Happiness

 If you weren't such a skull-fucking asshole, you could.

Love my life. Love my Edward. Love my Brandon. (Not necesarily in that order!)

 When I got a text message from CNN saying he was rushed to the hospital and I said:
"Psh. It's Michael Jackson, that dude will live FOREVER."

 Any thoughts on the Kindle 2? I really want one, but for some reason, I'm hesitant. Feedback would be great.

 Saw Synecdoche, New York last night. It was amazing. I will have to watch it about twelve more times for it to sink in though. Kaufman is incredible and has renewed my faith in the film industry.

I learned today that being a fan of Twilight, to any degree, renders me many things I had not previously considered myself before. So apparently I am:

--a hopeless romantic, ruined by what I can't possibly understand is fiction
--an idiot who has nothing better to do than salivate over movie stars such as Robert Pattison
--an uneducated fool who knows nothing about literature
--against women's rights
--for teenage pregnancy
--of the belief that women need men to survive
--immature, ugly, and out to ruin Anne Rice's "true" rendition of vampires

It's kind of strange, really. I thought I was simply giving into a silly indulgence and enjoying a girl-y, cheesy novel.

Huh. Sorry to all of you that I have hurt by reading Twilight.

Drop it.

Don't even bother, because believe me, it's not ever going to be worth it.

I am going to play GTA.

Things are about to get ugly, and I am not looking forward to it. Unfortunately, it needs to happen. This shit has been building since I was about 11 years old. Those of you who have known me for a long period of time, should know what I'm talking about.

I am all growed up now, Ma!

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going, going...

To submit your poetry to various magazines is far too much work.

"When people ask us, 'Why are you hateful? Why are you putting up something critical of people's holidays? -- we respond that we kind of feel that the Christian message is the hate message," he said. "On that Nativity scene, there is this threat of internal violence if we don't submit to that master. Hate speech goes both ways."

Are you kidding me? Now, I think that they have right to say what they want, protest what they want, and spread their message. However, this is absolutely hilarious and ridiculous. A bunch of atheists are intimidated by baby Jesus. Unless that plastic baby, swaddled in old sweatshirts, came to life with it's head spinning around whilst spitting pea soup and screaming 'RED RUM' at all passing Atheists, I don't understand how a nativity scene specifically is a threat of internal violence.

Atheists can be so thick. (...and so can Christians, and Jews, and Buddhists ... I am an equal opportunity ranter)
But this one goes out to the Big A's.

...people think I am out for blood?

I don't really care about "the past". I don't feel the need to be bothered by shit that happened a long time ago. I wish the best for everybody, but one, but even that person I wouldn't say I "am out for blood" for it is mostly pity I feel for said person. Pretty sure they know who they are, though there are several who might think it is them.

Hooray! For being Vague!

Any questions? Email me.

Oh, and stop projecting your I-can't-let-go Bullshit on me.

I can't believe how much the world has changed. I am no longer afraid to bring children into this world.
I have resounding hope and faith in my country in a multitude I have never felt before.

YES WE CAN.

YES WE DID.

FTW.

On my way to school today, there was a man waving a flag over the Longmore overpass. It made me realize how much I love this country. The beautiful thing wasn't the flag necessarily, but the lack of anything else. There was no propaganda. No 'Vote for Obama' or 'Vote for McCain' no 'Support Bush' or anything else. Just a guy in jeans waving the flag. How incredible. It really is amazing what we have here, I am a woman, and yet I can go to school, college even, hold a job, own land, wear shorts, etc. We can stand on street corners and scream 'Fuck America' and not get shot on contact (legally, anyhow).

I will admit a part of me feels foolish, I should feel this way everyday, not just today. People should wave flags everyday, not just today and on the fourth of July, but it certainly isn't doing any harm to be thankful for what we have.

Is our country in a shitty place right now? Absolutely. One Hundred and Ten percent, but we can see hope embodied in people; and on the flip side, we really have no one to blame but ourselves for the situation of the country. We got ourselves here, and we'll get ourselves out.

Alright, I am done being sappy now.

Nothing much going on here, at all actually. Just work and home, but I am certainly not complaining. Things are quite well in fact. School starts Monday. I am tired just thinking about it, but also very very excited.

Hope you are well. I may not be writing much, but still reading. :)

I forgot your birthday.
I forgot your day.
I forgot your birthday.
I forgot everything but your--
birth.

Just the day.

But I remembered that today was the day,
or that it was coming soon,
or that it was recently passed.
But I knew it was today without
the number.
Happy Birthday.

(showing my supreme-O nerdiness)

HARRY AND THE POTTERS ARE PLAYING AT MODIFIED ON SUNDAY.

WHO IS GONNA GO?

I AM!!!!!!!!!

Happy Fourth everybody. Yes, the morals of this country have been bastardized, but at least I can say that without getting shot, so I suppose there is still something to celebrate.

What is a patriot, if not someone who questions their government?

BRB.