It’ll be weeks before I feel at ease with my new self. With the person I have become, with the thoughts and actions I have done over the past and what will make the new me. I’m excited. I’m excited about the reactions of others and such. I don’t look at all the same. My hair, my face, my body, my thoughts. I’m what some would call plastic. But I’m still me. I’m still who I was before. Who am I kidding? I’m not, not at all what I like.
There are very many things that happen week to week…but when you really look at it, there isn’t much different in the activities that happen each week. Things have a tendency to repeat themselves and they happen to go in a specific cycle. You go to school from this time to this time…you work from this time to this time
It’s been weeks since I last held you in my arms,
And though I’ve come to no harm in that time
I feel like I have been broken
Shattered beyond recognition, the inner cogs of my workings
are unusable.
Weeks have passed since I’ve been happy. How many weeks months years etc do I have to be a shell of a person? I want to live life. Happily. I want to be genuinely happy. I want ti feel whole. Help me help you.
For weeks and weeks I had been waiting. Then it finally came. The package was wrapped in simple brown paper, but I knew that its contents were anything but ordinary. Inside, waiting to be unwrapped, were the ingredients for my next brew–a strong, malty doppelbock.
Long periods stretch across a bleak landscape. Where has my time gone?
There are no answers, and I am forced to cover my soul, cover my being.
I have nothing left over these weeks, and I struggle against overwhelming tides.
going by counted days
numbers add up to weeks and months
then years turn into generations.
and life is going faster and faster
but really were just getting older to the weeks.
and days,
hours,
The weeks flew by and dragged by all at the same time. Megan couldn’t believe her mother has simply disappeared and the search for her was beginning to seem pointless. Her dad has exhausted all his contacts. Maybe she didn’t want to be found.
weeks is a term for an amount of 7 days. “what can you do in a week?” you might ask. There are alot of things to do in a week. you could read a book, draw a picture, build a bird house, and much more. a week is a valuable amount of time that is never garunteed to us so we should take as much advantage of it as we can. God has not garunteed anything to us especially the next breath so make every week count!
Five weeks and the world will collapse. We have a month with maybe a few extra days to take care of the rest of our lives. All this rush, rush but the excitement is addicting.
Several weeks ago I saw a mountain and I wanted to climb it. I’ve never wanted to climb a mountain before but there it was and I wanted to be at the top more than anything I’ve ever wanted in the entire world. I wanted to be freezing beyond freezing, not able to breathe, the satisfaction in the burning of my quads and calves, and most of all, I wanted to look down on the rest of the world and know that I couldn’t be touched.
Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years; it all blends into one. I can’t remember what happened a week ago or 4 weeks ago these days. Maybe that’s a good thing, though. They always said that time flies when you’re having fun. I’m definitely not always having fun, but time sure has flown by. All of a sudden I’m sixteen and a junior in highschool. I’m learning to drive and applying to colleges and partying with friends and getting a job. Everyday lately I learn something new and meet someone new and experience something new….but when I think back, I can’t for the life of me remember what I learned when. Those very seconds and minutes and hours and days and weeks that were once so overwhelmingly real and important have now blended into one huge thing that I call my life.
The constant whining, nagging, pleading
it’s a break from the norm that I am needing
weeks meld into months, hours into days
and I’m needing some resolve, in any of its ways
peace of mind, a moment alone
a maid to clean this hell that’s my home
and all I get is a hug and a smile
and for now, it’ll have to be worthwhile
for these terrible threes that have captured my son
are the reason I’m crazy and it’s only begun.
The weeks go by and nothing changes. Nothing ever changes. Week to week day to day all I do is go through my routine. Sometimes the weeks go faster, sometimes slower. At the end weeks come down to one thing, seven days.
In several weeks it will be Cate’s birthdy–her thirteenth when she enters into teenage life fully. It is hard to believe that it is only weeks away. She wil get her ears pierced and celebrate!
I let myself ponder my situation, for the first time. I had been walking for many miles and the sun hadn’t moved. Any clocks I had found weren’t working. I may have been walking for one morning — or many weeks.
It’s been a few weeks since school started. I’m getting to know my students and feel like I’m meeting their needs. Report cards are approaching and I need to fine tune my record keeping to prepare for conferences. I bought my $2 interactive whitebaords today and plan to use them tomorrow.
Les dernières semaines de mon existence ont été très tumultueuses. Perché du haut de cette colline, contemplant la vallée qui s’offrait à mes yeux, illuminée de la seule lueur du clair de Lune, je n’en revenais pas. Je pense pouvoir aujourd’hui affirmer que ma vie ne sera plus jamais la même.
weeks pass without a single answer to my question. How we accomplish it? When will they demand it be finished. Who knows. Certainly they don’t have a clue and neither does Jim.
There are numerous weeks in the year. They come and go quickly or slowly depending on the times at hand. In every week I feel the same. Each week has a start and an end, but the number of weeks we live is endless. Fifty seems so inconsequential.
