Saaay, you know what we’re missing these days? Some decent catch phrases! Where’d they all go? The world certainly seems a darker place without those familiar and catchy slogans lighting the way. The only phrases I recall noticing in recent times are half-baked ones like Juicy Fruit’s “Sweeeeeeet” or McDonald’s “I’m Lovin' It”. Here’s to hoping for more “Do you feel lucky? Well…do ya, punk?!” and “They’re grrrrrreat” caliber catch phrases. “Keep your paint dry” was a catch phrase I thought of when I was younger; I don’t know what it means exactly…but I stumbled upon it recently…written in an old book I have. And I’d like to think that my writing ability has improved since then…but the change doesn’t seem all that significant. It’s actually been a year now since I started writing on Blogger…and I’ve blogged my brains out…and in the end…you kind of feel like you’ve accomplished something. There are times when I should be doing something else of some importance…maybe it’s homework…or maybe it’s work-work...but the fact is, I can’t get my mind around what I’m doing, until I write what I’m doing, and get my head around where I’m going…in doing any of these things in life. You get a real sense of satisfaction seeing what you think fill a void other than the inside of your skull; and if I can bleed out these ideas for years to come…I will be satisfied.
Catch ya on the flip side,
BR80
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From a peep....
u might know me from school....grade 9 perhaps.... we starred in that famous drama of ford dealer ship... it was about the life of ford! yup Henry Ford! This was a begginning....not an end....however there had to be an end because a invisible car can not drive through walls, unless ghostly in heart. But this is not what we were trying to portray, instead it was a simple idea of the American Economy and how it effected Canada,plus a famous entrapenure! and we presented this in front of our class! I remember you, i surely do! you had blondish hair back than, brown eyes, that appeared like two windows eyeing the world.curiousity.... you were staring... thinking, whoo let these new people in here and who are they?... no...probably not! i was terrified of you, yes that is the truth, intimatdated! You might know me?
no?
hmmmm!
Grade 10 approached like a vendor selling hotdogs in his proud ancestory city of New York city of New York! ( FResh of the boat) A vendor approaching with eyes of a predator to a an old couple on the corner of the street waiting for the walk lights to appear!, waiting, wathching, glaring, strategizing! WAiting to sell his product! Yup thats how grade 10 approached... this was the year that our new wing opened up, we were an excited crew.... new computers... cafeteria food? Rooms with no walls, err i mean windows... watching videos and surfing the net in social studies, things that did not relate to the topic of social studies...perhaps? Strongbad?
no wait that was grade 11, getting ahead of myself. i see, a memory that has ceased to connect the lines! this was the year, strange i can't think of anything like this... oh wait, abotsferd ( i never really knew how close to the border of usa it was) We climbed mountains, its an actual tecnicall truth that we only climbed a foot hill, a couple of us had asthma! we also had a strom blow through, this Storm taught us how 9 people could ride a golf cart! by taking turns spinning the wheel! yes, you however, were in a cabin cleaning? as you saw this rambunckious crew swing by! Grade 11 jumps...another year.... we found that you have your lucky Britanny in your wallet from earlier years! the times where art and spare colided, you were coreaspondance of course! that year was a year pudding fights were leagal, and people burned their pants with hairspray and fire.... and did it over again once stomped out the first time! we also took the many pictures of the ol meuseum that held humbly by our side serving lunch over the past few years! lovely people! suspicious, yet lovely people!
THe lovely math periods where twister taught us odds, our teacher speaking in wise accents of the past!
12th year rolls by like a dust bunny under a bed! We are soon to be finished the 12 -13 years of school, 14 for some! Times where we discussed the theological questions with robots included! Spares were interesting! This was the year started us off in a camp with cliffs, we stayed in cabins that were supposedly western style... during the spares, we would take cards that were half our size and run across the room claiming we are victorious! Yes! yes it was true, chanted a bit in a TPee playing survial games.. at night, we were like prisoners, the teachers thought it would be fun if they call it a game where all of us students gathered at in the nothingness of darkness, down the valley hands tied with eachother in one single line... than the told us first team to "find" their way to the lodge wins! the question was "if!" as again, mentioned before we were taken to a far land into the trees and bare meadow, where the sounds of the last crickets of summer strumming thier melody, and a disturbance of WHO WHOO WHOO!echoed its night voice, each student questioned ourselves, Who was going to make it,... um first! And where were all the teachers... They were indeed inside the lodge, viking hats and all celebrating one last moment of freedom before the year starts with the noises of the halls! Us struggling through bushes, creeks, trees, lumps, darkness, hidden roots, that would rise from their tomb of the earth to startle us to a jump, golpher holes, bush twigs that would snap back at us as we try to enter the forieng woods, ehem grass,,, until as we struggled up to the stairs... and one guy jumps the wrong way towards his target and rolls is ankle in the effort, (maybe that was another day) We conqured those hindrences. Memories, memories! Grade 12, our school career was coming to an end... we were on are way to the rollercade..... us in the back, beltless for protection as the van pulled its urgent turns here and there. to the mid way of destination.... stephs house, on our way we found ways to be entertained, you sang song charlie and you were rehearsing for Grad! GRad knocked on our door, we were all going to say our good byes....until monday when school started up again for a few more weeks! and duh duh! the end! ohhh but... well we were in the filed at that time! out side of Airdrie! on hay bills this happened around 5 am, where the group of us Thomas, Charlie, Christa. you, ka and I! Truth and abstinence! we thought as the sun rose saw the appearnce of wolves.... Charlie ran up to that wolf only to find it a distance horse!
yup
So..... my moral of the story is that, hey, we should hang out sometime!
Anonymous,
i will probably give you a call soon. lol
Your memory is as vivid as is fantastical young stranger! Of course, whether you are in fact young is subject to some uncertainty...yet I assume as much seeing how you appear to have had experienced much of life during the same time as I have – and I am definitely a youngling. However, the degree of your youthfulness leaves some cause for questioning...since your words surpass the writing constraints of an adolescent...and rather exceed the insights of many full-fledged adults. Indeed, quite gnarly. Consequently I must ask...have you simply lived forever, Old Soul? Or are you my friend, Lo-J? Hmmmm?
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