Kat Von D VS. Audrey Hepburn

So I know I haven't written anything on this blog for a long time... But, I haven't had anything worth writing about. I have loved and lost and loved again, I have graduated college and gone back to school for another diploma. I have also grown and am learning how to express myself, my personality and changing my rad sense of style. I have three tattoo's now and nine piercings total. Being a student, I spend part of my year at home living with my parents, this is where my self expression is not appreciated. My Mom in particular hates my piercings and my tattoos. She has told me that my lip piercing is ugly, and looks like a shiny zit. And the tattoo i have on my fingers she thinks looks like dirt... I think its just a generation thing, cause I see nothing wrong with any of them, but I think its weird that it bothers her as much as it does. It is a hopeless battle, I just wish she could understand what they mean to me. I am not trying to say "fuck the world" or "look how badass I am", I'm not that kind of person. Now that I have them I feel like I would be lost, or be less me without them. I am not sure what I am getting at, but I guess its just weird how different our generation is compared to our parents. Just because I'm an twenty now, I shouldn't have to take them out and "grow up" in Moms words. I am growing up, and I'm doing it with my piercings and tattoos.. Hope your not offended world, I've got ink in my skin.

Christi
xoxo

Who Needs Feelings Anyway?

What about feelings? Have you ever wondered, what if you didn't feel? Not everyone, everyone else could feel, but you. Whether you chose to or not, the feelings in your body had been turned off, partially because you don't know how to use them, but also to protect yourself. There are some very aweful feelings out there, one of the most prominent being, pain, whether it be in love, or out, physical or emotional. There is something about pain that people are afraid of, including me, so, you, with no feelings block pain out. When you make this decision though, to not feel, you do not think of what you might be blocking out. The number of things that pain can effect is rediculous acctaully when you think about it. The first things that come to mind are love, and caring. Without feelings, there is no pain, there is no love, there is no caring. This becomes a problem for you as you don't care, you can't love and you can't feel pain, as sometimes they hurt too much. This is when I would think, but by protecting yourself from pain, are you living? Are you really learning? What are you doing to help yourself when you block every feeling out. This is just touching on a few feelings, imagine if you didn't feel at all... I don't know about you, I think that would be an aweful feeling.

One Of Those Days

This day of all days had to be raining and dark, we had a plan but that got flooded out by the rain and now I am, well, pissed off. I know, stupid right? Ooooh the rain made her mad. But I can't help it, its just one of those days. This is one of those days for me that screams "FUCK!"
No matter what it is, the little things that you would normally just ignore, turn on you and bug you just that much more to make you hate them. Sitting in your own skin, in normally comfortable clothes bugs the hell out of you. It just itches, but you can't get out. This day the windsheild wipers drive you crazy. This day the pot holes and washboard on the gravel roads send another unwanted feeling through your body. Just EVERYTHING. Today your friends and family have too many flaws to count, the keyboard attached to your own computer doesn't seem to like the way you are typing today, and for fucks sake, its a computer! The coffee is cold, the stores are closed, the laptop ran out of charge and the power cable is missing, and my dashboard friend, my computer Chia Pet died. All the little things and big things in life that don't matter run through your head a mile a minute just to keep you angry at something. The friend who isnt being a friend, or just forgets how to be one, or the friend you have to hurt, because it'll hurt so much more later on, or the money you don't have to do the things you promised, or the soft addiction you can't break, the thing you can't find, the goals you can't meet, the people who are holding you back, the things you are holding yourself back from, even the colour of the paint on your nails sets you off... and no you can't blow off this steam, because on a bad day normally you would go outside to go skateboarding. Not today. It is next to impossible to skate minipipe when its wet. So what do you do? Three episodes of South Park later you try to sleep everything away... because not even South Park is funny on one of these days.

What Happened?

What happened to intelligent conversation? The popular version of a conversation sounds something like this: "Hey", "Hey", "Sup?", "nathin at all, u?", "natta", "cool", "yeah"... I hope I'm not the only one that doesn't count that as a conversation. So what is a real conversation these days.... sure it would start with the oh so popular "sup?" but then it could go both ways... the conversation could die with the serious lack of interest our generation has in eachother, or the conversation could take an unexpected turn and sound more like a "conversation" by definition. Then the word intelligent comes into the phrase... they are uncommon and do not last long as the people who are intelligent enough to have such intelligent conversations are usually busy doing "interesting" and "intelligent" things with their days. Most of the time. But every so often in a world of fake conversations you will come across a person that has an opinion, that will challenge your mind, that will make your brain work. That person, I have found, is the person you will enjoy the most, even love, until he or she fucks it up... but hey, no ones perfect right?

In a world of iPods...

