem heavy
Doesn't mean you can't get off this ground

When you hold me down in the heartland
Move out and, oh, the wait is over
Oh, might notice of your worry
One another daylight
And the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
To grey...

people are strange

I had a table tonight that was strange, a bit fun but moreso strange. It was twenty men from Montreal who are here to play in a soccer tournament. They were an interesting bunch. They were just there to have fun but did say and do some absrurd things. It would probably seem nasty here, but honestly there are people who have creeped me out far more than these men. They did end up apologizing to me for their behavior. But at the end of the night they each kissed me on the cheek goodbye - strange but sweet. It is their custom after all. Maybe I should have been more offended by it all, but I had been having one of those days when you feel like dirt under someone's shoe, so I was relieved for a little distraction.

moon shadow

I always at least try to look for the positive in life, this song is just sweet and optimistic. Not exactly how I am feeling right now, but David Weale always gives the best quotes: "Feelings are always real but never true." Interpret that as you like. Maybe even let me know me what you think.

I was in my religious history class tonight, which is where I got this quote. I love it. I think it is the first university class I have taken that I truly look forward to. And it is funny how in class he speaks about religion and Jesus (I told Prof. Weale a story and he laughed! It was a good thing as I was trying to be funny, yet unoriginal) and it reminds me of church, but its the kind of church that I would actually like to attend. I was raised Catholic but I have since become disillusioned by it all, organised religion specifically. I don't want to get into a whole argument about religion here, so I will just say that I believe in spirituality. And the point of this all is... spirituality is what Prof. Weale is truly teaching and he is good at it.