He got sidetracked. Sometimes that happens, particularly when she’s around. It’s annoying, but he can’t seem to stop it. He knows she doesn’t *mean* to be so distracting. She probably hasn’t even realized how his demeanor changes when she’s around.
Well, this is what I am right now. If I wasn’t then I probably wouldn’t be here. Hey, what’s the harm? I’m taking an SAT tomorrow, so I might as well relieve myself of the stress. Besides, I always think the side is a better place to be… Whatever that means
side tracked. i get side tracked sometimes. usually when i dont feel motivated to do someting and theres plently todistract me it sucks but sometimes it can be good it can beinspirational and give oyu ideas
This is a word that I can identify with so easily. I get sidetracked so often. One second you are doing something so simple, like walking a plate back to the kitchen and the next you may find yourself reading or doing a load of laundry because you picked up a book along the way to put it back or your shirt that you want to wear tomorrow. The focus it takes to remove the ability to become sidetracked from your mind is nearly impossible to achieve, unless you are trying for short periods of time. Then again, many people look at getting sidetracked as a negative thing, however, it does mean that you almost never get bored. And you learn to ignore all the unfinished things you have started. You finish them another day, getting sidetracked from one to the next.
I would say I get sidetracked a lot, I would say it happens more the more I need to get something done, but the truth of the matter is I’m “sidetracked” so often that it’s become the main path. How can I think of it as a distraction, as briefly wandering off the path, when it’s where I start, where I end and where I spend most of the time in between. At this point, I think getting sidetracked would have to entail actually accomplishing something.
Leftover from the nightbefore, thrown out of the window of a moving car, and now home to an orphaned colony of mice, the shoe trembled only when the trains — irregular now with the passing of the Agri-Business Subsidy act — roared by to deliver bums and wheat to neighboring Bernie.
the tv is on, i’m supposed to be packing. but it’s my favorite show, and i haven’t seen this episode. the boxes will pack themselves. one day i’ll be sidetracked by the memories they hold. and perhaps again by the show, though not on this tv.
I have been sidetracked over and over again by people I shouldn’t care about. Every night is the same: I won’t care anymore. Every day I can’t help but.
This is what happens every time I try to do homework.
I turn on my computer, intent on writing that essay or looking up those answers to the latest gov outline, and my finger will inevitably fall on the “f” for facebook, and before I know it, I’ve been sidetracked so far that it’s midnight and I’m barely holding onto my sanity.
I often become sidetracked with life. I don’t prioritize well. My attention and my determination often bleeds away when I fail or when I don’t do things correctly. It irritates me.
Have you ever MEANT to do something, but ended up sidetracked? It happens to me all the time, in fact, that might be the main reason why I never get anything done.
I meant to tell him. I wanted to tell him. But somehow every time I tried…I got sidetracked. First he seemed busy and I needed his full attention before I told him. Then the next day at lunch, our server seemed ultra attentive…the chatty sort that wants to ask about your day and tell you about hers. Ugh…I got sidetracked making small talk and didn’t get to tell him then, either. And today…today it was raining. Long driving sheets of ice cold rain. The kind of blowing misery that renders an umbrella completely useless. Drenched and cold when I walked into his office, and he looked up, his sunny smile a sharp contrast to the storm outside. I a rumble of thunder drowned out his greeting. I responded…”wow,check out that rain…”
This website causes me to become sidetracked. So does anything else mildly entertaining on the internet. I think about you though, and I’ll be sidetracked for the next few years..
i got sidetracked by the color in your eyes
looks like something wonderful
the color of amazing
i got sidetracked by youtube and facebook and life
sidetracked by life? at least, that’s my excuse.
distraction, deflection, disconnection.
reflect, refract, sidetracked on the way.
Squirrel! go here there and everywhere doing random stuff and everything like jumping instead of doing what you need to do like playing with a feather! And eating a pineapple.
Ok let me look at this picture and I will tell you if I recognize her and then you can
tell me why you want me to verify that I saw her last night. The officer was giving me
a quizzical look , Ma please just – Hey Aliea what do you want for dinner tonight my
brother yells from inside the house and sidetracked what I was going to say to the
police officer.
That would be me.
I am completely off course. The things I have to do, am meant to have done, I work at them, yes. But it takes damn near all day to get round to them. The dishes come first, as do the meals and snacks. Anything to put off pursuing my dreams. I’ve got to hatemyself sometimes.
