Sunday — November 29, 2009
sick

I’m congested. I sound incredibly funny, like someone is plugging my nose while I attempt to speak. Speaking of noses, mine won’t stop dripping. I slept for most of the morning and afternoon. How did I catch such a cold? That, I know not. I was down in Miami, enjoying myself over the Thanksgiving holiday and then BAM… I got sick!! It made for a very un-enjoyable plane ride home. My ears were popping the whole time and when they weren’t, they were hurting like you would not believe. Now my throat is starting to feel pained! This is so not fun at all! But what can I do but enjoy my sick day and relax and catch up on TV!!!

I’m currently listening to “I’ll Stand By You,” by the Pretenders. I’m even a fan of the version covered by the cast of Glee (that’s such a great show! I could go on and on about how much I love it, but I will save that for another day)! Beautiful song. Why do I always talk about music? Same reason I always talk about sleep… I’m obsessed with them both. Music, to me, sets the soundtrack to my day. According to what I am feeling or what I am doing, I listen to different tunes… and today this is the song that fits the bill.

Friday — November 20, 2009
weirdness

I’ve recently noticed that I have a strange habit. Every time I straighten my hair, I place the iron in my right hand. As I bring the iron down from the top of my head to the ends of my wavy hair I spontaneously lift my left arm into the air. This occurs every single time I clamp the iron down. I don’t know why I do this or why I have never noticed this odd behavior before. I’m weird, I know. But it makes me laugh.

I have taken a break from listening to Lady Gaga and am currently grooving to “Meet Me Halfway” by the Black Eyed Pea. Good song, great meaning, fabulous beat. It has it all. If you haven’t heard it before, you should totally check it out… and in doing so you’d get a glimpse into the inner workings of my current state of mind.

Thursday — November 19, 2009
the moon is new

I’ve been obsessed with “Bad Romance,” by Lady Gaga. I must have played it at least a hundred times today. My fondness for the tune has nothing to do with the lyrics or the said meaning. I just really enjoy the beat. I am beyond exhausted! I even fell asleep on the train coming home today! But I need to stay wide awake. It’s going to be a late night, but a fun night, none the less! I’m going to a special advanced screening of “The Twilight Saga: New Moon.” I cannot wait. I’m a huge Twi-hard! It’s fun. I enjoy it!

Wednesday — November 18, 2009
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Reach out your hand, I’ll make you mine. Everything, everything is magic.
The end of the tunnel is near. I see the light at the end and I am beyond ecstatic! Hard work pays off, as does a positive attitude and outlook on life. Baked my cookies at long last. I still have yet to pack. I keep saying that I will do it later, well, it’s later (pretty late, actually, and an empty suitcase is all I have. It will get done, though. No doubt about that). Lady Gaga has been a constant repeat on my ipod, especially “Paparazzi” and “Bad Romance.” I have found a new creative outlet (is it literary? Not sure). It involves birds and is seriously addicting! I ate a lot of junk today, but everyone is allowed a day of pigging out (for me it involved candy, raw cookie dough, pizza, soda, and later freshly baked cookies). I know, I’m the picture of perfect nutrition, huh? Thoughts of the past creep into my mind. I think of yellow flowers and shutter in disgust. I much rather prefer a field of white daisies. Getting lost in a familiar face would be so nice. As would staying in bed all day covered in a sea of cozy blankets. Never leaving, always staying. Wrapped in a furry cover of pitted fury. Body warmth is ideal, of course. But I would also take lounging on a sandy beach while the sun shone brightly all around me.

Tuesday — November 17, 2009
listless lists ever present

Checked things off my list. They were minor items, but they were crossed out none the less. Baked pumpkin chocolate chip cookies today. Actually I made pumpkin chocolate chip cookie dough. When it came time to actually baking the goods, I realized I had no way of cooking them. I was out of foil, and had no parchment paper or cooking spray! Plus I was far too lazy to venture out in the cold to purchase the items I needed. Tomorrow freshly baked cookies will be prepared. Happiness is ever present. Ask, and you shall receive. Christmas was the theme of the morning. I’ve been so busy, I don’t even remember the last time I went on itunes to peruse the music! I’m obsessed with music and obtaining new tunes (I especially dig the free downloads each week, but unfortunately I haven’t gotten one in awhile). I need to breathe. Smell the roses. I do, though. I pay attention to every detail. It’s just, now the details are more bountiful and therefore it is hard to keep track of every minor stroke.

