Oukay! I need any or all of you to help out with a particular project of mine... It's called; Project SJAwsome. The purpose of this project? To assist Shana and I on our road to stardom! Don't bother ask for details on how this helps us, but my goal thus far is to get 50 signs! You heard me right; SIGNS. Rules are simple; it has to be a picture not created or edited on a computer, it has to contain a sign with "Sja" on it, in any creative way you choose, or non creative. You can email me your submission at Dazeonae@gmail.com OR get it to me by any other means that you know of.
Completely submissions are posted up at: http://sjawesome.synthasite.com/
As I said, my goal is 50. And once we reach that, we'll go ever higher! We'll be famous SOMEHOW! You'll see. And somehow you will be compensated for what you've done for us! With my current TWO submissions; myself and Reyna, I'm a little upset being I asked a bunch of people tonight BUT, everything starts out slow.
Seeing as how I want to inspire hope in a lot of you; I figure that I'll tell you plans that I thought up immediately that I have NO CLUE on how to get going!
Plan 1: Get 250+ Signs
Plan 2: Go to at least 5 conventions/Expos and advertise Project: SJAwesome.
Plan3: Get 600+ Signs
Plan 4: Go on a cross country road trip with Project: SJAwesome!!!!
Plan 5: Take. It. Global.
Plan 6: Get 1500+ Signs
Plan 7: We're already famous by now; so whatever we want!
Plan 8: Make more plans!
(Optional) Plan (?): Ask you for more plan ideas!
It'll be awesome! I'll hold Project: SJAwesome contests and lots of col stuff! So help out if you can!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Reality
It's you and me, moving at the speed of light through our reality of unforeseeable dangers and known unknown sadness. We all know that forever and eternity await us at the end, and I'll take you there. It seems I've waited my whole life just to meet you and do this. It feels like our love is on a whole new level than those around us, and happiness is just a smile away. Everyone is afraid to fall and that's why holding each other prevents this. Falling together is the only other option; and when we hit the bottom; you'll still be my beautiful lady; amongst the dirt and gravel of our shattered choices and mistakes; if we can bear with the pain, we can make it to infinity.
But how in a world where people aren't capable of watching the smallest of leaves sway in the wind, the ripples on the surface of the water, the cracking and trembling of the world beneath their own feet; am I suppose to take a step and not leave others behind? These impossible choices that someone should not have to make, these life altering places that a person shouldn't have to be; the simplistic idea that the world revolves around me and that the entire fate of the human race and all others rests on my shoulders, are a daily reminder that I am meant for something more than what I do.
As a man walks through his days, constantly barraged with the denial of his family and friends, nothing he says ever is the right answer or invokes any sort of positive emotion. These days bend and twist his beliefs until he is no longer capable of the miracles that he was so accustomed to making. When every last person, although friendly and loving to his face, keeps a secret so they never truly mean what they say. And each and every night he goes to sleep and wakes up to a different reality that even more negative. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse; right?
Broken on the inside; cracked on the out. A record of responses, and moods is all I am. I'll drown out here in this ocean not made of my tears, but of the tears of the world around me; the sweat of their labor. Who will save me? Would you just say that you'll save me or will you actually lend your hand? Will you then let me lean on you to get back on my feet?
I'm lost. Find me.
But how in a world where people aren't capable of watching the smallest of leaves sway in the wind, the ripples on the surface of the water, the cracking and trembling of the world beneath their own feet; am I suppose to take a step and not leave others behind? These impossible choices that someone should not have to make, these life altering places that a person shouldn't have to be; the simplistic idea that the world revolves around me and that the entire fate of the human race and all others rests on my shoulders, are a daily reminder that I am meant for something more than what I do.
As a man walks through his days, constantly barraged with the denial of his family and friends, nothing he says ever is the right answer or invokes any sort of positive emotion. These days bend and twist his beliefs until he is no longer capable of the miracles that he was so accustomed to making. When every last person, although friendly and loving to his face, keeps a secret so they never truly mean what they say. And each and every night he goes to sleep and wakes up to a different reality that even more negative. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse; right?
Broken on the inside; cracked on the out. A record of responses, and moods is all I am. I'll drown out here in this ocean not made of my tears, but of the tears of the world around me; the sweat of their labor. Who will save me? Would you just say that you'll save me or will you actually lend your hand? Will you then let me lean on you to get back on my feet?
I'm lost. Find me.
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