I speak when I’m spoken to and then I don’t stop; I continue with my chatter until all conversation topics have been awkwardly exhausted. But he sits beside me and asks me one simple question, and just like that my words have been extinguished. I open my mouth to say yes, that would be nice, yes, I would like that, but I can’t. Instead I sit beside him and think of our proximity to each other and the words we have exchanged all day. I think about how stupid I am, how foolish I feel, how hopelessly I know things will end as they always end, but I manage to nod. So I, the girl that never stops talking, am sidetracked after just one look at him, and I decide that I never want to get back on track.
i am constantly getting sidetracked in this fast paced life. my attention span is zero. my thoughts race from one subject to the next never finishing always moving.
I’m focusing on this task. It needs to be done. I’ve overcome all powers willing me to procrastinate. I’m there. Finally. I’m all set. Dedicated. And then I get sidetracked. Darn it.
I am going to write a memoir. It’s a moving, difficult story and it will help me recover from all that has happened.
My first memory is of me and my mother at the beach, singing and laughing as the sun set on the harb
sidetracked…
exactly the word I needed today. If I had not gotten sidetracked I never would have ended up here.
sidetracked today means to me that I should not be here bu
Sidetracked constantly by the worries of the world, the sleek gold luster of tall buildings and thinner bodies. We move ane breathe reguardless of our wishes of imortality bending benieth that which we worship.
Can we turn away so easily from that of comfort and love?
People always become sidetracked. It’s part of life not necessarily a bad or good thing.Often great minds are sidetracked and that’s when they have there greatest moments.
one of my favorites huh…this is what i have been doing for all my life….i have sidetracked things…people, subject incidents…occurrences that I detested…and see the queer stroke of destiny…actually Newton here too plays his role…people most close to my heart…has sidetracked my wishes and desires…failed to realize that cud hurt me even…never mind they r sumone i cant live without…sumone who can never be sidetracked
Sidetracked, what is it really? I mean, tracking to the side, I suppose that makes sense in a way. We all have a place, we all lose our place, no one wants their place. How are we to fix that? How can we help others find the way if we can’t? To be sidetracked is to be lost, not found. Perpetually confused.
I’m always sidetracked. I’m sidetracked at school, I’m sidetracked when I’m not in school, I’m even sidetracked as I sleep. I’m sidetracked at this very moment–which is why I’m even writing this.
I am sidetracked when Im on the internet. In school i allowed my mind to become sidetracked by thinking about the guy I was dating, the next time I would get money and all around facebook.
A critical moment indeed, on the brink of cracking the very essence of life, revealing the complete history of the universe in a manner that was actually really simple, as all the best things are, Jed was distracted by a blonde with an imposing cleavage, bending down to adjust her shoelaces, before continuing on her jog… this was enough to lose Jed his chain of thought and with it any hope of man ever coming to terms with his origins and the oneness of creation. Through history, many is the great man sidetracked by sweet lady lumps.
Must focus writing on this subject. Must not get sidetracked. Oh, wait! The subject is sidetracked. Well, would it be ironic if I made an attempt to write about sidetracked yet kept getting too sidetracked to actually write anything about it?
there was the man on the side of the road and i knew that i shouldn’t go see him, that would just be stupid to go see what this man is doing standing in the rain and looking at the sky. bt something stopped me. i got out of the car, the country air full of the smell of hay blowing in my face, fat droplets pasting themselves all over my skin, “sir, what are you doing? he looked over at me and smiled
Sidetracked is whatbhappens whenever I try tocompletr a task – it seems as if there are numerous things to sidetrack me and unfortunately I allow myself to be sidetracked.
Today I got my report card, and I was content to see that my grades were average. Also, I saw some kid get run over by a car this morning on my way to school. He was okay though; he just got up and left. Today in my English class, we watched Julius Caesar, and it was interesting. It was really cold outside this morning, I stayed inside as much as possible… Oh, what? This whole story is irrelevant? Sorry, I must’ve become sidetracked.
He got sidetracked. Sometimes that happens, particularly when she’s around. It’s annoying, but he can’t seem to stop it. He knows she doesn’t *mean* to be so distracting. She probably hasn’t even realized how his demeanor changes when she’s around.
