Written while bored at work last night.
The sun shines in a perfect circle of flaming tangerine as the earth orbit takes it beyond view below the horizon. It turns the surrounding sky azure and rose, leaving in it's wake a few pinpricks of light; the stars are ready to shine in all their wishing glory. I can't wait to get out of the dusty workplace and into the summer night which waits with a promise of freedom. I love the fragrant air on my face as I blur past the onlooking streetlights on lonely streets. I love how the moon shows me the way. A silent listener as I let my voice rise with the music in perfect harmony. It is a night worthy of letting myself take the long way home through sleepy back roads, coming at last to a soft bed in a cool dim lit room with too many good books to choose from. Letting sleep draw over me like a soft blanket. And then falling to that place from which I will wake in the morning with the remnants of beautiful and exotic worlds dancing in my consciousness.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
haha...oops!
okay, for those of you who actually click on the links in my entries may have noticed that the RHCP song was in fact a link to Muse again.(thanks to butz jr. for pointing this out). You can never get enough muse, but in case you really care, the problem is now fixed and you can enjoy the Chili Peppers.
Monday, June 11, 2007
To Appease the Masses
Apparently I have avid readers and need to write more frequently to keep them from sending me hate mail.
Marconi plays the mamba, Listen to the radio. Don't you remember, we built this city on rock and roll!
Summer is rolling along. I had two wonderful days last week.
The first Kirsti already posted(for those of you who read her blog also). We Alice and Wonderlanded it in the backyard playing croquet except we had normal mallets and balls. She won once and I won once. We then took it upon ourselves to wash the rolled-in-dead-bird stench off of Trissie with a hose and some dog shampoo. I don't think that she enjoyed it very much. Feeling bad for her we took her for a walk around the park across the stree to dry her off. All attempts to accomplish this natural drying failed since she ended up jumping in the creek at the end.
Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a gilrfriend that I had in February of last year, it's not confidential. I've got potential. A rushin', a rushin' around.
On Saturday, me and Juli went to The Upper Crust for lunch to discuss the details of our upcoming road trip which I am getting very excited for. We went to Coldstone for dessert. Wonderful food, wonderful ice cream, wonderful company. Good time, great oldies. I also watched two really bad moives that I foolishly thought would have some quality. "Blood and Chocolate" and "Ghost Rider". They both had really neat effects, but the dialogue made me want to vomit and the story lines were sketchy at best. I was greatly dissapointed (and yes, you were right Steven. Feel free to say I told you so).
I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.
Even work hasn't been too bad lately, though I will take this moment to mention that I still do not have the raise that I was supposed to get a couple months ago. But with the hours that I have been getting I still hope to have a car by the end of the summer! Isn't that exciting?
Okay, I hope that makes certain people happy.
And because I just bought this song and love it so very very much, here's the music video for "Snow (Hey Oh)" by the RHCP.
Marconi plays the mamba, Listen to the radio. Don't you remember, we built this city on rock and roll!
Summer is rolling along. I had two wonderful days last week.
The first Kirsti already posted(for those of you who read her blog also). We Alice and Wonderlanded it in the backyard playing croquet except we had normal mallets and balls. She won once and I won once. We then took it upon ourselves to wash the rolled-in-dead-bird stench off of Trissie with a hose and some dog shampoo. I don't think that she enjoyed it very much. Feeling bad for her we took her for a walk around the park across the stree to dry her off. All attempts to accomplish this natural drying failed since she ended up jumping in the creek at the end.
Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a gilrfriend that I had in February of last year, it's not confidential. I've got potential. A rushin', a rushin' around.
On Saturday, me and Juli went to The Upper Crust for lunch to discuss the details of our upcoming road trip which I am getting very excited for. We went to Coldstone for dessert. Wonderful food, wonderful ice cream, wonderful company. Good time, great oldies. I also watched two really bad moives that I foolishly thought would have some quality. "Blood and Chocolate" and "Ghost Rider". They both had really neat effects, but the dialogue made me want to vomit and the story lines were sketchy at best. I was greatly dissapointed (and yes, you were right Steven. Feel free to say I told you so).
I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.
Even work hasn't been too bad lately, though I will take this moment to mention that I still do not have the raise that I was supposed to get a couple months ago. But with the hours that I have been getting I still hope to have a car by the end of the summer! Isn't that exciting?
Okay, I hope that makes certain people happy.
And because I just bought this song and love it so very very much, here's the music video for "Snow (Hey Oh)" by the RHCP.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Time
It's a funny thing, time is. It seems, in the summer, to take on a new form that it refused to assume during the semester. It has now morphed from the tortise into the hare. Zipping along until it thinks it has a fair lead, stopping off for a leasurly rest and then rushing in a panic to catch up. This makes for an erratic living experience.
