Stay late and sleep in

So, I'm a little bitter. Ok, alot bitter. Let's just say I played tennis yesterday and the ball didn't make it. So I wrote this poem. It's a little sketchy but I'm sure you're smart enough to get the gist of what I'm trying to say. Read on.

Stay late and sleep in.
This can wait until the morning.
Your short attention span can't handle my long-term love.

Does your shadow still follow?
Can you sense my rage?
Am I expected to put a full stop on my feelings to make it easier for you?

Friends or foes for me to decide.
Waiting foolishly for the phone to ring.
And the sheet music that I requested is for the song that's haunting me.

The tears will dry.
My heartache will fade.
I'll find someone I can lean on and never be hurt by you again.

I'll miss those kisses.
So glad you're not number seven.
I hope your feelings are more convenient for you in the future.

Vanished

This is a poem I wrote yesterday. I hate it when songs and poetry rhyme but that's just how this one seemed to work out. I don't know how to describe this poem except to say sometimes I just feel like a big phoney. How can you tell people you know that's how you feel?

Have I gone missing?
Is it a dream?
Buried myself so deep
No one can hear me scream

Layers of lies
Put there to protect me
But it's doing the opposite
I long to break free

So different so fake
Every day something new
I can't find myself
How do you expect to?

Misplaced or lost
I've vanished. I'm gone
Shut in and shut up
I don't think I belong

I want love

I think that Mr. Elton John sums it up for me best with his song "I want love". In case you haven't seen the music video, Robert Downey Jr. lip synchs to the lyrics while walking around an old house. I really enjoy the video's simplicity. It gives you more opportunity to sit back and really take it what's being said or in this case sung. I guess I'm just in one of those weird moods today.

I want love, but it's impossible.
A man like me, so irresponsible.
A man like me is dead in places other men feel liberated.

I can't love, shot full of holes.
Don't feel nothing, I just feel cold.
Don't feel nothing, just old scars toughening up around my heart.

But I want love, just a different kind.
I want love, won't bring me down.
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in.
I want a love, that don't mean a thing.
That's the love I want, I want love.

I want love on my own terms.
After everything I've ever learned.
Me, I carry too much baggage.
Oh man I've seen so much traffic.

But I want love, just a different kind.
I want love, won't bring me down.
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in.
I want a love, that don't mean a thing.
That's the love I want, I want love.

So bring it on, I've been bruised.
Don't give me love that's clean and smooth.
I'm ready for the rougher stuff.
No sweet romance, I've had enough.
A man like me is dead in places other men feel liberated.

But I want love, just a different kind.
I want love, won't bring me down.
Won't break me up, won't fence me in.
I want a love, that don't mean a thing.
That's the love I want, I want love.

I just want to mean something to someone. But it has to be the right something and the right someone.

The Coffee House

I checked out this blog randomly today and thoroughly enjoyed myself. The Coffee House: Coffee and the law was entertaining, witty, and very well written. Check it out if you have a few minutes...you won't regret it.

Butterscotch bars

I like to bake. I may not be good at it but I enjoy it. When I was little and my Mom or Dad were cooking something I would always ask if I could stir it. Even if it didn't need to be stirred. I was there with a spoon in hand. So, now that I'm off work sick and the TV and I have become even closer than before I have been watching alot of the Food Network. I love the show "Sugar" because...well...she makes a lot of yummy looking baked goods. When I watched the butterscotch episode I didn't expect to really get excited to bake anything because 1. I don't really like butterscotch and 2. I'm sick. I shouldn't baking!! But I did get inspired and once the massive coughing attacks stop I'm going to bake me some butterscotch bars. In case you would like to as well or maybe just want to see what all the fuss is about here is the recipe. Enjoy!

Ingredients:
Base
1/4 cup unsalted butter, room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup dark brown sugar
2 eggs
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 1/4 cups all purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
Butterscotch
1/2 cup unsalted butter
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup dark brown sugar, packed
1/2 cup golden corn syrup
1/4 cup water
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup walnut pieces
3/4 cup unsweetened coconut
3/4 cup chocolate chips
1/2 cup whipping cream
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
To Assemble:
1. Preheat oven to 350° F and grease and line bottom of an 8-inch square pan with parchment paper. In a bowl, cream butter and sugars together. Add eggs and vanilla and beat until fluffy. In a separate bowl, combine flour, baking soda and salt. Add to butter mixture and stir until evenly blended. Spread batter into a prepared pan and bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until an even golden brown. Set aside to cool.
2. In a saucepot, melt butter over medium heat. Stir in sugars, corn syrup, water and salt and increase heat to medium-high. When mixture reaches a boil, stir in walnut pieces and coconut. Simmer for 7 minutes, stirring often (mixture will become thick and darker in colour).
3. Remove from heat and stir in cream and vanilla (watch for steam). Pour butterscotch over base and sprinkle chocolate chips.
4. Bake for 13 to 16 minutes, until bubbling around the edges. Allow to cool before cutting into squares or bars. Do not refrigerate.
Butterscotch Bars will keep up to 3 weeks in an airtight container.
Yield:
1 8-inch square pan.