Well, this is what I am right now. If I wasn’t then I probably wouldn’t be here. Hey, what’s the harm? I’m taking an SAT tomorrow, so I might as well relieve myself of the stress. Besides, I always think the side is a better place to be… Whatever that means
It can be inspirational or harmful. I usually get sidetracked while doing something I dont like, theres plenty of distractions.
side tracked. i get side tracked sometimes. usually when i dont feel motivated to do someting and theres plently todistract me it sucks but sometimes it can be good it can beinspirational and give oyu ideas
Sidetracked is one word.
I am it and it is me.
Together hand-in-hand we skip towards serendipity…
Our love is tripping into an unexpected discovery.
This is a word that I can identify with so easily. I get sidetracked so often. One second you are doing something so simple, like walking a plate back to the kitchen and the next you may find yourself reading or doing a load of laundry because you picked up a book along the way to put it back or your shirt that you want to wear tomorrow. The focus it takes to remove the ability to become sidetracked from your mind is nearly impossible to achieve, unless you are trying for short periods of time. Then again, many people look at getting sidetracked as a negative thing, however, it does mean that you almost never get bored. And you learn to ignore all the unfinished things you have started. You finish them another day, getting sidetracked from one to the next.
I would say I get sidetracked a lot, I would say it happens more the more I need to get something done, but the truth of the matter is I’m “sidetracked” so often that it’s become the main path. How can I think of it as a distraction, as briefly wandering off the path, when it’s where I start, where I end and where I spend most of the time in between. At this point, I think getting sidetracked would have to entail actually accomplishing something.
Leftover from the nightbefore, thrown out of the window of a moving car, and now home to an orphaned colony of mice, the shoe trembled only when the trains — irregular now with the passing of the Agri-Business Subsidy act — roared by to deliver bums and wheat to neighboring Bernie.
No more walking.
the tv is on, i’m supposed to be packing. but it’s my favorite show, and i haven’t seen this episode. the boxes will pack themselves. one day i’ll be sidetracked by the memories they hold. and perhaps again by the show, though not on this tv.
I have been sidetracked over and over again by people I shouldn’t care about. Every night is the same: I won’t care anymore. Every day I can’t help but.
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This is what happens every time I try to do homework.
I turn on my computer, intent on writing that essay or looking up those answers to the latest gov outline, and my finger will inevitably fall on the “f” for facebook, and before I know it, I’ve been sidetracked so far that it’s midnight and I’m barely holding onto my sanity.
I often become sidetracked with life. I don’t prioritize well. My attention and my determination often bleeds away when I fail or when I don’t do things correctly. It irritates me.
Have you ever MEANT to do something, but ended up sidetracked? It happens to me all the time, in fact, that might be the main reason why I never get anything done.
I meant to tell him. I wanted to tell him. But somehow every time I tried…I got sidetracked. First he seemed busy and I needed his full attention before I told him. Then the next day at lunch, our server seemed ultra attentive…the chatty sort that wants to ask about your day and tell you about hers. Ugh…I got sidetracked making small talk and didn’t get to tell him then, either. And today…today it was raining. Long driving sheets of ice cold rain. The kind of blowing misery that renders an umbrella completely useless. Drenched and cold when I walked into his office, and he looked up, his sunny smile a sharp contrast to the storm outside. I a rumble of thunder drowned out his greeting. I responded…”wow,check out that rain…”
This website causes me to become sidetracked. So does anything else mildly entertaining on the internet. I think about you though, and I’ll be sidetracked for the next few years..
i got sidetracked by the color in your eyes
looks like something wonderful
the color of amazing
i got sidetracked by youtube and facebook and life
sidetracked by life? at least, that’s my excuse.
distraction, deflection, disconnection.
reflect, refract, sidetracked on the way.
Squirrel! go here there and everywhere doing random stuff and everything like jumping instead of doing what you need to do like playing with a feather! And eating a pineapple.
Ok let me look at this picture and I will tell you if I recognize her and then you can
tell me why you want me to verify that I saw her last night. The officer was giving me
a quizzical look , Ma please just – Hey Aliea what do you want for dinner tonight my
brother yells from inside the house and sidetracked what I was going to say to the
police officer.
That would be me.
I am completely off course. The things I have to do, am meant to have done, I work at them, yes. But it takes damn near all day to get round to them. The dishes come first, as do the meals and snacks. Anything to put off pursuing my dreams. I’ve got to hatemyself sometimes.
