Added almost one and a half more gigs of music to the iTunes today, cleaned the kitchen. Productive day and I didn’t even have to work on Capstone to feel productive. =) I’ll work on it next week, I think. Yes, that sounds splendid. Work on it later. Now back to reading and maybe a nap.
Currently on a Goo Goo Dolls kick. Wonder where that’s gonna take me today. Also excited to meet Donovan’s mother today. Excited and nervous, because despite what I thought I needed, I found myself pulled into this. Let the chips fall where they may, I’ve never been one to refuse taking chances.
Strawberry-Banana Pancakes, slept in, doing laundry, cleaning up a bit around the house. A nice, productive day off. But not how I want to be spending it.
If there is any question as to my sense of humor, I’m reading A Dirty Job right now and I absolutely love Christopher Moore’s absolutely dark sense of humor. Opening line of the book: “Charlie Asher walked the earth like an ant walks on the surface of water, as if the slightest misstep might send him plummeting through the surface to be sucked to the depths below.”
Things change. Places, relationships, tastes, preferences, likes and dislikes, hopes, dreams but most importantly, people. To ignore otherwise is to deny the ability for something else to grow and develop. Allowing this change and accounting for it can allow you to adapt along with it or to yield to it appropriately.
I finished a book a couple of nights ago and have no great ambition to start this next one quite yet. I think I might take some video game time in my life in the next week along with trying to tease out my hypothesis for capstone. @_@ Oh my.
Sometimes I like being the first one awake in the house because I can get so much done before being interrupted by people and problems and the like.
You know, I imagine there was a time in your life where you were adorable…...
What are you thinking about? Nothing. That’s a lie.
if i tell you that you inspire me, would that light the fire in the heart of the clockwork firefly that shows up in flickers behind your eyes when you illuminate the room with laughter and if I lost the way, would you show me the path back to where you and I had the night by the collar, tearing us away from rhyme, reason, rules and wrong there, would you drink deep and feel the beat...
I forgot the way that the feel of chlorine on my skin makes me nostalgic. And I forgot the way that being nostalgic has this way of taking wind out of my sails in terms of my appreciation of ‘now’. I’ve had it pointed out to me that I make problems disappear when I want to seem like I’m happy, as if to say that I can hold up my hands, empty, and say that I have no problems...
This weekend far exceeded expectations.
Feeling sick? Hah! I will still get all the things done today that I need to. Suck that, sickness!
Losing voice. Hoping to recover it before work tomorrow. I fer rull need those hours. Meditating on the value of tea and honey at this hour when I have to be up by 7. Hm…
I’ve never lost my voice from giving another person directions before. But let me tell you it is not a place I want to ever. EVER. fucking be again.
tyleroakley: Oh, honey, no one in the world would believe you’re straight. You’re as gay as a clutch purse on Tony night. You fell out of the gay tree hitting every gay branch on the way down. And you landed on a gay guy. AND YOU DID HIM.
You know what I don’t understand? That little girl has candles on her...– Clayton Haselwood
I think I might go on an adventure to a place I know soon and see it through new eyes. Operation Invisible Man
It’s not my conversation I want to stick in somebody I think is hot on the...– Dan Savage
Unusual Date Ideas
What started out as an innocent meeting with my professor has turned into me being on campus for 3 hours longer than was originally anticipated. Gargh. Ah well. So much green. Hoping to hear back from other job today so I can start ASAP. And my tumblr entries thusfar have been trite and meaningless. I disappoint me sometimes.
Wake up track to my morning.
if you find me at wit’s end with flags piercing my jagged coastlines, where they sought to stake their claim on me, assure me that nothing is more freeing than the submission to the will of the ultimate
Having someone wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night is a...– Margaret Mead
I think when people tell others who are interested in them, “Don’t fall for me,” that they are being selfish. At the end of whatever it is, they feel they can let blame rest on the other person because they ‘warned’ them that it might go badly. How fair is that? Not at all. Just something I was thinking about last night. I’m new to this whole tumblr thing....