I'm spending a lot of time at work, and not only at my store but also at Cherry Hill Which has the customer traffic of my back yard. I can get all the morning chores done in fifteen minutes and then I spend my time thinking about cleaning and changing the color of a post-it with a red pen instead. It's nice that it's so quiet, but it makes mornings that are already dull even duller.
I'M FINALLY ENROLLED!!!
Physiology
Entamology
Agricultural Law
Financial planning
I can't say that I am really excited for any of these. Oh well.
Still don't have the raise that I was supposed to get a few months ago and I blame this fully on my district manager who is a complete jerk. His best interestes are deffinatly only his own and he doesn't care for his employees at all. I really think we should consider the possibility of an uprising. That woud show him. Too bad I don't have the gumption...something I could really use sometimes.
I saw the new Pirates movie. It was good. Better then the second but not as good as the first. I went with people from church...who are my friends?
I'm not really sure who my friends are right now. Do I have any? Real friends? I think a few but they are all moving on and I am still stuck in the "wanting things to be they way they used to be in he summer" phase. Maybe I will never get out of it. Only because I don't have any stationary friends to lean on. They are all hanging out with the hare of time. and I am the slow and steady torise, except I probably wont win the race.
Anyway, those are my only concerns right. Life is pretty okay. I want to get out of columbia for a day or two. I really can't wait for the road trip me and sis Juli are planning.
Come on life. Show me what you got. Make me burst out of myself.
I'm spending a lot of time at work, and not only at my store but also at Cherry Hill Which has the customer traffic of my back yard. I can get all the morning chores done in fifteen minutes and then I spend my time thinking about cleaning and changing the color of a post-it with a red pen instead. It's nice that it's so quiet, but it makes mornings that are already dull even duller.
I'M FINALLY ENROLLED!!!
Physiology
Entamology
Agricultural Law
Financial planning
I can't say that I am really excited for any of these. Oh well.
Still don't have the raise that I was supposed to get a few months ago and I blame this fully on my district manager who is a complete jerk. His best interestes are deffinatly only his own and he doesn't care for his employees at all. I really think we should consider the possibility of an uprising. That woud show him. Too bad I don't have the gumption...something I could really use sometimes.
I saw the new Pirates movie. It was good. Better then the second but not as good as the first. I went with people from church...who are my friends?
I'm not really sure who my friends are right now. Do I have any? Real friends? I think a few but they are all moving on and I am still stuck in the "wanting things to be they way they used to be in he summer" phase. Maybe I will never get out of it. Only because I don't have any stationary friends to lean on. They are all hanging out with the hare of time. and I am the slow and steady torise, except I probably wont win the race.
Anyway, those are my only concerns right. Life is pretty okay. I want to get out of columbia for a day or two. I really can't wait for the road trip me and sis Juli are planning.
Come on life. Show me what you got. Make me burst out of myself.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Moods
I hate hormones. Right now they are not my friend.
I'm not generally a moody person thanks to regulatory hormone pills I was perscribed by my doctor for my anemia. But now that I'm not taking them I've been having these irregular mood swings.
For example, I cried at the end of The Shining (the 1997 one with Steven Weber from Wings). Who does that? I'm a regular weeper when it comes to movies, but I'm not sure that vrying to Stephen King is normal, unless it's at the Langoleers because the movie was such a waste of made for T.V. time.
Sunday was just terrible with a flood of "I'm alone and have no friends" feelings that weren't helped with my dream where one of my best friends ignored me the whole time.
I came to work tonight in a generally good mood but by the end of the shift I was throughly annoyed and feeling an emotion bordering on melancholy. Even Mike's constant good mood and shining aura didn't seem to lift my spirits as it usually does. My manager came in late and immediatly started telling me that I was doing something wrong because the rules had changed yet again. The number of petty rules that can get you trown out has been mounding up for the last few months and I find many of them pointless and tiresome. And my moodiness caused me to cat out unnaturally. I started arguing with the boss lady about the stupidness of the rules and got even more annoyed when she tried to mollify me with her made up excuses and examples illustrating why it makes sense (I learned a while ago that most of these "illustrations" are just her way of trying to keep the employee happy.). I finally just said, "whatever, I still think it's stupid but there is nothing that I can do about it so I'm going to let it go." But se still felt that she needed to explain herself and was distressed by my obvious change from smiling follower to scowling mutineer.
Oh well, this too shall pass and I will go back to having normal emotions.
