5 lies and a fact!

1. I love to drink coffee.
2. I don't like chocolate.
3.I have 23 cats.
4.I enjoy falling on my face.
5.Spiders don't scare me.

Poem Blog

I didn't really feel like writing a blog this week so instead I decided to post one of my favorite poems, by J. Alfred Prufrock.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin? . . . . . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

How time changes views....

For the longest time, I always felt that marijuana for medical purposes was a fluke. I always thought that it was just people looking to get high and abuse the law. But over time I have met people and seen documentaries that have swayed my opinion. Before I was very conservative and didn’t believe that there was a real need for it in our society. But after I met some now close friends of mine, I have come to realize that it does have a very big impact on their lives. Now I still do not believe that it can help people with the emotional pain, to me I see that as something people just need to work on, in the own way and not try to use it as an out to just get high. Now with physical pain, I see the effects it has on the user. To many it is not about just getting stoned for fun, people need it to help reduce or ease the pain away from them. This change in my life has allowed me to become more open minded in my ways of seeing how people attempt to treat pains, but not only that it has also allowed me to help spread my thoughts and ideology behind the drug. This change did not just happen in a snap, I took a few years to even come to terms with the idea that people actually even use this drug for medical purposes, let alone try to tell people that it actually works. My friends and I have a better friendship because I have become more accepting of what they do, and not to say that they needed my approval before, but having a friend that is openly accepting of what you do is very helpful in supporting them.

Family Blog

Families play a key role in the life of many people. Some know this, others are completely unaware of the major support they have from their families. Families are there to help when you do and don’t need it. One example of this is when someone is feeling depressed, usually they feel as if they have no one to turn to; when in fact they have an entire support group that is right there willing and able to help them. Now a more physical example of them helping is say when a family member is moving from one house to another. Family members will come out to help their relatives move so that they are not alone. Families are not limited to just blood relations; many of your close friends can be considered family for all the help they give. They much like most of your blood relatives are there to help you both physically and emotionally. But the biggest role that families play in the lives of people is that mainly your family wants to help motivate you. They want you to succeed in life. Many people think that their family doesn’t care what happens to them but deep down many family members, this including friends want nothing more but the best for you. Families also help many of their relatives financially. Sometimes it is for people to have help on house payments. Many other times it is for business reasons. Whatever the reason it is family is once again almost always there to help. Another time that family is there to help you is in times of mourning. Many friends and family members come together to help in times of mourning, weather this be from a death in the family or close friend, to the effects of a natural disaster. An example of this would be after the hurricane Katrina; many people took in this homeless family members and friends to help them. A family is the single most import role player in a person’s life. This can have many different interpretations’ of the word help, but none-the-less family is there to be with you. Family is the one thing in life you always know you can count on, even if you have no relatives that you can turn to; there is always a person in your life who is there and ready to help you achieve in life.