tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43507800316064736192024-03-05T00:24:23.468-07:00Strangely Random ThoughtsA black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog.MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-79138933968678021502013-10-07T20:50:00.001-06:002013-10-07T20:50:33.391-06:00WordPressFinally posted again on WordPress, my second post of all time. Woot. Also decided it was time to update my about page. So have a gander, if you're totally bored and have nothing better to do.
MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-86637798197875225052013-08-30T01:02:00.000-06:002013-08-30T01:02:05.432-06:00The Strangely Random Ramblings of an Anxiety-ridden IntrovertDoes anybody else get this weird restless tired as shit but full of anxiety feeling, especially when it's night time and you should be getting ready for bed? Sigh. SIGH I tell you.
I'm kind of excited and kind of torn about turning Strangely Random Thoughts into a wordpress blog. I've already created it. And put up my first post (which is actually a re-post from here, shhh...) but I'm wondering MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-87249325084527395112013-08-16T19:27:00.000-06:002013-08-16T19:27:01.087-06:00This just in: MaryPoppins to become a WordPress blog!
Google is evil. Seriously considering moving this blog and all my other Google-related shit elsewhere. Eventually it seems that everything on the Internet is out to fuck you up the ass with binoculars.
They want everything and anything to be linked and designed for optimal sharing. What if I don't want to optimally fucking share every last detail of my online self with every person with an MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-75879290911953414102013-06-11T00:10:00.001-06:002013-06-11T00:10:26.035-06:00The Monster Inside
I don't talk much about the novel I'm working on here. It's basically YA Fantasy and my main character is a girl named Laya that literally takes on other people's demons. Surprisingly, I didn't realize at the time how my main character's struggle mirrors my own. Her superpower is a fantastical but literal interpretation of what I do. I'm very affected by my environment and the people around meMaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-21776241774921675522013-05-28T17:04:00.000-06:002013-05-28T17:04:32.036-06:00My Life As A Tardis
Someone recently reminded me that it’s been almost a year since I've posted anything. I knew it had been a while, but a whole YEAR?? This only serves to demonstrate how lost in the vortex of time I can become.
I know everybody feels like time flies sometimes but this is crazy. I wish it was an example of how “time flies when you’re having fun”, but this expression does not tell the whole MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-62011341894704009322012-05-31T12:35:00.000-06:002012-06-01T11:23:37.211-06:00The Only One
See her come down, through the clouds
I feel like a fool
I ain't got nothing left to give
Nothing to lose
So come on Love, draw your swords
Shoot me to the ground
You are mine, I am yours
Lets not fuck around
Cause you are, the only one
Cause you are, the only one
I see them snakes come through the ground
They choke me to the bone
They tie me to their wooden chair
Hear all my songs
So come MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-55383880331039572062012-05-05T14:59:00.000-06:002012-05-07T15:31:07.465-06:00PatternsIt's been two months since my last confession. Where does the time go?
When I made the decision to ease myself out of the V's life and into my own, I thought renting a room from my friend's mom would be a good way to move on without becoming too overwhelmed at the prospect. This was to be my safe place. A temporary safe place. But it's already been over 8 months since I moved in, and I still MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-84420758655514465622012-03-05T22:34:00.000-07:002012-03-05T22:34:30.145-07:00Pockets Full of Stones
I feel like my body finally had enough, and it demanded that I do something. So I finally got some answers about my chronic pain. After one appointment with a chiropractor I knew exactly what was wrong with me, and that left me wondering what the hell is wrong with the conventional medical community?
So now I'm spending time and money I don't have to be painfully "adjusted". Feeling cautiouslyMaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-51573838384425609552012-02-23T16:18:00.000-07:002012-02-23T16:18:33.387-07:00Bombay Bicycle Club
Heading out tonight to see Bombay Bicycle Club! Yay!MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-62058321750803450432012-02-18T23:20:00.000-07:002012-02-18T23:20:27.924-07:00The Conflict Resolution of My DreamsI wrote my second entry in the Dream Journal! It's called Holy Trinity of the Exes. I'm not sure if my dreams are interesting to anyone but myself, but I really wanted to start writing them down somewhere, and then I remembered - the Dream Journal blog!
I'm hoping to continue with this little project as I'm already starting to see patterns in my dreams by writing them down. A recurring theme inMaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-8262716430705166122012-02-14T16:58:00.001-07:002012-04-04T12:32:04.650-06:00Dream Journal
I created another blog called Dream Journal a long, long time ago, and just decided to post something on it today.
It's in honour of Valentine's Day and is called "I Dream of Zombies"!
Enjoy wading in the depths of my demented subconscious :)MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-70991360525195106952012-01-05T14:10:00.003-07:002012-01-05T14:10:13.649-07:00Blogger. You Suck.I am hating this new Blogger.
