Pourquoi porc bleu ?

Some things I see in life are just weird. When I was a kid I went to NYC. During that trip we went to China town where I saw a flying pig toy. The thing I thought was strange about the toy was not that fact that the pig had wings and was flying, but the pig was blue. I dedicate my blog to the random things in life and the stories they tell.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Dreams of Chinese, cheese, and ice cream

I have been laying awake in bed for over an hour now. Note that I have school bright and early tomorrow. However I still can't fall asleep, which makes me wonder why I am hungry.

Its 1am. I slept from 10-12. But now I'm starving!! This makes no sense to me. Am I always this hungry at this time?  People should just sleep so they don't know they are hungry.But that wont happen.
I kinda wish I had a mini fridge in my room for precisely this moment.  But I would most likely take advantage of it and gain weight. 

As you can tell I am a. Sleepy b. Bored c. hungry d. Inquisitive.  But this empty hole in my stomach is just asking to be filled win food. Glorious food! I am thinking Chinese carry out, ice cream sunday,  a whole lot of cheese,  and a dairy queen ice cream cake. But PB+J would suffice, for now. But I think I take for granted the easy access to food I have. For that I am so thankful. Well I think the pigs blue enough, time to dream of Chinese carry out and ice cream!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Realizing

Today I realized that i live in my own world. My friends and family think that we all live in the same world, but they are wrong. Or am I wrong? Whatever the case may be I feel as though I live two lives. To many people I am an athlete who is perfect in every way. But to a select few i am an artist, a free thinker, and a true lover. A person that can connect with people on different levels that even they don't understand. I don't even understand it! Some days I think it is because of my fight with depression and that I am imagining things.But I'm not. My friends and family see me one way, while my 'secret' friends see me another. Sometimes living two lives is difficult, for now I can manage. Sooner or later I will have to face the facts: I am leading two lives. I hide who I really am from those who love me for the person I am not. Random or mundane? Sane or insane? The world may never know what I am, or what to label to give me. To be honest I like being me.