| I Had A Piece of Pizza |
[Sep. 13th, 2008|12:44 am] |
I ate a piece of pizza
earlier today
It took me 20 minutes
in the car
on the way
back home
But I got full
I had all I'd want to eat
Before the slice was gone
Being sated was a treat. |
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| Things to Tell Donnie |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|12:12 pm] |
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1. Ithaca realtor 2. Tina 3. @ your library 4. circumcision 5. credit cards 6. toilet paper |
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| I Has LOLs! |
[Jun. 27th, 2008|11:15 am] |
I made captions for two pictures. Go me.
moar funny pictures
and
moar funny pictures
Neither one features a cat or a cheeseburger (or a bucket - I still don't get what that's about), so I figure I get bonus points for that. |
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| But You Gotta Have Friends |
[Jun. 24th, 2008|10:41 pm] |
I've kept people at arm's length. I haven't allowed for the possibility of anybody changing my life. I've tried to project to the world that I am calm, cool, and collected; but it's to my own detriment. I've been pretending to have it all together, as if graduation from college meant I knew who I was and where I was going. As if my diploma magically erased all the mess -- my depression and self-confidence issues and helplessness. As if my being a few years older meant I had to be more in control than anybody.
I always felt I had to make up for those lost years, but one doesn't simply skip over the crucial steps that happen at that age. The show Friends moves me because it is all about the mid-20s that I never allowed myself to live. As Monica said in the pilot episode, "It sucks. You're gonna love it." Being lost, and frantic, and having crazy relationships, and making stupid decisions, working at crappy jobs in a wobbly career trajectory, and most importantly having friends who make me somebody better than I was without them. In that way, I've allowed television to live the life I should have been out living instead of inside and watching. Damn you, Must See TV!
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| Flaws in the Diamond |
[Jun. 21st, 2008|09:18 pm] |
I've taken to snort laughing. At home, at least. I kind of like doing it. It makes me laugh harder to hear myself laugh so goofily.
It's certainly a better flaw than picking through my hair and biting off the wiry ones. I do that too, sometimes.
Unhealthily, I've forgotten to embrace my humanness. I don't mean my humanity -- I mean my limitations, bad habits, and imperfections. I'd much rather be perfect; short of that, I'd much rather hide them and pretend I don't have any. "If they knew, they might be disgusted or offended." My Virgo brain has heard the saying that you can't please all the people all the time, but it still tries. All the time.
There's a downside, beyond the facade of flawlessness being something short of honest. Without any allowance for being less than perfect, I am stifled. I always feel guilty. Bad. Not deserving of affection, praise, kindness or love. Because my household and grooming falls short? Feh. I'd rather accept and move on. And, you know, breathe a little easier. Like Phoebe on Friends needing to live in a world where she can spill, I need to live in a world where I can be imperfect.
So, yes, I pick at my cuticles and I'm a little lax in the body hair management department sometimes. I have more stuff than I need or have room for, and there's cat fur on my curtains from where Jasper likes to look out the window.
And I don't care who knows it. |
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| Happy Mother's Day |
[May. 11th, 2008|11:11 pm] |
I called my mom to wish her a Happy Mother's Day. I thanked her for being my maaam. She thanked me for being her daughter. I think she meant it, and I can't imagine why. What have I done to be thanked for? I'm holding my full potential hostage.
Oh dear. I really do think in terms of deserving love. If I were my mom, I would be sad about the full potential not yet being reached, but I would still love my girl, the perfect blend of me and my husband, who I love. She's our firstborn, and so our hopes will always be higher for her, but we don't want to interfere. We don't want to meddle, and so we don't ask many questions. Also we want to remain blameless. She doesn't want to resent me either, which I have to appreciate. But it's this same remarkable self-awareness which is her tragic flaw. She knows herself but it's as if she doesn't understand all of the features of a new electronic device and I have the earlier model so my manual won't work for her. All I can do is get on with my own life and hope that she figures it out before her model is obsolete. |
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| And That's How Time Doesn't Exist in Space. |
[May. 10th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
Because I'm too often preoccupied with my own universe, I forget that everybody is the center of their own universe. I'm still learning how to manage mine, and being the center and all, I forget that everybody else has to learn the exact same thing. With all of our universes bumping into each other's all the time, it does get confusing sometimes.
I forget that learning, that everything in essence, is a progression, building on itself, and that it doesn't ever finish, for anybody. Oh, plenty try to stop change from happening, from time passing; even so, they're never as static as they think they are. Like I said, it's easy to forget this stuff among all the distractions.
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EmYa always strikes me as done. She seems at peace, I mean - not that she's closed-minded, not at all. There's a contentedness to EmYa. I've been so in awe of that, in awe of her really, and also we're only now starting to be friends outside of work, that I didn't see she might be a lot like Kate was. EmYa, like Kate, is able to move around North America at will. Kate, too, was contented to live alone and pursue her career. Kate was a tall plus-size girl, who everybody liked because of her sunny personality. But Kate was somewhat emotionally stunted. Over the years since I've seen Kate last, she's lost some of her giddiness but gained a serenity.