There are many weeks that are filled with activities. Then there are weeks that go by with very little to do. I wonder what kind of week this will be? I’m expecting that it will be busy, since I have the boys to keep me hopping.
The weeks fly by only to be replaced by partial memories of the reality of what happened. Could it have been that long that I was out of work? I wonder if they are able to pick up the slack from my position being eliminated. Oh well.. on to the next.
weeks by weeks. i wept. and everyone else followed suit. we wept rivers, we wept skies. we elated in our creations, then we wept some more. until one day, the tears ran out, so we began to dream. but then, the dreams ran out too.
his was the new hers, its the future now, we can put 2 double D’s on tiny little birds, potty mouth extract I know its absurd, if you’ve got a question or a problem ask Jules the nerd, king of the herd, hasnt had a bowel movement in weeks, all he wants is a turd.
I’m too real to feel the pain of the weak,
with every passing day, my neighbors,
you all sound like alligators trying to speak
its not happening, and if you get stuck
listening to the voices, you can get stuck for weeks
nobody ever said “my dear, this life is for the meek,
but if you shoot enough bullets you might make us some peace.”
Just give it a week.
time goes by for weeks and weeks on end. but at the same time the weeks never come. I’m waiting for them to pass and wishing they would stay. Conflicting feelings suppress my heart… I’m stuck in the middle waiting for the weeks but not knowing if I want them to stay or go.
there aren’t enough of them in a month, or a year. They go too slowly, they go to fastly. it’s milk, weeks milk. 7 days make one up 4 in a month, 52 in a year, not enough for summer vacation, but sometimes I wish there were more of them to get everything done that needs to be done.
How many weeks can you go without falling into a funK? For me, it seems to be a matter of hours rather than weeks. Weeks are simply ways of marking large blocks of time, whereas time often seems to be the enemy. How much better it is to let it just flow.
4 weeks. 4 weeks until I don’t have to shower with shoes on, can drive my car, sleep in my own bed, and spend quality time with my family. I week until a three day weekend because I have off November 1 for All Saint’s Day. These weeks better go by fast.
It’ll be weeks before I feel at ease with my new self. With the person I have become, with the thoughts and actions I have done over the past and what will make the new me. I’m excited. I’m excited about the reactions of others and such. I don’t look at all the same. My hair, my face, my body, my thoughts. I’m what some would call plastic. But I’m still me. I’m still who I was before. Who am I kidding? I’m not, not at all what I like.
There are very many things that happen week to week…but when you really look at it, there isn’t much different in the activities that happen each week. Things have a tendency to repeat themselves and they happen to go in a specific cycle. You go to school from this time to this time…you work from this time to this time
It’s been weeks since I last held you in my arms,
And though I’ve come to no harm in that time
I feel like I have been broken
Shattered beyond recognition, the inner cogs of my workings
are unusable.
Weeks have passed since I’ve been happy. How many weeks months years etc do I have to be a shell of a person? I want to live life. Happily. I want to be genuinely happy. I want ti feel whole. Help me help you.
For weeks and weeks I had been waiting. Then it finally came. The package was wrapped in simple brown paper, but I knew that its contents were anything but ordinary. Inside, waiting to be unwrapped, were the ingredients for my next brew–a strong, malty doppelbock.
Long periods stretch across a bleak landscape. Where has my time gone?
There are no answers, and I am forced to cover my soul, cover my being.
I have nothing left over these weeks, and I struggle against overwhelming tides.
going by counted days
numbers add up to weeks and months
then years turn into generations.
and life is going faster and faster
but really were just getting older to the weeks.
and days,
hours,
minutes,
and seconds.
The weeks flew by and dragged by all at the same time. Megan couldn’t believe her mother has simply disappeared and the search for her was beginning to seem pointless. Her dad has exhausted all his contacts. Maybe she didn’t want to be found.
weeks is a term for an amount of 7 days. “what can you do in a week?” you might ask. There are alot of things to do in a week. you could read a book, draw a picture, build a bird house, and much more. a week is a valuable amount of time that is never garunteed to us so we should take as much advantage of it as we can. God has not garunteed anything to us especially the next breath so make every week count!
Five weeks and the world will collapse. We have a month with maybe a few extra days to take care of the rest of our lives. All this rush, rush but the excitement is addicting.
Several weeks ago I saw a mountain and I wanted to climb it. I’ve never wanted to climb a mountain before but there it was and I wanted to be at the top more than anything I’ve ever wanted in the entire world. I wanted to be freezing beyond freezing, not able to breathe, the satisfaction in the burning of my quads and calves, and most of all, I wanted to look down on the rest of the world and know that I couldn’t be touched.
Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years; it all blends into one. I can’t remember what happened a week ago or 4 weeks ago these days. Maybe that’s a good thing, though. They always said that time flies when you’re having fun. I’m definitely not always having fun, but time sure has flown by. All of a sudden I’m sixteen and a junior in highschool. I’m learning to drive and applying to colleges and partying with friends and getting a job. Everyday lately I learn something new and meet someone new and experience something new….but when I think back, I can’t for the life of me remember what I learned when. Those very seconds and minutes and hours and days and weeks that were once so overwhelmingly real and important have now blended into one huge thing that I call my life.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades.
don’t time yourself. it’s not all going to go away that quick
Weeks had gone by since I saw you last. It seemed like days, as my time left on earth seems to speed up the closer I get to the end.
