Name: Ianthe M. Belisle Dempsey
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Age: 17
Favorite philosopher: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Been there
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
Time travel
And, yes!!
I say that time travel
Really does already exist
But not through the sciences
And through physics
But it exists within the power
Of our own minds
To illuminate our own memories
And now through some
Subliminal hypnotic state of mind
One can recede back
Into one's own previous life
Not to extract precise, minute details
But to re-inhabit vague transcendental experiences of pre-existential... optimism
A time before any ability to reason
Is actually set
A time before logic covers
All the dimensions of our thinking
And if we're lucky
We can even dissolve back
To a time of glorious, superhuman
Space and time
A time when all things seem possible
check these sweet tunes.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
It's my party, I'll deny if I want to.
At the time during which I was cultivating this partythrowing persona it seemed like something awesome. Being an awkward freshman in high school and having the reputation of a social butterfly on rollerskates who threw the best parties and threw them often may have helped me get comfortable with the new social climate that high school brings, but now it's just obnoxious.
I don't even know what it is that people like so much about my parties. There's people playing whatever video game on the big TV, Smash on the little TV, computers are up (we have two right next to each other in the same room) and this one (has its own surround sound/woofer)'s got iTunes and LimeWire running, and then there's invariably a separate sect of people who just sit in my room all night talking and drawing on my walls/ceiling. Also, I live conveniently down the street from a McDonald's and a 7-11, so there's people floating in and out. They're always all-nighters, too, there's often a dude and his bitch (it's too late/early for PCness) on the futon or something at 2am. Also, we fill the bathtub with ice cubes and put cans of pop in there. Never drugs, never alcohol, my dad's home EVERY TIME. Hmm. Reading this back to myself, I guess I kinda understand.
Still.
People keep coming up to me at school like, "when's your next party?" or something to that extent, and it's just... aggravating! Especially since all my friends are slobs, and when I tell them to help me clean stuff up, apparently since it's not their house they don't have to listen. Or they consider it home so, again, they don't have to help out.
Of course after a while it had been getting to the point where I had parties as a guise for my boyfriend at the time being able to sleep over. Everyone else there had fun and whatever, but I just wanted an excuse for him to be over. So I had them nearly every couple weekends, which is how the whole frequent-partier-miles reputation developed.
Someone else needs to take up the mantle and have fun parties for all of these people to go to so they stop bothering me and I can be the guest instead of the hostess with the mostess for once.
This post was inspired by my best friend texting me today saying "you're having a New Year's party, right?" (which was annoying enough as it is, I never said anything about having one and she just assumes that I am). I told her no, she asked me why not and said that I "have kickass parties", and I told her firstly I'm sick of people assuming/asking this, and second that it's because I'm sick of people fucking up my house. I cited the fact that Slurpees are now banned from my house because she and Matt (I'll save the problems that arise when the three of us are together for another teen angsty post) always leave their damn half-empty giant-king-monster-mega size Slurpee cups at random places in my house regardless of how many times I tell them to move them. She got all offended and said, quote, "dang. I don't know what the hell your problem is but get the stick out of your ass. merry Christmas to you to. shit girlie."
I'm sick of people.
I'm sick of people. Honestly. By that I mean, I'm sick of people asking/telling me to have a New Year's party, or asking me why not when I refuse, or continuing to try to convince me after some combination of the aforementioned.
At the time during which I was cultivating this partythrowing persona it seemed like something awesome. Being an awkward freshman in high school and having the reputation of a social butterfly on rollerskates who threw the best parties and threw them often may have helped me get comfortable with the new social climate that high school brings, but now it's just obnoxious.
I don't even know what it is that people like so much about my parties. There's people playing whatever video game on the big TV, Smash on the little TV, computers are up (we have two right next to each other in the same room) and this one (has its own surround sound/woofer)'s got iTunes and LimeWire running, and then there's invariably a separate sect of people who just sit in my room all night talking and drawing on my walls/ceiling. Also, I live conveniently down the street from a McDonald's and a 7-11, so there's people floating in and out. They're always all-nighters, too, there's often a dude and his bitch (it's too late/early for PCness) on the futon or something at 2am. Also, we fill the bathtub with ice cubes and put cans of pop in there. Never drugs, never alcohol, my dad's home EVERY TIME. Hmm. Reading this back to myself, I guess I kinda understand.
Still.
People keep coming up to me at school like, "when's your next party?" or something to that extent, and it's just... aggravating! Especially since all my friends are slobs, and when I tell them to help me clean stuff up, apparently since it's not their house they don't have to listen. Or they consider it home so, again, they don't have to help out.
Of course after a while it had been getting to the point where I had parties as a guise for my boyfriend at the time being able to sleep over. Everyone else there had fun and whatever, but I just wanted an excuse for him to be over. So I had them nearly every couple weekends, which is how the whole frequent-partier-miles reputation developed.
Someone else needs to take up the mantle and have fun parties for all of these people to go to so they stop bothering me and I can be the guest instead of the hostess with the mostess for once.
This post was inspired by my best friend texting me today saying "you're having a New Year's party, right?" (which was annoying enough as it is, I never said anything about having one and she just assumes that I am). I told her no, she asked me why not and said that I "have kickass parties", and I told her firstly I'm sick of people assuming/asking this, and second that it's because I'm sick of people fucking up my house. I cited the fact that Slurpees are now banned from my house because she and Matt (I'll save the problems that arise when the three of us are together for another teen angsty post) always leave their damn half-empty giant-king-monster-mega size Slurpee cups at random places in my house regardless of how many times I tell them to move them. She got all offended and said, quote, "dang. I don't know what the hell your problem is but get the stick out of your ass. merry Christmas to you to. shit girlie."
I'm sick of people.
Ianthe. posted at 12:50 AM