There is just something about Bettie Page
Can you get travelling mood swings? Girls get PMS and some people can have seasonal depression so it could be possible. About a week before I travel my ancy-ness hits a peak, I get really reflective like my memories are on rerun, and I get really lonely. Eight days.
I am pleased that I told Gioia one of my secrets. I like to believe I am an honest person, practically an open book, if I don't blantently say certain things I write them down or they come out through my art. Alex -"ask and I shall tell", but there are a handful of things I've either never brought to light or kept submerged below the surface. I think that to eradicate my anger and resentment I have to let them go, either by paper or vocally, but spreading them thin will help them burn not as much. I had an odd moment with my dad earlier that coincided - I almost alluded - then brought it back within me. Baby steps here. There is absolutely nothing I would keep from my father but there is a time. If it wasn't for our unique relationship who knows where I would be. Talk about diametric, the balance between my parents makes even my head spin. Alpha and omega.
Was researching Paris a bit and thinking about my trip. If, when I visit, it really sings to me and I'm inspired to wear a flowing skirt and spin around lampposts while being flocked by pigeons - yeah- I might decid to switch my language to french and that will be the location for my year abroad. I still have that random picture that first spurred my desire to live in a villa in France for three years. Oh, Audrey, what would you do with me then? It is from France!
Where is your boy tonight?
[Not to interrupt my own dorkiness but I cannot WAIT for football season to start up. For the love of god chargers come on...Rivers, you can't see me but my fist-its shaking.]
"An intimate relationship may be causing problems now as you deal with the fallout from a misunderstanding." Normally, I don't read daily horscopes. The daily ones are always a shot in the dark (the overall ones and def. chinese zodiac yer good to go) but this one kinda creeped me out. Like once I kept recieving them on my phone and the day after Will broke up with me (3rd) said basically beware falling into cycles, huge decisions lay ahead (I just planned to move), and adventures. Messed with my head so much I wrote it down and filed it in the "creepy happenstances that coincide with life" files.
I hear in my mind all these voices. I hear in my ming all this music.
While organizing my precious collection of cds I stumbled across a ton of my old mix cds; Maverick, Warhol Dolops, Blood Gnomes II: and other songs of a compelling nature, ect. and about twenty versions of "the soundtrack". That is one down side to mp3 players...I no longer make mix cds (and in the archaic days tapes). On the next reflective day I have (prolly manana) I'm going to scrounge up my old cd player, burn a mix cd, and enjoy the hell out of it. Maybe even make a few for my friends. After reading Hairstyles of the Dammed (3 1/2 stars), it really illustrated how much -specially for me- songs and music can me more poingnent to something I'm trying to get across or feeling than anything I can articulate. Can't remember the title of the one I sent William, but that was the first time (and oh so sophmore year) that a mix cd solved an arguement. Phone rings:william. "Hello" "Okay, I get it, now" Ha, chop one up to amedeus rockin' me hard since 1988.
Okay, I'm done writing about random crap. I'm tired. Long shift - good deal. I need to take my mind and demote from the HBO package to basic cable at least, I get thought whiplash so often in the day its giving me such a crik in the neck. (10,000 yeears will give you such a crik in the neck!)
So will a tattoo. Not sleeping well. This sucks. Urkah out. Boaw! ::claws::
I am pleased that I told Gioia one of my secrets. I like to believe I am an honest person, practically an open book, if I don't blantently say certain things I write them down or they come out through my art. Alex -"ask and I shall tell", but there are a handful of things I've either never brought to light or kept submerged below the surface. I think that to eradicate my anger and resentment I have to let them go, either by paper or vocally, but spreading them thin will help them burn not as much. I had an odd moment with my dad earlier that coincided - I almost alluded - then brought it back within me. Baby steps here. There is absolutely nothing I would keep from my father but there is a time. If it wasn't for our unique relationship who knows where I would be. Talk about diametric, the balance between my parents makes even my head spin. Alpha and omega.
Was researching Paris a bit and thinking about my trip. If, when I visit, it really sings to me and I'm inspired to wear a flowing skirt and spin around lampposts while being flocked by pigeons - yeah- I might decid to switch my language to french and that will be the location for my year abroad. I still have that random picture that first spurred my desire to live in a villa in France for three years. Oh, Audrey, what would you do with me then? It is from France!
Where is your boy tonight?
[Not to interrupt my own dorkiness but I cannot WAIT for football season to start up. For the love of god chargers come on...Rivers, you can't see me but my fist-its shaking.]
"An intimate relationship may be causing problems now as you deal with the fallout from a misunderstanding." Normally, I don't read daily horscopes. The daily ones are always a shot in the dark (the overall ones and def. chinese zodiac yer good to go) but this one kinda creeped me out. Like once I kept recieving them on my phone and the day after Will broke up with me (3rd) said basically beware falling into cycles, huge decisions lay ahead (I just planned to move), and adventures. Messed with my head so much I wrote it down and filed it in the "creepy happenstances that coincide with life" files.
I hear in my mind all these voices. I hear in my ming all this music.
While organizing my precious collection of cds I stumbled across a ton of my old mix cds; Maverick, Warhol Dolops, Blood Gnomes II: and other songs of a compelling nature, ect. and about twenty versions of "the soundtrack". That is one down side to mp3 players...I no longer make mix cds (and in the archaic days tapes). On the next reflective day I have (prolly manana) I'm going to scrounge up my old cd player, burn a mix cd, and enjoy the hell out of it. Maybe even make a few for my friends. After reading Hairstyles of the Dammed (3 1/2 stars), it really illustrated how much -specially for me- songs and music can me more poingnent to something I'm trying to get across or feeling than anything I can articulate. Can't remember the title of the one I sent William, but that was the first time (and oh so sophmore year) that a mix cd solved an arguement. Phone rings:william. "Hello" "Okay, I get it, now" Ha, chop one up to amedeus rockin' me hard since 1988.
Okay, I'm done writing about random crap. I'm tired. Long shift - good deal. I need to take my mind and demote from the HBO package to basic cable at least, I get thought whiplash so often in the day its giving me such a crik in the neck. (10,000 yeears will give you such a crik in the neck!)
So will a tattoo. Not sleeping well. This sucks. Urkah out. Boaw! ::claws::