Pick 10 people you know and write a sentence description for each of them.
1. Shakespeare –I can always count on Nick to inspire and keep creativity alive - for the world and I to enjoy.
2. Jess – A woman with many different facets that I admire - she has the ability to always make my soul laugh.
3. Tristen – My child who has shown me what unconditional love really is – and the art of peeing in the grass.
4. Mr. Malone – Mr. Malone has always surprised me with each encounter, his nonchalant attitude keeps me guessing and I find myself constantly craving to here his music.
5. Becky – A name that brings back painful nostalgia and even still an aching heart.
6. Nathan (Ripple, Army Boy, ETC) – If I could make things right in the world of relationships, he would be the one I would want to even the scale with.
7. The Metrosexual – My aptly named friend who dresses better than I do and has better make-up.
8. The prince of darkness – (a nick name given in high school) He still shocks me with his absurdity but his touch is always the same – filled with comfort and care.
9. Cynthia – My high-spirited guide for life issues and my reminder to aspire to go into teaching.
10. The cashier at Dollar General – His name to me is not known but he makes me smile when he gets flustered when I purchase tampons and chocolate.
*score* another writing exercise done. I like writing exercises new New Year's Resolution: Do writing exercises everyday! Today must be your lucky day, not just one but TWO posts for you to read! Woohoooo!
Tuesday, August 31
play me like a piano
I melt around talented musicians. I always have and probably always will. I once promised myself that I would only marry someone who was a musician (preferably for a hobby). Anyway, I stopped by a friend’s house the other night. I had hoped he would play for me, and of course he did. He was just given a piano too. Now, a piano player is a different story. Piano players don’t just melt me; they smash me into a million gooey pieces leaving my soul vulnerable and free. I envy people who can play exceptionally well. There is always one song I request when someone brings out an acoustic guitar: Wish you were here – Pink Floyd. (Which is always played for me by said friend, I don’t even have to ask anymore) There is always one song I request when someone is sitting at a piano: Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven. If the requests cannot be fulfilled, then I am sorely disappointed. I am a fickle fan, indeed.
Thursday night will be a night filled with music, passion, and alcohol. I can’t wait! I need a night out with the crowd. I’ll be at Skylight and the Knickerbocker - then to an undisclosed location. I posted my whereabouts for the few friends of mine who do read my life as an open book and who do actually live near me – you love me, come and see me ( I may even be onstage at the Bocker - its open mic night, you know.)
Thursday night will be a night filled with music, passion, and alcohol. I can’t wait! I need a night out with the crowd. I’ll be at Skylight and the Knickerbocker - then to an undisclosed location. I posted my whereabouts for the few friends of mine who do read my life as an open book and who do actually live near me – you love me, come and see me ( I may even be onstage at the Bocker - its open mic night, you know.)
Sunday, August 29
Thursday, August 26
stealing angst
Sunday, Edward Munch's version of The Scream was stolen from an art museum in Berlin (for the second time in 10 years).
This is fantastic. I mean, everyone knows this painting. It would be like stealing The Mona Lisa. I hope some rich chap has it in is living room above the mantle. Could you imagine that piece in your home!? INSANE. I hope there is twisted and cut throat story behind it. I hope it was not stolen solely for the purpose of ransom. Then that would just be disenchanting.
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New Music Euphoria: Maroon 5 - She will be loved
Even though you can catch this song hitting the mainstream, I still think it is worth mentioning. Fantastic. I wonder if the entire album is as good?
"I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile and ask her if she'd like to stay awhile - and she will be loved."
This is fantastic. I mean, everyone knows this painting. It would be like stealing The Mona Lisa. I hope some rich chap has it in is living room above the mantle. Could you imagine that piece in your home!? INSANE. I hope there is twisted and cut throat story behind it. I hope it was not stolen solely for the purpose of ransom. Then that would just be disenchanting.
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New Music Euphoria: Maroon 5 - She will be loved
Even though you can catch this song hitting the mainstream, I still think it is worth mentioning. Fantastic. I wonder if the entire album is as good?
"I don't mind spending everyday out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile and ask her if she'd like to stay awhile - and she will be loved."
Monday, August 23
Concrete Feet and Higher Ascension
Cold feet is no longer a needed expression when addressing a nervous bride. Cold feet would imply that they would or could be warmed into movement. Saturday my feet were not cold or even frozen but solid blocks of cement. Planted and affixed. No longer able to move in any direction. That was the morning I told Army boy that I was not marrying him today or ever. The day before I had willed myself into buying my own marriage license (which I would like back for the sole purpose of wiping my ass with – since I technically own that slap-in-the-face piece of government documentation).
