Star light, star bright...

So I was on facebook tonight and got a reminder that tonight was a meteor shower that can be seen all across the northern hemisphere, and that the best times to see it is between 2am and 4am EST. Lo and behold, it was 2:20-something am when i remembered and immediately looked out my window hoping that the city lights wouldn't hinder my view. 

As I'm standing there looking up at an almost empty sky, I start to adjust my vision and hope to see something exciting. After some strain, I turn the TV and laptop off so I get as little light and reflection as possible. Standing there again like a little puppy, I saw one go across the sky over my backyard and smiled immediately. I was so happy just to have seen that, but being that it was supposed to be a "shower," I continued to search. I woke up my brother so he could come look, just to make sure my mind wasn't messing with me, and he saw it too. After he left, I looked again and there... there it was... I saw the shower. I loved it so much and was so amazed by it that I felt like crying. Mind you, this person is not a very emotional one in general, yet there I was feeling so happy just to be watching it. And at the same time, knowing so many people were missing this. I was dying to call people I know so they could look or go outside and share the coolness with me, but knew I couldn't. 

It's so amazing to me... just that little part of what God made is so amazing. I could sound ridiculous for saying this, but things like this make me feel more alive then I was just before seeing it. If I'm over doing the experience, so be it. Maybe I over-appreciate the little things? I don't even know if that is a word/expression or if that makes any sense, but its so great to me. 

Any who, long story short [too late], yay for meteor showers, life, and seeing future meteor showers without city lights. 

What's the meaning of life?

the answer is 42. 

If you were at all confused as to what the meaning of life was, or why you are here.. that is it. the question is answered. i dont have to sit here and dissect all the possible reasons, its done. :) okay, we all can relax now. 

Look me in the eyes

Yesterday, while watching the news, McCain and Obama's speeches were on live while they were in florida. McCain's speech was first and he was speaking about his plans on the energy issue and all that. He was looking around at the crowd, occasionally to the camera... the usual, yes? 

Then we have Obama's speech up next, and he is speaking on the same subject of course. Next, I notice something very unnerving and interesting... he does not speak from his mind! He speaks straight from a script every time he does a speech! Who ever the poor schmuck (watch Definitely Maybe) is that is writing these speeches is really quite good because all the obama supporters seem to be drawn to these very speeches. 

In another speech I saw this morning at a local bank, the same issue was brought to my attention. Obama was in Michigan, and was simply saying the names of some senators who are supporting him. And even that he could not say himself. 

None of what he says comes from the heart, not one bit. Most of what he has proclaimed since the beginning has been a lie, so why stop now right? Yes, no politician is the gatekeeper of truth, but when a potential president of the United States (of whom so many praise for his words) cannot make a speech without reading lines... there is a problem. Even more so when he and almost 100% of U.S. citizens criticize the current president for his lack of speech abilities. 

 

Who is this face we put with the speeches? what are his real opinions? 

trust me when I say, you will find out. 

The pointless effort

Amidst something foreign

I long to ignore him

Yet here I am

A childish feeling

Yet here I am

I'm not one for kneeling

and here I stand

I'll never be what he wants

Yet here I am

He isn't all I want

Yet here I am

I'm swimming in maybe's

Yet here I am

The tricks exchanged daily

Yet here I am

I lie on the pavement

An act of enslavement

Yet here I am

Oh how I wish you'd prove me wrong

I'll be here till the feeling is gone

-S

It doesn't matter to me how this came out, what matters is that it did come out. I won't be dissecting the type of poem it is or if it is grammatically correct. It is in me, it is on here, it is my words, they are clear. take what you will, leave the negative because this is imperfect, unsettling, confused, content, me.

St. auguspleen

Hello all... or none. lol.

I have just arrived at St. augustine a few hours ago, and so far it has been fun and hilarious. It started off rough because me and my family always get mad at each other when leaving on vacation for some reason (dont ask me why, its the biggest mystery i have yet encountered). But since we got here, we have been laughing as usual. We have been walking locally tonight and investigating things without permission of course haha, then tried to find a restaurant at 10:30 pm and ended up at a latin restaurant (which we never go to in Miami... go figure...) so that was a trip. And certainly, you know me and the momma danced quite a bit. 

The ride up here was supposed to be 8 hours... ha! i knew that was a lie. it was maybe 6 hours. and it flew by because i had my blessing of an ipod, and my book... thank God lol. 

Anyway, this vacation seems to be prospering well... my cheeks hurt from laughing, and i'm so glad because i was not having a good morning because of semi-disappointing event last night. Hopefully things in that arena go great also... and um, maybe i will blog that situation as well. 

Until next time..