I’m too preoccupied to think about it, and too preoccupied to care.
There always seems to be something else in the way.
I wished I had time to contemplate life… or anything, really.
But I’m always too preoccupied.
Jensen set about messing with the Mind in the only way he could figure would help.
“If this thing is preoccupied, then maybe I might have a chance of getting out of here. Wherever here is,” Jensen thought. And with that, he started a series of questions for his captor.
i’m sorry but mind is already very preoccupied. i would love to spend my days under the trees with you, just dazing at the sky but i really do have more important things to do. i’m sorry our path together ends here… my mind is so preoccupied, there’s no more room for you.
What was so doing? She was soo preoccupied with herself. I couldn’t believe myself. My daughter finally she was doing something all by herself. I love her but no she was turning towards me and motioned me towards her but I couldn’t I was petrafied. I loved Her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not doing what you need to because your busy with something else and your mom gets mad because you were preoccupied to do what you were suppose to. but i usually have fun doing what i;m not suppose to, so its fine.
seriously? who isn’t? but with all the same things? no. obviously not. how do i know? b/c yesterday i spent all day dealing w/ OTHER people preoccupations instead of my own. couldn’t fit mine in anywhere b/c i kept getting caught in theirs. preoccupied by preoccupations.
this is not another word. i wanted to do another one, but i suppose oneword doesn’t work that day. how can i get my daily dosage of dangerous dillydallying? I want it. i want to write until all the words suck and gush and drip down to my toes like succubuses. i don’t even know if that’s a word. it’s not.
i am preoccupied, actually. this is completely true. i feel lonely and dejected, but i know that i’ve done the right thing… how do i know? because i don’t miss him* per se, I miss the feeling of intimacy, the feeling that someone is there and gives a shit about me. i want to be hugged and held and i want my hair touched. it made me sad when the other guy just told me that i should leave. it made me sad this afternoon when he said i was interrupting his work.
i honestly was preoccupied. i didnt want anything to do with carolyn. carolyn.how stupid. i couldn’t stand her. “hello. nice to see you.” trilled a maniacal voice behind me. i saw carolyn, with a knife pointed to my heart….i was dead.
As she was taking her test, she started to notice all the little black bubbles were in a row. Never changing, and always aligning. She had been preoccupied with thinking about the boy across the room.
Her mind couldn’t be more preoccupied. The idea of him being gone forever still sitting on the forefront her of every thought. How could the world be void of his presence? How could her life be without him? How would she learn to live without her first love?
She was preoccupied with the question of whether or not anyone would find out that it was she who poisoned the office coffee pot. It came about in the strangest of ways. No one should cut the line for the copier. No one. This would teach them all to follow procedure. The world becomes chaos without rules…and discipline.
I walk into the room and look around to see if anyone I know is there. Unexpectedly, I don’t know anyone there. I wander over to one corner of the room and sit down, lost in my own thoughts.
A few minutes later, someone walks over and stands next to me. I look up to see one of my closest friends standing there. Was he there this whole time? I’d better get it together.
i am preoccupied in my life right now. too much work, too much money being spent and nothing i can do to make it all calm down. i have my love, my soon to be husband to calm me down and help me feel better but i still feel so busy. i dont want to be busy any more. i want to be free, with him (:
I am preoccupied with this word… I don’t know why or how I just am.. And I hate the word preoccupied because it sounds,to me, like cornucopia. And I don’t like that word either because I don’t like corn.
i’m too busy. i’m sorry
but i just can’t afford to get into a serious relationship[ with you.
i know that these are the days where you are supposed to love and date
but not for me
and not with you
not with anyone
Preeee cup! drink up! no longer do I worry whats up! Feeling down and out don’t worry it will come around. Im no longer thinking about just doing it! It’s ours Chill
I’m so preoccupied. There is so much on my mind, I can’t think straight. Nothing to do, but some much that needs to be accomplished. Can’t focus. I’m doing this because I’d rather not cry again. I need my life back. Is this a cry for help? I need to be doing other things, I would like to pass school.
Bonnie carefully plaited the hair of the little girl sitting in front of her. She was eleven, maybe, with beautiful blonde hair. The other girls sat around, waiting paitently for their hair to be braided too. They’d allready taken their evening showers. The room smelled like strawberry shampoo. Bonnie’s short brown hair was already dry, but it wasn’t hard to braid the other’s. Annie sat next to her on the bed, Lilly sat below on the floor below getting her hair braided too.
“Tell us a story Annie,” One of the six years said in her squeky voice.
Annie looked troubled. “I can’t think of any.”
“Bonnie?” The six year wimpered.
Bonnie sighed. All she could think of was Alec, but without a distraction the girls would get homesick. She doubted the younger ones remembered, but images of her younger brother would always haunt.
“Tell them.” Bonnie jump. Annie had whispered it in her ear. “It will help.”
Bonnie refused to look in her eyes. “Its not even a story.”
“Yes. True stories are the best to tell. I’m all out.”
“No.” Stories were a waste of words.
Tapped the pencil quickly on the desk. What was the teacher saying. Oh bother. What does it matter anyway? She was sitting right next to me. What had happened this morning? Why did that kid pass out like that? And why did everybody pretend like it was no big deal?