That is all.MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-15498762540449461052012-01-03T23:04:00.001-07:002012-04-04T12:32:34.237-06:00I Know It's OverMaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-46090361750380945732012-01-02T22:42:00.000-07:002012-03-05T22:44:06.276-07:00What's Wrong With Me?MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-83317664169277716732011-12-07T16:35:00.005-07:002011-12-13T11:00:36.412-07:00The Winter is BackI feel bad I haven't written anything in quite some time. And now that I am it just seems like too much has happened for me to write about it.I ended a seven year relationship this past summer. What can I say about that? When it was happening, when I finally made the decision to leave, there was this energy about me that was unusual. I felt moved to finally do something. I felt the slightest MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-14755266025374140642011-07-04T13:34:00.004-06:002011-08-10T17:09:15.972-06:00Let The Pieces Fall...
I wrote this post before all Hell broke loose. But I'm posting it now anyways:
No matter what I choose, I hurt someone. No matter what I do, it will be unfair to one of us. I think I know what's right. But how can I bring myself to sever the tie that has kept us together for seven years?
I knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to work. I knew that. But I let others make the decision MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-26024211726517335112011-06-26T21:41:00.002-06:002011-06-26T21:58:05.872-06:00CrossroadsI've been feeling like I'm approaching a crossroads for a while, and I keep bouncing from hopeful feelings, to feelings of despair. I'm not entirely sure how I got here, to this point in the road, but I wish to God I could turn around and go back. Take a different route, find out where that takes me. But of course, I can't. I'm stuck here, in this time, in this reality, on this dirt fork in the MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-17387524415883631222011-05-03T15:55:00.003-06:002011-05-03T16:32:48.360-06:00Running Through AprilSo I have no idea what happened to April. I must have done something, right? My family did not come visit me at Easter, because my brother-in-law's father found out he had a cancerous growth the size of a baseball on one of his kidneys. I heard the surgery to remove his kidney went well. It's so frightening how common cancer is becoming. And sometimes, it doesn't seem to make a difference what MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-65242114608392445352011-03-30T11:20:00.004-06:002011-03-31T21:26:36.251-06:00The Piece That Breaks MeLately, I've been feeling like that game Jenga, where people gather 'round and load piece after piece, precariously, one on top of the other, until the inevitable happens and it all topples to the ground. Just one more piece, and I'm done. At least, that's how I feel. Sometimes I just wish it would happen already. The piece that breaks me. I'm feeling like it wouldn't take much these days.Spring MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-13566394496091364682011-03-08T08:33:00.004-07:002011-03-08T14:06:20.700-07:00Winter is killing me...This week is off to a bad start, and I'm not sure what triggered this change in mood. I feel irritable and emotional. My parents are very old-fashioned and needy. If I don't call every single weekend, they get worried or offended or both. What they don't seem to understand, is that sometimes, I just need to avoid talking to them. My parents are serious downers, and every time I call, it's just a MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-55606964832574900682011-02-28T12:23:00.006-07:002011-11-21T14:27:55.033-07:0016 Hours Sequel or Return of the greyHound of HellA couple posts back, (16 Hours - Coming Soon), I mentioned that I would continue the chronology of events. Now that I have sat my substantial butt down to do said task, I cannot for the life of me remember what else there was to say. Except that the potential-TV-movie-that-never-was, "16 Hours", or what I like to think of now as "The greyHound of Hell", had a significantly less dramatic sequel, "MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-54733253810893018462011-02-12T19:27:00.005-07:002011-02-12T20:32:54.855-07:00Peas In A PodLately, I've been feeling more lonely and depressed than ever. It's been like this for a while actually. I used to daydream as an escape, now it's my daydreams I need to escape from. The non-stop stories in my head that go around and around and around are making me sick. There's too much static in my mind. The worst days are when the thoughts and stories in my head have been reduced to noise, MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-82839470758709937062011-02-06T11:19:00.013-07:002011-02-06T23:35:32.467-07:0016 Hours - Coming SoonIt's been a while since I've posted. Procrastinating at its best folks. So far, I'm not too impressed with 2011, but let's start where I left off. I went home for Christmas. On the bus. It should have been a 12.5 hour trek (bad enough, right?) but, surprise surprise, the bus broke down. In the mountains. I shit you not. We were stranded out in the middle of nowhere, no cell phone service, MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-69428075064948206142011-01-19T13:28:00.004-07:002014-01-03T10:31:28.293-07:00WinterNever-ending winter. The snow is beautiful and cold. Far too cold to enjoy. I have no warmth of my own. Too much time until spring takes hold. I want it to be here now. I need it to be here now.
To rid myself of the chill that's crawled under my skin and made it's home in my bones.
But will the sun even help? Every year I pray for winter to end. I believe that when spring comes, glorious MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350780031606473619.post-56181073072470952062010-12-23T09:08:00.004-07:002011-02-06T13:21:21.335-07:00ProcrastinationToday I am preparing to go home for Christmas, tonight, on the bus. A 13 hour trek. And instead of frantically doing laundry, and wrapping presents, and cleaning the house, I am on the internet, writing. Why? Because this is what I do when I am stressed out. I procrastinate. I'm ridiculously good at it, in fact. Travelling really brings out the anxiety in me. Even just going home. I don't know MaryPoppinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12486618376301033468noreply@blogger.com0