Much like Friends, I'd like to point out. Post-911, with Monica and Chandler's wedding and the seamless transition into the new season's storyline (Rachel having a child alone), the Friends were past the quarterlife crisis, which was the original concept for the show (as I see it - I don't know if the producers/creators ever said that). It's all very Grosse Point Blank.
Anyway, Kate got herself in shape, she got herself a home, and she built a real life for herself. Somewhere in there, she was ready to and so did have fall in love and have a relationship. EmYa is a couple of years younger, and obviously not everybody grows up at the same rate (I'm on the slow end of the learning curve on this one, myself). I don't know a thing about EmYa's relationship with her boyfriend, but she very well may not be done. That's all I meant. |
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| The Balance of Solemtye: the Glint of Day |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|07:24 pm] |
Fantasy novel, wha?
Ok, check this out:
Feldom is obvious: the realm of Fel.
Solemtye is short for 'soul empty'. I realized today that I need to keep a balance between my soul being full, or 'soulful', and my soul being empty. I think of it like my car's gas tank, where the limit is (or should be) a quarter tank. When it gets down that low, it's time to refill. My soul is the same.
Glint - it's that sparkle, or twinkle, that some people have. Real people. Interesting, creative people.
It's impossible to talk about sparkle without talking about Trixie. Trixie changed my life. Quick history lesson about me: August 24, 1992 is the day that changed my life forever; it's where Book One begins. Trixie was an enormous part of that day. Because she was my sparkle. And she saw mine. Trixie is my soulmate, in the truest sense of that word. She's my fairy godmother, and my guardian angel, and even sometimes my evanescent muse.
You might think the Day part is obvious too, but it's not, quite. My success to date has been as a Day person, not a Night person. My feminine wiles, such that they might be, are day. I can't really describe what that means yet, but it's a term that makes sense to me somehow. It's like how I think the numbers four and eight are green and the number nine is orange. It's not exactly logical; it just is.
So that's why Book One of the Feldom series will be called "The Balance of Solemtye: The Glint of Day". It's loosely based on my quest. The quest that I'm hopefully, going to conquer sometime soon.
Get it? |
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| The Pick Up Artist |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
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Did I ever mention how much I loved this show on VH-1? |
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| Welcome to the Feldome! |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
I have decided. If I ever write a fantasy novel series, it will be set in the realm of Feldom. The first quest/novel? "The Balance of Solemtye: the Glint of Day"
Trust me...it makes sense! |
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| Inquiring Minds |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|01:09 am] |
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What makes a Philly cheese steak different from a steak and cheese sub? |
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| Stream of Consciousness 7 |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|12:50 am] |
This is the last post from June 29, 2007.
i decided to take a nap instead. it's healthier ,and it's safer and yeah. beasides, i can wake up later if i want. it's friday!! yeee!
so yeah. nap. and hopefully that will help all the eye tension i'm feelign righ tnow. it's like a pre-headache.
another plus to this experiement is it keeps my hands busy so i'm not eating so much. that's always good. but as for right now, i have ate my share of cookies and then some, so that's not really the issue. but migth be in the future.
hey!! issue is tissue , with a t! is that Joincidence, chandler?
ok, well, i think i'll watch tv until i finish my diet coke, and THEN i'll take a nap. so there. bye. |
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| Stream of Consciousness 6 |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|12:40 am] |
Written after the previous post on June 29, 2007.
damn. i starte drereading the earlier parts, starting to consider whether i should post them publically ore not, and i started getting more ideas. i salso sconfest i started egetting in some corrections. only a couple in all honesty, but i felt i had to ,for the sake of the futue understanding of it. but surprisingly, the smepelling mistakes are just fine. i can cdecipher toohse easlie. and i kind a like them, to tell the truth, theyr'e sotrt of cute. it's like being amused by my dreams..being all proud of my brain when it runs off donig it's own thing. like the little kid playing inside. the inner child. you tknow the kid. from Bird by Bird? anyway, him.
that's what my dfreams are sometimes like. teyy're vivid and they're literal, and in being literal, soketmethings they're really funny. and sometims they're really distubring, not bcause they're so literal but because they're freaking weird ass dreams.
i should start keeping a dream journal again. and i should styartw earing my biteguard again. *oshg* i have to take better ccame of myself. living alone, that's the only option. you either take care of yourself or you don't. and if you don't, you're ewatinst oyour tim,e thinking a guy is going to come along to mak,e you better. he will, but not when it comes to weekend chores
so i don't remember what ielse, if anything, i wanted to say in this 6th part. i only got through reading part 2. it's enough. oh well. whatever else i wan'te dto write, i've gforgotten. no big deal. (heh. get a lod of me, letting things go like that! "I'm breezy!", as monica would say) |
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| Stream of Consciousness 3 |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|12:07 am] |
This post was written on June 29, 2007. It has not been edited.