The constant whining, nagging, pleading
it’s a break from the norm that I am needing
weeks meld into months, hours into days
and I’m needing some resolve, in any of its ways
peace of mind, a moment alone
a maid to clean this hell that’s my home
and all I get is a hug and a smile
and for now, it’ll have to be worthwhile
for these terrible threes that have captured my son
are the reason I’m crazy and it’s only begun.
The weeks go by and nothing changes. Nothing ever changes. Week to week day to day all I do is go through my routine. Sometimes the weeks go faster, sometimes slower. At the end weeks come down to one thing, seven days.
In several weeks it will be Cate’s birthdy–her thirteenth when she enters into teenage life fully. It is hard to believe that it is only weeks away. She wil get her ears pierced and celebrate!
I let myself ponder my situation, for the first time. I had been walking for many miles and the sun hadn’t moved. Any clocks I had found weren’t working. I may have been walking for one morning — or many weeks.
We will take the weeks it takes and take the weak it makes.
It’s been a few weeks since school started. I’m getting to know my students and feel like I’m meeting their needs. Report cards are approaching and I need to fine tune my record keeping to prepare for conferences. I bought my $2 interactive whitebaords today and plan to use them tomorrow.
Les dernières semaines de mon existence ont été très tumultueuses. Perché du haut de cette colline, contemplant la vallée qui s’offrait à mes yeux, illuminée de la seule lueur du clair de Lune, je n’en revenais pas. Je pense pouvoir aujourd’hui affirmer que ma vie ne sera plus jamais la même.
weeks pass without a single answer to my question. How we accomplish it? When will they demand it be finished. Who knows. Certainly they don’t have a clue and neither does Jim.
There are numerous weeks in the year. They come and go quickly or slowly depending on the times at hand. In every week I feel the same. Each week has a start and an end, but the number of weeks we live is endless. Fifty seems so inconsequential.
The weeks pass by, little to no difference. No one notices my drifting existence in this time now gone. Weeks to go, and weeks gone by.
so many weeks
on one island
so small and
yet so full
back on this huge land mass
i dream of weeks
i’ve lost
back on a tiny island
There are many weeks that are filled with activities. Then there are weeks that go by with very little to do. I wonder what kind of week this will be? I’m expecting that it will be busy, since I have the boys to keep me hopping.
On a weekly basis, I think about my family, grandmother and mom. Then, I think about what can inspire me to become the best teacher possible.
The weeks fly by only to be replaced by partial memories of the reality of what happened. Could it have been that long that I was out of work? I wonder if they are able to pick up the slack from my position being eliminated. Oh well.. on to the next.
weeks by weeks. i wept. and everyone else followed suit. we wept rivers, we wept skies. we elated in our creations, then we wept some more. until one day, the tears ran out, so we began to dream. but then, the dreams ran out too.
For weeks I looked for the one person I loved. It seemed as if they had disappeared forever. Would I ever see my loved one again?
his was the new hers, its the future now, we can put 2 double D’s on tiny little birds, potty mouth extract I know its absurd, if you’ve got a question or a problem ask Jules the nerd, king of the herd, hasnt had a bowel movement in weeks, all he wants is a turd.
there are only so many weeks in a year and so much that I want to do. But what is most important to me is to enjoy each day, to enjoy every minute.
I love weeks for they are not as long as the months and as short as the days.
his
I’m too real to feel the pain of the weak,
with every passing day, my neighbors,
you all sound like alligators trying to speak
its not happening, and if you get stuck
listening to the voices, you can get stuck for weeks
nobody ever said “my dear, this life is for the meek,
but if you shoot enough bullets you might make us some peace.”
Just give it a week.
time goes by for weeks and weeks on end. but at the same time the weeks never come. I’m waiting for them to pass and wishing they would stay. Conflicting feelings suppress my heart… I’m stuck in the middle waiting for the weeks but not knowing if I want them to stay or go.
during the week
you go to school
you go to work
weekdays are not fun
there aren’t enough of them in a month, or a year. They go too slowly, they go to fastly. it’s milk, weeks milk. 7 days make one up 4 in a month, 52 in a year, not enough for summer vacation, but sometimes I wish there were more of them to get everything done that needs to be done.
How many weeks can you go without falling into a funK? For me, it seems to be a matter of hours rather than weeks. Weeks are simply ways of marking large blocks of time, whereas time often seems to be the enemy. How much better it is to let it just flow.
4 weeks. 4 weeks until I don’t have to shower with shoes on, can drive my car, sleep in my own bed, and spend quality time with my family. I week until a three day weekend because I have off November 1 for All Saint’s Day. These weeks better go by fast.