Tapped the pencil quickly on the desk. What was the teacher saying. Oh bother. What does it matter anyway? She was sitting right next to me. What had happened this morning? Why did that kid pass out like that? And why did everybody pretend like it was not big deal?
I was preoccupied with the immense pain to notice that Pablo slipped away. He slid away, as greasily and slippery as his personality. While I suffered through the gash on my knee, the blood tumbled away mirroring my life’s end.
its hard to keep busy. but sometimes its as easy as eating chocolate :) were preoccupied in the silliest of things now a days when there arent even time for such things. so… yeah. o look im already thinkging of something else to do…
something that should not happen to much. Takes too much energy away, but still gets you going sometimes. Than it is a what gets you going to solve a problem or do something that you should have done a long time ago.
one day i was sitting at my computer while my mom was telling me what to do.
and I’m like sure i’ll do that mom
and she’s like great, i want you to do all these other things too
4 hours later i hadn’t done anything she asked me to
She tapped her foot nervously, trying like hell to focus on what the woman at the front of the room. Couldn’t do it. Preoccupied with her own thoughts, she drummed away at the desk in front of her, even though she knew it must be annoying. She didn’t care. A small bead of sweat trickled down between her eyes.
Preoccupied? Purple. Cush. Startdust. PCP. Crash. Drunk. Well I dont how to play this game. Well I didnt know the rules. There are no rules. Give me some. No its not. Num. Give me a tiny one. Hit me. Blah. Hit mee. Leave me alone.
There are many things going in my head. The little man in the driver’s seat pulling the levers is looking of into the distance for army that is coming, he doesn’t notice that chaos is brewing from below. Life is distraction. Life is preoccupied.
so often we find this is where we are, so often it sneaks into being, this is me on most days and most people in many ways thats all we have when we try … pre occupied this is the time i spend
Painful, upsetting thoughts of more important things. Sad glimpses down around or perhaps just a glazed inability to look, comprehend and engage. What’s really important though? I can’t do this, I’m thinking of other thi…
Distracted.
On something
more important.
At least,
to you it seems.
Pushing me
to the back of your mind.
I sit and wait.
For you to be
a little less
preoccupied.
I’m too preoccupied to think about it, and too preoccupied to care.
There always seems to be something else in the way.
I wished I had time to contemplate life… or anything, really.
But I’m always too preoccupied.
Jensen set about messing with the Mind in the only way he could figure would help.
“If this thing is preoccupied, then maybe I might have a chance of getting out of here. Wherever here is,” Jensen thought. And with that, he started a series of questions for his captor.
“Hey, you!”
i’m sorry but mind is already very preoccupied. i would love to spend my days under the trees with you, just dazing at the sky but i really do have more important things to do. i’m sorry our path together ends here… my mind is so preoccupied, there’s no more room for you.
What was so doing? She was soo preoccupied with herself. I couldn’t believe myself. My daughter finally she was doing something all by herself. I love her but no she was turning towards me and motioned me towards her but I couldn’t I was petrafied. I loved Her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not doing what you need to because your busy with something else and your mom gets mad because you were preoccupied to do what you were suppose to. but i usually have fun doing what i;m not suppose to, so its fine.
seriously? who isn’t? but with all the same things? no. obviously not. how do i know? b/c yesterday i spent all day dealing w/ OTHER people preoccupations instead of my own. couldn’t fit mine in anywhere b/c i kept getting caught in theirs. preoccupied by preoccupations.
this is not another word. i wanted to do another one, but i suppose oneword doesn’t work that day. how can i get my daily dosage of dangerous dillydallying? I want it. i want to write until all the words suck and gush and drip down to my toes like succubuses. i don’t even know if that’s a word. it’s not.
i am preoccupied, actually. this is completely true. i feel lonely and dejected, but i know that i’ve done the right thing… how do i know? because i don’t miss him* per se, I miss the feeling of intimacy, the feeling that someone is there and gives a shit about me. i want to be hugged and held and i want my hair touched. it made me sad when the other guy just told me that i should leave. it made me sad this afternoon when he said i was interrupting his work.
i honestly was preoccupied. i didnt want anything to do with carolyn. carolyn.how stupid. i couldn’t stand her. “hello. nice to see you.” trilled a maniacal voice behind me. i saw carolyn, with a knife pointed to my heart….i was dead.
As she was taking her test, she started to notice all the little black bubbles were in a row. Never changing, and always aligning. She had been preoccupied with thinking about the boy across the room.
Her mind couldn’t be more preoccupied. The idea of him being gone forever still sitting on the forefront her of every thought. How could the world be void of his presence? How could her life be without him? How would she learn to live without her first love?
if everyone was a little less preoccupied with all the bad things going on i bet we could all enjoy life a lot more.
She was preoccupied with the question of whether or not anyone would find out that it was she who poisoned the office coffee pot. It came about in the strangest of ways. No one should cut the line for the copier. No one. This would teach them all to follow procedure. The world becomes chaos without rules…and discipline.
