cryogenic's blog

we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles

we try to remember our alibis

we tell lies to our parents we hide in their rooms

we bury our secrets in the garden

of course we could never make this love last

i said of course we could never make this love last

the only love we know is love for ourselves

we bury our secrets in the garden

(not my words - lyrics from the bloc party song 2 more years. Find it at www.blocparty.com)

It woke me up again. The same old dream. It's the one where something happened and it all ended up somewhere else. Is this normal?

The grass is always greener on the other side.

Really?

I mean, 'always' is a strong word. Sometimes they surely neglect it a little or the summer sun drys it out or they pave paradise and put up a parking lot. In that kinda situation the grass isn't greener. Its greyer or blacker depending on your tarmac.

All I'm saying is maybe we should learn to enjoy the grass we got... or I'm just jealous that they've all got somewhere to put their car which doesn't ruin my garden.

I see a little silhouetto of a man, but I will not do the fandango!

You can't make me.

Is the glass half full or half empty?

To be honest I ordered garlic bread, so do you think you could change this and get me the manager.

Thanks.

Goals, Plans and Hopes...

Well I hope it doesn't hurt too much. I hope tommorow is better than today. I hope I remember my lines. I hope this love lasts forever. I hope nothing gets in my way. I hope I get that phone call. I hope people like me for who I am. I hope this isn't a kiss goodbye.

I plan to exercise once this week. I plan to phone my Mum before she phones me. I plan great days out. I plan on big bits of paper in colourful pens. I plan to say the things I mean more often. I plan to spend more time with the ones I love. I plan birthday parties.

My goals are always at the other end of the pitch. There are always defenders in the way.

I hope it works this time.

I put on the news today. I shouldn't have. So many people hurting each other. So much destruction through warfare, natural disaster and mans meddling in the environment.

And all I could think was... do I fancy a cup of tea or coffee.

I chose tea.

This is not a spam blog. This is just a rubbish blog.

Somewhere there's a poor defenseless child leading a normal life. If you send this blog to 1000000 friends then you can make sure that that child stays safe. However if you don't, then again little will happen. Well, nothing that could be attributed to your actions really, because if we're honest life is fairly random and a little unpredictable at the best of times. The chances of your emailing anyone affecting someone's life you haven't met is unlikely. Unless it was one of those petition things to help save the walrus or to stop one army invading some country a long way away. Though what can those kind of emails do anyway? I feel fairly sceptical of them. I feel fairly sceptical about being sceptical to be honest. I mean who's realy definite about much these days. The big message I pick up on from tv with all this hi tech advertising is don't stand out from the crowd. Conform. Drink this brand. Wear that brand. Just do it. It's the real thing. As opposed presumably to the other thing which isn't that real. In fact it's totally unreal. Fictional some might say. Just a figment of some advertisers imagination for all of us to buy into.

And then there's that poor defenseless child leading a normal life. Won't someone think of the children?

I should get out more.