And might I just add that it's hard for me to graciously accept the people that my "best friends" are becoming lately...
I'm not generally a moody person thanks to regulatory hormone pills I was perscribed by my doctor for my anemia. But now that I'm not taking them I've been having these irregular mood swings.
For example, I cried at the end of The Shining (the 1997 one with Steven Weber from Wings). Who does that? I'm a regular weeper when it comes to movies, but I'm not sure that vrying to Stephen King is normal, unless it's at the Langoleers because the movie was such a waste of made for T.V. time.
Sunday was just terrible with a flood of "I'm alone and have no friends" feelings that weren't helped with my dream where one of my best friends ignored me the whole time.
I came to work tonight in a generally good mood but by the end of the shift I was throughly annoyed and feeling an emotion bordering on melancholy. Even Mike's constant good mood and shining aura didn't seem to lift my spirits as it usually does. My manager came in late and immediatly started telling me that I was doing something wrong because the rules had changed yet again. The number of petty rules that can get you trown out has been mounding up for the last few months and I find many of them pointless and tiresome. And my moodiness caused me to cat out unnaturally. I started arguing with the boss lady about the stupidness of the rules and got even more annoyed when she tried to mollify me with her made up excuses and examples illustrating why it makes sense (I learned a while ago that most of these "illustrations" are just her way of trying to keep the employee happy.). I finally just said, "whatever, I still think it's stupid but there is nothing that I can do about it so I'm going to let it go." But se still felt that she needed to explain herself and was distressed by my obvious change from smiling follower to scowling mutineer.
Oh well, this too shall pass and I will go back to having normal emotions.
And might I just add that it's hard for me to graciously accept the people that my "best friends" are becoming lately...
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Lookin Up!
Okay, I just have to insert this from Dave Barry's 24 Blog which is one of the funniest things on earth and makes up for his not writing a weekly column for the Miami Herald anymore...
"CTU's motto should be 'D'oh!'"
This will not be a 24 entry, but those of you who are watching this season with any regularity should understand.
So, things are going to be better from now on...hopefully. I still, still, STILL can't figure out why I can't enroll for my classes. But all of the ones I am signed up for are still miraculously open.
I am done with ornithology!!! The class that has controlled my entire life for the last few months. I'm pretty sure that I will manage a passing grade (passing being at least a D). But no matter what happens, I am not going to take it again. I will enroll super early next winter semester and get into mammology. I'm done with birds.
In some amazing twist of fate (or rather a twist of me actually doing my work), I managed a 90% out of my research paper(I would have gotten a 95% if I had been able to turn it in on time. CURSE YOU COMPUTER WITH NOT ENOUGH MEMORY!!). I am always amazed at how I am able to pull stuff like this off, it's how it's always been in my English and other writing classes. Maybe their standards are low. Or at least lower than I expect. I would once again like to thank Mr. Stover for making my senior year of high school a living hell so that I can be a competent B.S.er...um,I mean writer. Along with that, I think I did pretty well on my Ornithology final. I finished in an hour, which could be awesome or detrimental. I guess I'll have to see, but I felt that I was sufficient in my explanations. And unlike the last two tests, I felt that I actually knew the answers to 98% of the questions. Thank goodness for my procrastinating heart telling me that I have to deny it just this once.
The three finals I still have to take are still looming, but not as much as Ornithology was. I have meteorology this afternoon at 1:00 which I'm not studying for at the moment. But this is my least difficult test. It's only 50 questions multiple choice(like all the other tests), covers two units, and I still have three hours to study for it. It will probably only take me 1.5. Man, I love easy A, entry level classes. I've about used up my quota for those, so I'm basking in the rapidly fading glow.
My other two finals loom more like a cluster of light gray fluffy clouds than an oncoming storm. Not too threatening and I still have plenty of time for study, which I will try very hard mot to put off...but my reserves of determination were almost completely depleted in my ornithology fervor.
Well that's all I got for this week so far. I may take a moment and make note of how I think I did in my other finals, but I may too busy dancing on campus because it's almost the end of another semester!
Over and Out.
"CTU's motto should be 'D'oh!'"
This will not be a 24 entry, but those of you who are watching this season with any regularity should understand.
So, things are going to be better from now on...hopefully. I still, still, STILL can't figure out why I can't enroll for my classes. But all of the ones I am signed up for are still miraculously open.
I am done with ornithology!!! The class that has controlled my entire life for the last few months. I'm pretty sure that I will manage a passing grade (passing being at least a D). But no matter what happens, I am not going to take it again. I will enroll super early next winter semester and get into mammology. I'm done with birds.