I speak when I’m spoken to and then I don’t stop; I continue with my chatter until all conversation topics have been awkwardly exhausted. But he sits beside me and asks me one simple question, and just like that my words have been extinguished. I open my mouth to say yes, that would be nice, yes, I would like that, but I can’t. Instead I sit beside him and think of our proximity to each other and the words we have exchanged all day. I think about how stupid I am, how foolish I feel, how hopelessly I know things will end as they always end, but I manage to nod. So I, the girl that never stops talking, am sidetracked after just one look at him, and I decide that I never want to get back on track.
i am constantly getting sidetracked in this fast paced life. my attention span is zero. my thoughts race from one subject to the next never finishing always moving.
I’m focusing on this task. It needs to be done. I’ve overcome all powers willing me to procrastinate. I’m there. Finally. I’m all set. Dedicated. And then I get sidetracked. Darn it.
I am going to write a memoir. It’s a moving, difficult story and it will help me recover from all that has happened.
My first memory is of me and my mother at the beach, singing and laughing as the sun set on the harb
I’m going to write down my life’s story; it’s a story that needs to be told.
So on the day I was born, my mother’s first words to me wer
sidetracked…
exactly the word I needed today. If I had not gotten sidetracked I never would have ended up here.
sidetracked today means to me that I should not be here bu
stumble upon.
that is the definition of sidetracked.
it is what refrains me from continuing with my homework, and keeps me up every night… i love it, yet i hate it.
Sidetracked constantly by the worries of the world, the sleek gold luster of tall buildings and thinner bodies. We move ane breathe reguardless of our wishes of imortality bending benieth that which we worship.
Can we turn away so easily from that of comfort and love?
I’m sidetracked. Lost in thought. Not doing what I should. Preoccupied. Gone. Somewhere else. I’m sidetracked.
People always become sidetracked. It’s part of life not necessarily a bad or good thing.Often great minds are sidetracked and that’s when they have there greatest moments.
one of my favorites huh…this is what i have been doing for all my life….i have sidetracked things…people, subject incidents…occurrences that I detested…and see the queer stroke of destiny…actually Newton here too plays his role…people most close to my heart…has sidetracked my wishes and desires…failed to realize that cud hurt me even…never mind they r sumone i cant live without…sumone who can never be sidetracked
Sidetracked, what is it really? I mean, tracking to the side, I suppose that makes sense in a way. We all have a place, we all lose our place, no one wants their place. How are we to fix that? How can we help others find the way if we can’t? To be sidetracked is to be lost, not found. Perpetually confused.
I’m always sidetracked. I’m sidetracked at school, I’m sidetracked when I’m not in school, I’m even sidetracked as I sleep. I’m sidetracked at this very moment–which is why I’m even writing this.
trying to multitask with your brain…
stumbling
I am sidetracked when Im on the internet. In school i allowed my mind to become sidetracked by thinking about the guy I was dating, the next time I would get money and all around facebook.
A critical moment indeed, on the brink of cracking the very essence of life, revealing the complete history of the universe in a manner that was actually really simple, as all the best things are, Jed was distracted by a blonde with an imposing cleavage, bending down to adjust her shoelaces, before continuing on her jog… this was enough to lose Jed his chain of thought and with it any hope of man ever coming to terms with his origins and the oneness of creation. Through history, many is the great man sidetracked by sweet lady lumps.
Must focus writing on this subject. Must not get sidetracked. Oh, wait! The subject is sidetracked. Well, would it be ironic if I made an attempt to write about sidetracked yet kept getting too sidetracked to actually write anything about it?
there was the man on the side of the road and i knew that i shouldn’t go see him, that would just be stupid to go see what this man is doing standing in the rain and looking at the sky. bt something stopped me. i got out of the car, the country air full of the smell of hay blowing in my face, fat droplets pasting themselves all over my skin, “sir, what are you doing? he looked over at me and smiled
Sidetracked is whatbhappens whenever I try tocompletr a task – it seems as if there are numerous things to sidetrack me and unfortunately I allow myself to be sidetracked.
Today I got my report card, and I was content to see that my grades were average. Also, I saw some kid get run over by a car this morning on my way to school. He was okay though; he just got up and left. Today in my English class, we watched Julius Caesar, and it was interesting. It was really cold outside this morning, I stayed inside as much as possible… Oh, what? This whole story is irrelevant? Sorry, I must’ve become sidetracked.