I walk into the room and look around to see if anyone I know is there. Unexpectedly, I don’t know anyone there. I wander over to one corner of the room and sit down, lost in my own thoughts.
A few minutes later, someone walks over and stands next to me. I look up to see one of my closest friends standing there. Was he there this whole time? I’d better get it together.
i am preoccupied in my life right now. too much work, too much money being spent and nothing i can do to make it all calm down. i have my love, my soon to be husband to calm me down and help me feel better but i still feel so busy. i dont want to be busy any more. i want to be free, with him (:
I am preoccupied with this word… I don’t know why or how I just am.. And I hate the word preoccupied because it sounds,to me, like cornucopia. And I don’t like that word either because I don’t like corn.
i’m too busy. i’m sorry
but i just can’t afford to get into a serious relationship[ with you.
i know that these are the days where you are supposed to love and date
but not for me
and not with you
not with anyone
I’m too busy to think about this, other thoughts filling my mind.
I can’t seem to break my focus, but I really need to this time.
There are things that deserve it, others not so much.
Can’t you tell I’m preoccupied?
Preeee cup! drink up! no longer do I worry whats up! Feeling down and out don’t worry it will come around. Im no longer thinking about just doing it! It’s ours Chill
I’m so preoccupied. There is so much on my mind, I can’t think straight. Nothing to do, but some much that needs to be accomplished. Can’t focus. I’m doing this because I’d rather not cry again. I need my life back. Is this a cry for help? I need to be doing other things, I would like to pass school.
Preoccupied in my preparations for my occupation, I can’t find elation in the happy nation.
Bonnie carefully plaited the hair of the little girl sitting in front of her. She was eleven, maybe, with beautiful blonde hair. The other girls sat around, waiting paitently for their hair to be braided too. They’d allready taken their evening showers. The room smelled like strawberry shampoo. Bonnie’s short brown hair was already dry, but it wasn’t hard to braid the other’s. Annie sat next to her on the bed, Lilly sat below on the floor below getting her hair braided too.
“Tell us a story Annie,” One of the six years said in her squeky voice.
Annie looked troubled. “I can’t think of any.”
“Bonnie?” The six year wimpered.
Bonnie sighed. All she could think of was Alec, but without a distraction the girls would get homesick. She doubted the younger ones remembered, but images of her younger brother would always haunt.
“Tell them.” Bonnie jump. Annie had whispered it in her ear. “It will help.”
Bonnie refused to look in her eyes. “Its not even a story.”
“Yes. True stories are the best to tell. I’m all out.”
“No.” Stories were a waste of words.
[repcci[oed
Tapped the pencil quickly on the desk. What was the teacher saying. Oh bother. What does it matter anyway? She was sitting right next to me. What had happened this morning? Why did that kid pass out like that? And why did everybody pretend like it was no big deal?
Procrastination often a result of preoccupation – many a good hour wasted this way.
Tapped the pencil quickly on the desk. What was the teacher saying. Oh bother. What does it matter anyway? She was sitting right next to me. What had happened this morning? Why did that kid pass out like that? And why did everybody pretend like it was not big deal?
I was preoccupied with the immense pain to notice that Pablo slipped away. He slid away, as greasily and slippery as his personality. While I suffered through the gash on my knee, the blood tumbled away mirroring my life’s end.
its hard to keep busy. but sometimes its as easy as eating chocolate :) were preoccupied in the silliest of things now a days when there arent even time for such things. so… yeah. o look im already thinkging of something else to do…
something that should not happen to much. Takes too much energy away, but still gets you going sometimes. Than it is a what gets you going to solve a problem or do something that you should have done a long time ago.
one day i was sitting at my computer while my mom was telling me what to do.
and I’m like sure i’ll do that mom
and she’s like great, i want you to do all these other things too
4 hours later i hadn’t done anything she asked me to
i was preoccupied
She tapped her foot nervously, trying like hell to focus on what the woman at the front of the room. Couldn’t do it. Preoccupied with her own thoughts, she drummed away at the desk in front of her, even though she knew it must be annoying. She didn’t care. A small bead of sweat trickled down between her eyes.
Preoccupied? Purple. Cush. Startdust. PCP. Crash. Drunk. Well I dont how to play this game. Well I didnt know the rules. There are no rules. Give me some. No its not. Num. Give me a tiny one. Hit me. Blah. Hit mee. Leave me alone.
Be
Too busy to do anything else. Already doing something. Thinking of something else.
What about it? Geez. Toliet. Vacance. Empty. Bathroom. Public. paper. maryjuawne. I think. Push. Press. Chruss
There are many things going in my head. The little man in the driver’s seat pulling the levers is looking of into the distance for army that is coming, he doesn’t notice that chaos is brewing from below. Life is distraction. Life is preoccupied.
so often we find this is where we are, so often it sneaks into being, this is me on most days and most people in many ways thats all we have when we try … pre occupied this is the time i spend
Actually I am preoccupied right now. Tests and questions and answers and grades and, god, doesn’t anyone ever shut up….
Painful, upsetting thoughts of more important things. Sad glimpses down around or perhaps just a glazed inability to look, comprehend and engage. What’s really important though? I can’t do this, I’m thinking of other thi…