In some amazing twist of fate (or rather a twist of me actually doing my work), I managed a 90% out of my research paper(I would have gotten a 95% if I had been able to turn it in on time. CURSE YOU COMPUTER WITH NOT ENOUGH MEMORY!!). I am always amazed at how I am able to pull stuff like this off, it's how it's always been in my English and other writing classes. Maybe their standards are low. Or at least lower than I expect. I would once again like to thank Mr. Stover for making my senior year of high school a living hell so that I can be a competent B.S.er...um,I mean writer. Along with that, I think I did pretty well on my Ornithology final. I finished in an hour, which could be awesome or detrimental. I guess I'll have to see, but I felt that I was sufficient in my explanations. And unlike the last two tests, I felt that I actually knew the answers to 98% of the questions. Thank goodness for my procrastinating heart telling me that I have to deny it just this once.
The three finals I still have to take are still looming, but not as much as Ornithology was. I have meteorology this afternoon at 1:00 which I'm not studying for at the moment. But this is my least difficult test. It's only 50 questions multiple choice(like all the other tests), covers two units, and I still have three hours to study for it. It will probably only take me 1.5. Man, I love easy A, entry level classes. I've about used up my quota for those, so I'm basking in the rapidly fading glow.
My other two finals loom more like a cluster of light gray fluffy clouds than an oncoming storm. Not too threatening and I still have plenty of time for study, which I will try very hard mot to put off...but my reserves of determination were almost completely depleted in my ornithology fervor.
Well that's all I got for this week so far. I may take a moment and make note of how I think I did in my other finals, but I may too busy dancing on campus because it's almost the end of another semester!
Over and Out.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Last Days
I cannot express enough in words how lightened my heart is by the fact that three hours from now I will be done with classes for the semester. Finals week is almost a light at the end of this weeks long dark and dank tunnel. (*giggle* I'm making rhythmic patterns on the space key to "Brighter than sunshine" as I think)
After yesterdays soggy dreariness (that left my feet more a prune than they have ever been in my entire life of long baths) the earth smells like memories of Shelter Gardens. Pine, wet earth and a blend of all manner of green things. I could close my eyes and imagine myself elsewhere were it not for the intrusive sounds of campus construction. It seems that I am doomed to be followed by an incomplete state of refurbishment. First Hickman High, now Mizzou. Life in a constant state of costly upgrades.
Several people have told me that I am a good writer. Complements are always encouraging. And I am great full for them If only these people read my more modest self which dwells in the pages of my journal and my black notebook(yes, the black notebook has returned in full force...for some time actually-see December 6th and 7th 2006 entries). It's less than lovely. More of a raw self rather than the polished one I usually present here. Not that I'm not honest here, just in a less random erratic and more eloquent way. Different faces for the same person. I think it's healthy to be a little multi-colored. The same people that tell me that I am a good writer say that I should so more with it. I've tried this before and it usually starts out good and then comes to a screeching halt. It's because I don't have the patience to get through that hard parts. But I think that this summer I'll try again and maybe see it through to some kind of end thins time. Who knows...we'll see.
And I have to mention how sad it made me that on Myspace I'm not even in any of my few friends top 20. I actually don't care that much about Myspace, but I had an irrational wave of unlovedness for a few moments there worth noting because it was so silly of me.
After yesterdays soggy dreariness (that left my feet more a prune than they have ever been in my entire life of long baths) the earth smells like memories of Shelter Gardens. Pine, wet earth and a blend of all manner of green things. I could close my eyes and imagine myself elsewhere were it not for the intrusive sounds of campus construction. It seems that I am doomed to be followed by an incomplete state of refurbishment. First Hickman High, now Mizzou. Life in a constant state of costly upgrades.
Several people have told me that I am a good writer. Complements are always encouraging. And I am great full for them If only these people read my more modest self which dwells in the pages of my journal and my black notebook(yes, the black notebook has returned in full force...for some time actually-see December 6th and 7th 2006 entries). It's less than lovely. More of a raw self rather than the polished one I usually present here. Not that I'm not honest here, just in a less random erratic and more eloquent way. Different faces for the same person. I think it's healthy to be a little multi-colored. The same people that tell me that I am a good writer say that I should so more with it. I've tried this before and it usually starts out good and then comes to a screeching halt. It's because I don't have the patience to get through that hard parts. But I think that this summer I'll try again and maybe see it through to some kind of end thins time. Who knows...we'll see.
And I have to mention how sad it made me that on Myspace I'm not even in any of my few friends top 20. I actually don't care that much about Myspace, but I had an irrational wave of unlovedness for a few moments there worth noting because it was so silly of me.
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