thinking about these experimental ly wrriten posts...what if hey were published as a book? like a gertrude stien or an ee cummings, reinvention language to be both tactiale and visual, m eaningful nad laso irrelelvant. or pretty. guyh.
i don't like ththings that are pretty only for the sake of being pretty. i like things that are pretty with another purpose. it helps make them likable, 'm surebu t that's not what i mean.
my eyes are closed btw. for this whole post.
i'm cheating only little bits an d pieces, and i do that only for the sake upf future understanid.g but actually that really IS cheeting, because that's the whole lpin.t.... i never get to make a point because i'm too busy interrupting myself. my fingers moreve to tslow, or my mind moves to fast or something, and i have ADHD and fluter around all the thoughts at once, nd i try to just get one out that makes sense, rather than trying to grapple with all 4 or 5 of them that are swarming around my head at any vgiven momen.t
i think that's my real capacity, actuqally. ...4 or so thoughts at a time. that's maybe my max, becausxer any more than that, then even my brain can't follow the threads of the thought anymore. it just becaomes overwhelming, and i drop them all like a juggler's plates.
do jugglesrs have plaitss?
anyway, yeah. so if i get out owf my own face, i actually like myeslf a lot better ,e becasue i really do appreciate the way my minmd works. when i let it work. you know? it's such a catch 22 or a vice versa or a double entendre or whatever.
i hate that light in my face. i should shut f off and only writne with my eyes closed by the light of the screen, because yeh, hwo neds likeght when your eyes are closed , anyway? right? |
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| That's Clarence Oveur. Over. |
[Oct. 27th, 2007|03:47 am] |
Arodnap and I have invented a new word:
overstand
verb. 1. to believe one's own understanding is greater than it really is 2. to understand to the point of exaggeration
It is worse to overstand than to overstate. Overstating might get you embarrassed, but overstanding could result in hurt, once the overstander has been corrected.
Every post includes at least a bit of overstanding. After all, a seeming majority of personal blogging seems to be comprised of the dramatic telling of ordinary events.
(p.s. I don't think I have officially invented a word since the team effort that brought "greft". That was exactly 15 years ago.) |
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| I See Inside People |
[Oct. 27th, 2007|02:37 am] |
I'm totally getting the vibes of the people I'm talking to lately. Men, especially. It's like I can see the true intention behind every word they keystroke.
Trippy.
I still have no idea what they're all about, though. |
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| Heartbreak Makes Everything Sound Poignant |
[Oct. 27th, 2007|02:29 am] |
To varying degrees, I have intentionally enticed three and a half mostly-ex-lovers this week.
Not coincidentally, I don't have the one I really want. |
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| Rated M for Mature Audiences |
[Oct. 27th, 2007|02:16 am] |
As you may know, this blog was born on Blogger. Since then, I've mirrored the majority of my posts from here on Blogger. (FYI, I did not post content on Blogger and not also post it here. Aside from missing the earlier posts, that is.)
Starting today, the two blogs are officially different. Due to recent events, the Blogger blog will be PG-13. This blog, however, is now Rated M.
Enjoy. |
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| Bliss, of the Wedded and Watery Varieties |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|03:02 pm] |
I cry a lot. I’m the girl who cried when my 4th grade friend chipped her tooth walking into a sliding glass door. I’m the girl they all called “over sensitive”.
Frankly, I think it’s just plain sensitive. Not overly so. Like...Goldilocks sensitive.
Anyway, it is what it is. I’m pretty okay with it, especially when it’s joyful crying instead of sorrowful crying. It can be a little embarrassing, but I don’t stress about what conclusions people must come to when they see me weepy. I’m just one of those people. It's not like I can do all that much to cover anyway; it's sort of noticeable, you know?
Sometimes I have no idea why I’m crying. I mean, I know it’s because I’ve been emotionally moved but I can’t put words to why it’s tear-jerking. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen it, I will always always cry at the end of Defending Your Life. “Brave enough for you?” Aaaand, puddle. The music, and the triumph over obstacles, and the elders are proud of him. Every damn time, I’m there grinning and weeping.
( This post is actually about a wedding. Read on! ) |
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| Praise Be? |
[Oct. 20th, 2007|12:49 pm] |
Our Google, who art in cyberspace,
Hallowed be thy domain.
Thy search to come,
Thy results be done,
On 127.0.0.1 as it is in the Googleplex.
Give us this day our daily searches,
And forgive us our spam,
As we forgive those who spam against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from Microsoft.
For thine is the search engine,
And the power,
And the glory,
Forever and ever.
Amen.
by dwerbill (but swiped from blkdykegoddess's page)
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