Because i have limited access to the internet and very limited access to my thoughts, i am writing this at 11pm in BC on my laptop, with no internet connection... Something I have been thinking about is our generation and our obsession with music. I know it is a broad topic, but i think that because I am slightly... no, I am very obsessed with music, I have the authority to write something about it. It was brought to my attention resently that we have been given the resources, which makes it easier for us to become addicted to such things as music. I sit in my cottage on Salt Spring Island, B.C listening to my iPod when my dad comes along, rips my ear buds out of my head and places them into his ears, as quickly as he did this he recognized the song i had on and starts dancing... embarased, i snatched my headphones back and continue listening to The Beach Boys, and getting my daily fix of classic old school rock n’ roll, my dad said to me, “god, those things have good sound.” I reply, “400 bucks worth of good sound... great” being slightly sarcastic. THIS is the moment my dad walked away laughing at my remark and my brain started to think. When The Beach Boys brought out their records they were on 45s... yes, records, the masive discs that you might see piled in the basement of your parents house not being used, and if you’ve ever heard a record you’ll know that its no MP3 file. Though records were the best quality of sound at the time, we have come along ways. Some of us kids can tell MP3 quality sound from CD quality sound... which I find somewhat rediculous. But my point is that because we have such high quality music for next to nothing, we can afford to become addicted to the music that we enjoy without having to suffer through bad quality, which consciously or not, encourages us to enjoy more music than what would have been humanly possible in the days of 45s... the more we listen to music, the more we love it and the more we need it, which in turn, creates our strong addiction to music. Thank god someone made it easy!

New Content...

From here up all it can do is get.. worse, here comes the new thoughts, ideas, an un-edited script of me. Welcome to: No Use For A Name, With Love From, Chris... I Think.

I never know when it is a good thing to share what i have to say, so this could be interesting...

xo Chris...

It's True, Pigs Can Fly

The long and narrow path wouldn't be so narrow if more people walked it, it would still be long, but only compared to the sidewalk beside it. We are too cool to walk on the sidewalk, we hide ourselves from the public and their judgmental eyes. Stoned out of our fucking minds. We love it, and live for the days that we can come here and do this without a doubt that this is where we're suppose to be.. now, we're on the right tracks just on the wrong train and the fact of the matter is that... its all the same especially when you train your brain to be as open as possible to these ways, techniques and methods that you learn along the way. Its true that these drugs have expanded our minds and all the while, you've been trying to count the ways that you have tried to say "i'm fucked up today" in a way that sounds more sophisticated, it just doesn't work like that we've tried it, but go ahead and waste the little thing that we call time, because it seems to be that time is the only thing that is consistently consistent, so if we follow our lives around the sound of that chime then we should all very well be able to trace our lives around a dime, small and insignificant, like most of our lives, unless we somehow make it otherwise. Empowering another generation of over achievers, who just like us, will spend their youth sitting on couches expanding their minds to one day be the person that they want to be... unless that little thing that we called time catches up with them and cuts their dreams forcing them to fall onto that switch, and now, now they are on the wrong track in an unknown train. We are still sitting in those unfamiliar seats on the wrong train, but we can get off at what ever stop we want, because we are still on the right tracks. Life is what you make it and ultimately we are just waiting to die, it is just the bunch of stuff in between the day you are born, and the day you die, that you call life, no matter what happens in it. Some of it can be shitty and other parts can be amazing and worth remembering. I do know one thing, that while we are waiting to die, we will know the answer to the burning question, because we took the time to expand our minds and see through the bullshit, yes, its true, pigs can fly.
I hope you enjoyed that boys, we have good times together and i love you all.

Not Every Snow Angel Needs Wings

I never knew that I could fail at something so simple as writing down my thoughts, questions and what-have-you, every once and awhile.. but I did, the truth is completely forgot about my wonderful little blog until now. If only other things in life were that easy to forget eh? For example, say something like, how much I miss the snow... fuck. Just for the summer i would like to have the freedom of not missing, snow, the one thing that i will always love and hold in my heart... the cold and bitter snow that everyone seems to dislike so much. I... and some others (*cough*mary, cam & luke*cough*) love snow so much that we have become very partial to it, we end most of our conversations to each other with what we are going to do when there is snow, or how many days there is until snow, or even how many different things we are capable of doing when there is lots of snow on the perfectly frozen, snow covered, ground. This my friends is what happens when you fall in love with a sport that has to do with snow... no... that is dependent on snow. I have often wondered if it is possible to become addicted to a sport. In these cases of my friends and I... i think it is definitely possible. Skiing and Snowboarding is what we call life and as the saying goes "the rest are just details" ... i read an article in a Snowboarding magazine (my Bible, Snowboard Canada) recently that was all the things that you can take up in the summer to keep you mind off snowboarding and at the end of it, the writer said and I quote "but after all is said and done, nothing compares... come on, its snowboarding!" gotta love it! How can we love a four letter word so much (even though our generation has come to love "fuck" for its versatility) SNOW can only mean one thing... that we want some of that S right NOW! haha how greedy can we be, and even when we have it, we still want more of it, to build bigger jumps, and create the hope that it will stay for longer this spring...
Snowboarding in April... in Ontario... now that is a fun thought.
Secretly or not you love it too. That four letter word that i have mentioned over 10 times in this simple paragraph expressing my love for you guessed it... SNOW!

Trading Spaces

The first few of these Blog posts will probably be ones that i have already writen, because i honestly don't write on my Blog that much. So bare with me for updates!