Books + Nerds

I'm reading this awesome book right now.

It's called Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk.

It's about this girl, who had it all, then had nothing.

She was shot in the mouth and left unable to speak.

The plot is fantastic, but that's not what gets me thinking. What does is:

A) Chuck's style of writing. I love it, and I want to write like him. (And some other person I know xD...)

B) Quotes from the book:

"You have to keep recycling yourself."

"When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?"

"We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create."

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

This is all so true.

I'm not who I was yesterday, I won't be who am I right now tomorrow. We all change, everyday.

The future looks bleak, maybe it shouldn't come after all.

The Ozone layer, multiple forests, so many species of animals. We've destroyed them all. And none of it can come back. But what are we most remembered for creating? Electricity? Television? Internet?

What about creating ourselves? What happened to originality?

I'm a nerd. Proud to admit it. I host Scrabble parties and I've memorized basically all of the books and movies in Harry Potter.

I can't sing. I can't play musical instruments, yet I want to be a musician SO badly. Proud to admit that too. My flaws give me character. They give me life, instead of giving me perfection.

Perfect is boring.

Try being crazy. You call it immaturity, I call it fun.

Try being quirky. You call it obnoxious, I call it random.

Try being funny. You call it inapropriate, I call it humor.

You and me are different.

I like that.

Life

Put on your birght-red high heels, pink penny loafers, black combat-boots, blue Converse all-stars, and your brown Italian leather shoes, then walk off to your clones.

Then look at the other clones and gasp because they don't look EXACTLY like you.

Then judge them, oh yeah, they love being judged.

Then stereotype them.

Then start clone wars.

Then walk off because you've had your fair share of drama for the evening.

Don't you just love life?

Grammar

It's this.... i laaaav u + i killz u bitchez + u wunna fight + y u all up in my grill + shit... run run run!

Hi, here I am again.

I wonder if others think about what I think about.

How if people think maturely (others' feelings, consequences, ect.) or scientifically (you get this one) how they combine, if they are in each others' worlds, how they meet.

It's that..... u wunna get married + i fuckin hate u + meet me @ so and so = God, hit these morons with the grammar pillow.....PLEASE!

The wall said to the ceiling, "Meet me in the corner."

A Face In The Photograph

A face in the photograph,
As she begins to laugh.
Suddenly becomes a frozen thought,
Because you can freeze time,
Behind the camera lense.
So the past isn't left to rot.
Breathing in the cool air,
Wipping through her wild hair,
And her eyes a distant green.
Far away from me.
A silent reverie,
A memory.

Sunshine Is My New Best Friend

Did you see the sunset,
When you walked the brink,
Of the ocean?
Did you see a young girl,
Collecting seashells by the shore?
Did you go to Paris,
Like you've always wanted?
Did you meet your perfect woman?
Cause I wasn't her heretofore?

Well if you ever have time,
To send me a postcard,
Telling me where you've been,
I'll write you back,
Telling you that,
Nothing's changed since then.
I miss you.

Did you write a book,
Full of all your poems?
Did you sign some autographs,
And dance with your new born child?
Did you plant your roots,
Way out westbound.
Have you even found that,
When you think of me you smile.

Well if you ever have time,
To send me a postcard,
Telling me where you've been,
I'll write you back,
Telling you that,
Nothing's changed since then.
I've learned to play guitar,
I've wrote some songs,
Toured in other states.
I always think of you,
When your gone,
Are you missing me?

And I saw you on the streets,
And you looked so happy.
Smiling with your kids,
Carrying around some candy.
I'm still lonely,
I don't know what to do now.
Oh,
They always say it's so easy to fall in love.
But it's so hard to fall out.

Well if you ever have time,
To send me a postcard,
Telling me where you've been,
I'll write you back,
Telling you that,
Nothing's changed since then.
I've been dancing on the lines,
I'm doing fine,
You don't have to worry.
I always think of you,
When your gone,
Are you missing me?
Are you missing me?
Are you missing me?
Are you missing me?
Cause I'm missing you.

To Shoot For The Clouds, Aim For The Stars

I was born a skeleton,
In a plate of armor.
A shell to fix up,
Call my home.
Hidden in the shadows,
Of your ego.
Can you step back,
Put every nook and cranny,
In your backpack,
Please?
I've got another question,
For your mousetrap,
Sprang,
Away a long time ago.
So pick up your flashlight,
Walk out into the forest,
Of this cold night.
Set down a cookie jar,
And search for,
The missing pieces of,
The puzzle that's so hard,
To finish,
Everyone has something in it's,
Home.

So, keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.
Keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.

I took a trip to heaven,
And bought a souvenir.
For the road trip,
On the cold days,
And lies to plug in a bottle,
On light weights.
I want a ceiling,
Filled to from wall to wall,
With my history.
Memories can bargan,
At the toy shop's knees,
Oh but you can try to play.
Can you make the sky fall?
I want to see the stars,
On a daytime stroll.
Walking past the houses,
Of your absent rolls.
Played by all the nuns and saints.

So, keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.
Keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.

The sky is so high,
That if there was an explosion,
You wouldn't even notice,
The cerulean fade.
Thus, we're too wrapped up.
In the perfect moment,
Oh it's so impotent,
When you count the days.
Do you have change?
Spare for a billion,
Of the cutest kisses,
On your lovers lips and,
When you wantch the sunset,
Do you notice how the gold is kind of grey?

So, keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.
Keep going yeah,
Keep strong and,
Find a smile,
Then put it in your pocket.
Walk off like your not even bothered.
This right shouldn't feel so wrong now.

The sky is so high,
That if there was an explosion,
You wouldn't even notice,
The cerulean fade.
Thus, we're too wrapped up.
In the perfect moment,
Oh it's so impotent,
When you count the days.
Do you have change?
Spare for a billion,
Of the cutest kisses,
On your lovers lips and,
When you wantch the sunset,
Do you notice how the gold is kind of grey?

Narcissistic

Like I was born to live for you. To eat, sleep, breathe for you. Like I have no social life, I spend all day drooling over you and your god complex. Like I am not a human being, I have no feelings, I just know that I worship you, love you, want you. Is that all you think of me? That I'm this worthless piece of garbage you can throw away with the snap of your fingers? I am more than comes to mind when you think of me.

We were born to be a skeleton. What we do in this world can only make a difference if what we do in the world has any significance to anything other than what's "in" at the moment. Grow up. Put down your cell phones, log off of the internet, close down your laptops. Make someone smile, make someone laugh. Make a difference.

As if that'll ever happen.