Sorry to have left my faithful readers out on the prelude to this disparaging arrangement. I suppose I had already known I was making a mistake and didn’t want to drive the nail in further by telling many people. Why did I even go as far as I did? Despair and fear drives people as much as the assumption of love and frail promises of a good life. In other words, Military families have benefits that looked especially helpful to me and my current situation.
To sum up a sordidly poignant affair a ‘fuck you’ had been hatefully uttered (wait make that 2){me}, a declaration of war {him} and a disgruntled neutral friend in the driver’s seat. I have two final thoughts on the matter. One negative and One positive:
1. The war bit was hilarious for me and pathetically ironic. On a battlefield he may have an over powering advantage. Take away enemy lines, automatic weapons, and militant organization and there stands an Army Boy with no army - alone in a battlefield left with slain memories and bloodied dreams. He will be alone. Just as I was for 18 months while I was abandoned pregnant and then thrown into single parenthood with our child. There was no phone call, no support, no care, there was no thing except for the brilliant memories of him fucking my best friend and leaving me for her. He will feel shamed just as I did when he hit me several times in front of our child. I had to step up to the responsibility of those situations and make them mine. Now he has no choice but to step up the responsibility of the effects of this situation and make them his. Can I justify the outcome of what happened this weekend by past wrongs? No. Can I feel a lot better about them? Yes. Should I? No. Will I? For a short time, yes.
2. I am starting over. Today, as a matter of fact, in an hour I am going to go look at my new apartment in a new town. I am leaving this current town on the account that the mental and emotional abuse of my family can no longer be blocked out, shrugged off, and covered up with a piece of duck tape serving as a band-aid. I will not be stifled and smothered amongst people who like seeing me in a state of despair. This is my choice and I choose to do things on my own and pull out the spoiled bitch stops and face the cold hard truth that I cannot depend on anyone but myself. It is encouraging and I am grateful when I am helped but no longer will I wait for other’s motivation to drive me. I choose to put down the coin and stop flipping for life decisions I have always been too afraid to make. I choose to let fate be a guide instead of a leader of my life. I need to get the hell out of Dodge or I am going to be late for my new life appointment. See you all soon.
Sorry to have left my faithful readers out on the prelude to this disparaging arrangement. I suppose I had already known I was making a mistake and didn’t want to drive the nail in further by telling many people. Why did I even go as far as I did? Despair and fear drives people as much as the assumption of love and frail promises of a good life. In other words, Military families have benefits that looked especially helpful to me and my current situation.
To sum up a sordidly poignant affair a ‘fuck you’ had been hatefully uttered (wait make that 2){me}, a declaration of war {him} and a disgruntled neutral friend in the driver’s seat. I have two final thoughts on the matter. One negative and One positive:
1. The war bit was hilarious for me and pathetically ironic. On a battlefield he may have an over powering advantage. Take away enemy lines, automatic weapons, and militant organization and there stands an Army Boy with no army - alone in a battlefield left with slain memories and bloodied dreams. He will be alone. Just as I was for 18 months while I was abandoned pregnant and then thrown into single parenthood with our child. There was no phone call, no support, no care, there was no thing except for the brilliant memories of him fucking my best friend and leaving me for her. He will feel shamed just as I did when he hit me several times in front of our child. I had to step up to the responsibility of those situations and make them mine. Now he has no choice but to step up the responsibility of the effects of this situation and make them his. Can I justify the outcome of what happened this weekend by past wrongs? No. Can I feel a lot better about them? Yes. Should I? No. Will I? For a short time, yes.
2. I am starting over. Today, as a matter of fact, in an hour I am going to go look at my new apartment in a new town. I am leaving this current town on the account that the mental and emotional abuse of my family can no longer be blocked out, shrugged off, and covered up with a piece of duck tape serving as a band-aid. I will not be stifled and smothered amongst people who like seeing me in a state of despair. This is my choice and I choose to do things on my own and pull out the spoiled bitch stops and face the cold hard truth that I cannot depend on anyone but myself. It is encouraging and I am grateful when I am helped but no longer will I wait for other’s motivation to drive me. I choose to put down the coin and stop flipping for life decisions I have always been too afraid to make. I choose to let fate be a guide instead of a leader of my life. I need to get the hell out of Dodge or I am going to be late for my new life appointment. See you all soon.