Hey all,

I'm taking a little HP break. The insanity of my rehearsal schedule infused with my life at the moment has left too few hours in the day. While fun, HP, I've found it to be a place where the moments that pass by would be best spent elsewhere in life. I have met some truly amazing people on here, and for that I am forever grateful.

So please do not be offended if I have not replied or responded to you in awhile. It simply means I have not been on and checking my messages. I am, however, still overly addicted to Facebook itself, so if you desperately need me (which I doubt you will), you may facebook message me or poke me. Your choice.

Take care,
David
Unknown "Prince Charming" Sleepy - 16 years, 10 months, 28 days ago

Intellectual Prostitution or Verbal Psychiatry - The process of the selling an idea or a conversation for monetary gain.

This definition does not actually exist (or does it), but if it does, I imagine it would be defined as such. My relevant question today, what makes sex for money morally wrong, where the act selling ideas for money has no social judgment, yet we argue that both are equally as sacred an act.

Just sex, and then there's love and sex. Comparatively, Jerry Springer and T.S. Elliot. For an idealist and hopeless romantic such as myself, I admire the power of ideas above all else. After all, it is only when actions have ideas behind them that they become of any consequence. An idea has the ability to change a situation from an unintentional accident to a malicious and calculated choice. Sex is just sex, unless you think it's love.

Perhaps it's because ideas are sold so frequently that we socially accept and expect it. Sex happens quite a bit, but not nearly as much as lying for the sake of money. Even when it comes to love, we've said those words to someone (and received them) when we didn't mean it, insincerely said them again, for other gain.

Just having a bit of fun.
Unknown "Prince Charming" Sleepy - 16 years, 11 months ago

Sometimes people come into our lives for a reason.
That change our dampen'd lease on life and we have said,
They'll be in our hearts and in our dreams for a lifetime,
But we forget them. Leaving sincere impressions lost.

Should we foresee ourselves alone near our journey's end?
To have had our precious friends who we will miss the most.
Baring expectations we sought and surpassed with pride.
And suddenly sensing no way out we feel our fall.

Wishing for our friend who loved us past our many faults.
Shared with them in our hearts when we loved them most of all.
And we need them, time after time till our stories end.
Should we go back to return their gift to save their souls?

They keep coming back into our lives for a reason.


To be continued when I know the answer. The meter is cheated 13 syllables with soft and hard stresses in pattern.
Unknown "Prince Charming" Sleepy - 16 years, 11 months, 2 days ago

I thought about this for awhile and I'm deciding to post this here. I don't know why, but maybe someone will read it and see something in what I was saying. It's a letter I recently wrote to a friend of mine.



Hey you,

...

I saw your note. At the risk of sounding patronizing, parental, pathetic and any other p-word that may come to mind reading this, I wanted to tell you a few things that I believe in. Should only take a moment, I promise.

You wouldn't be who you are with out 'want'. The desire for the things you want the most; they are a part of you; they push you forward, and sometimes holds you back. I believe that if you want something, long for something, dream for something, it is never 'too far away'. The further away something may be, it naturally must be large enough to see in the distance. When your dreams wither away, and become too small in the distance, you then loose sight of them. Keep your dreams big and close to your heart. Then you'll find you've never been closer to them.

I can't say that I know you very well, or that we've talked much at all, but I believe in you. I envy your lifestyle. I am jealous of how much fun you have and how you are your own person. If I had to reflect on my Christmas of 2007, my graduating year, my last year of school (for now), I would say at the end of it, I met someone amazing.

You're never alone, and like I always say, remember the small things in life; there's nothing bigger.


Sincerely,

Unknown "Prince Charming" Sleepy - 16 years, 11 months, 5 days ago

My Christmas Eve with The Simpson's by David Warburton.

I rented The Simpson's Movie to watch on Christmas Eve. My sister, Heidi, her partner, Len, and my almost 2 year old nephew, Milan, came to visit. As the night went on it ended up being myself, Len, and Milan watching the movie.

Anyway, as Homer is playing Grand Theft Auto in the Alaskan bar. The film cuts to the video game where Homer is playing as a thugged out Walrus from the movie Happy Feet. The Walrus stops at a red light where 'Mumble', the protagonist of Happy Feet is tap dancing. My little nephew runs up to the screen pointing, mumb mumb. He recognized the happy smile and tap dancing of the character from Happy Feet (which he owns at home and watches quite a bit). At that very moment, the Walrus promptly pulls out a shotgun and shoots Mumble through a brick wall. I will always remember the confused expression on my nephew's face as he turned back, still pointing at the screen, that Christmas Eve.
Unknown "Prince Charming" Sleepy - 16 years, 11 months, 7 days ago