This poem is from Season 2 Episode 19 from Sex and the City. It's a poem Carrie read at a friend's wedding. I think it's just beautiful.

His hello was the end of her endings.
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever.
His forever was as simple as her smile.
He said she was what was missing.
She said instantly she knew.
She was a question to be answered.
And his answer was "I do".

Gen the human biohazard

I am sick. Yesterday I thought I had a sore throat. This morning I couldn't talk. I went to the doctor's office today and he cringed after looking at my throat. He said there was no way I'm going to work this week and gave me a prescription. He took a throat swab and put it into a biohazard bag. But there is still stuff in my mouth. Shouldn't I be put into a giant yellow ziploc biohazard bag? I'm contagious. I could get you sick. We should be separated by a thin layer of plastic don't you think?

When I walked around today and thought my feet felt funny. I couldn't quite put my finger on it until a couple of minutes ago and realized I wasn't wearing any socks all day.

I was standing behind a lady that smelt like tuna. Very strong tuna. It was as if she was wearing a tuna perfume. It was very repulsive but at the same time I couldn't stop inhaling deeply to see if the smell was still there.

When I have nothing to do I like waiting in lines. It helps pass the time. Starbucks, the pharmacy, the B.C. biomedical centre, and finally Rogers Video. Normally I would become impatient and if someone budged in line or took along time I would get crabby. But today I was more than happy to wait. Waiting gave me something to do.

Know how I know I'm sick? I get winded crossing the street. I smell like sick. I sleep more than I'm awake. Despite the weather I crave soup and tea. I have that yucky "haven't showered for a day feeling" and I don't care.

There was a girl up ahead on the sidewalk smoking. I tried to hold my breath while I passed her because smoke bothers me. She wasn't paying attention, exhaled deeply, and stepped forward to put her cigarette out. She almost walked into me so I gasped very heavily...and inhaled the smoke I was trying so hard to avoid. Lovely.

Gloomy Sunday

I've had a couple of songs stuck in my head recently.

"Gloomy Sunday" is by Sarah McLachlan. It's a very slow, sad song but it's very romantic as well.

Sunday is Gloomy.
My hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you.
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy.
With shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know.
Let them not weep.
Let them know that I'm glad to go.
Death is no dream.
For in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.

Dreaming.
I was only dreaming.
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear.
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you.
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.


"Deliver Me" is sung by Sarah Brightman. It's got a bit of a lighter tone and I've listened to this song in the past when I felt grateful for something.

Deliver me, out of my sadness.
Deliver me, from all of the madness.
Deliver me, courage to guide me.
Deliver me, strength from inside me.

All of my life I've been in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here.
Now that I've found you I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Deliver me, loving and caring.
Deliver me, giving and sharing.
Deliver me, the cross that I'm bearing.

All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you're here.
Now that I've found you, I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Deliver me.
Oh deliver me.
Won't you deliver me.

Talladega Nights Movie Review

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby is another hilarious Will Ferrell movie. It follows the life of, you guessed it, Ricky Bobby. A working class nobody until he gets the chance of a lifetime to "go fast" and race cars. At first he's dopey and not very well spoken but he eventaully gets used to the business and developped into a dopey not very well spoken egotistical maniac. He and a fellow racer are constantly yelling "shake and bake" to eachother which is a catch phrase I'm sure will stick around for at least a month or so. Ricky Bobby faces some unecpected speedbumps (pardon the pun) in his career which include, a huge betrayal by a friend, money hungry sponsor, father issues, a fierce competator, and some major car crashes. I'm sure you've all seen the previews of this movie where Ricky Bobby is screaming for help from a list of celebrities to help put out an invisible fire while running around in his underwear. While funny in the commercial it's even better on the big screen. I'm not sure if this movie is going to be added to my DVD collection when it comes out but I'm sure I'll at least rent it so I can watch all the deleted/extended scenes and bloopers. I give this movie 4 movie reels out of 5.