Sunday — November 15, 2009
time

So much happens in the span of a few short months that equate a year. Mountains can be moved and valleys can be crossed. Strangers can become friends and friends can become estranged. Families grow just as couples can grow apart. A year is a long time, but forever is an eternity longer. I thought the end was out of sight, meaning it was nonexistent. Confusion amounts. Answers should be given. Instead I am left with an aching feeling in my head. I think it’s because I wore my hair pulled back way too tight today. It’s coming down. The pain will cease. Happiness will rule the kingdom, for I won’t be wearing my hair in a funky up-do again (at least not for several days).

The repetition of history is uncanny.

Saturday — November 14, 2009
moon

I feel like the energizer bunny, I keep going and going and going. I’ve realized that sleep is something I am subconsciously obsessed with, perhaps because it is something I do not get nearly enough of! Rain came down in blankets all day long. The storm would have been more enjoyable had I been able to wear my lime green wellies (I really do adore my rain boots). I met Kellan Lutz the other day; he’s such a sweet guy. We had a decent length conversation (he said he’d love to go shopping with me)! Taylor Swift will always be my bff (every song sings to me; what girl cannot relate to her lyrics?!?!). Almost got stranded on the side of the road, so always make sure you have enough gas before heading out anywhere terribly far. Curious as to what the future holds. Is there such thing as being too nice? I often wonder if the old saying is correct, do nice people really finish last? I don’t think so. Being kind and genuine has to count for something. That is what I believe anyway. How can someone so pure in heart end up on the bottom? It just takes time to reap the rewards of one’s hard work. Good things come to those who wait…of course! My mind is all over the place. I love it when the words just flow right out from my head. I want to paint again. Haven’t created a piece of fine art in awhile. I miss it. But I haven’t had the time. Need to make time. When I do paint, I treasure every minute of the process and that is why I never give any piece away, it means too much to me. I’ve only given one to someone. It was a gift because he inspired me. What is the point? Moving forward and dancing side to side. I eat a lot; at least today I seemed to. But my justification is that the consumption of food is always good, even in large volumes!

Thursday — November 12, 2009
Step into...

Tonight, lightning strikes; let's go into twilight.
Had a great day. Actually I’ve been having a pretty fabulous week. I’ve been so busy that I hardly have any free time but I seriously am enjoying every minute of every day (some more than others, but that’s understandable)! I am beyond excited for what is coming up in the days ahead. I feel so incredibly lucky to be getting to do what I am doing and to be living the life I am. I must sound like such a dork, but you know what I say to that?!? Whateva!!!

Wednesday — November 11, 2009
DC

It’s a never-ending story. Is that good? Doesn’t every story have to have an ending? I’m starting to think not, because if it were to truly end, what is left? Nothing. So do stories ever really finish? Even after a book is done and read, the thoughts of the tale remain imprinted in your brain long after, and if not in your mind, then someone else’s. I’m in an odd mood. Reflective, contemplative, very indecisive. I often have a hard time making decisions. Should I? Or shouldn’t I? I think too much. I need to just close my eyes and do. I’m really tired. I have noticed that I often comment on my state of sleepiness; does that mean that I’m obsessed with rest, or lack there of that I am experiencing? I do need to try and get more sleep. I think last night I slept four hours. It was next to impossible getting up this morning! But I have two days in the near future that I can look forward to sleeping in on. That’s exciting. I get excited over the little things. I can’t help it; I try to find beauty in everything. I’m a happy girl; I never stay down for too long. I’ve noticed that I’m rambling. What can I do, but go with the flow and let the rambling continue! Confusion is plentiful. The ponies are no longer lost; they have found their purpose but are currently in search of something else. I will let you know if they find it, I know that they will.

Listen to a song by David Cook. You’ll know the song when you hear it. The meaning is so appropriate. The song doesn’t discuss any resolutions or conclusions. It doesn't tell a tale of detailed love, sorrow, friendship or anger. It's meaning is simple. It's about faith and optimism and how one person can encmpass both when they genuinely care ;)

Tuesday — November 10, 2009
I'm Back!

It’s been awhile, I know. Where have I been? I don’t really have some beautiful explanation other than I’ve just been really busy (you wouldn’t believe how so). Lame excuse, right? But it’s the honest truth, to some extent at least (I think there are other reasons for my lack of blogging that dive more into the subconscious, but that is neither here nor there). The important thing is that I’m back! Why did I decide to write after several weeks of being gone? Hard to say, but I think I just really missed it. I like rambling on about the mundane happenings in my life. I like recording the little details about my days (what I eat, what I read, what I’m listening to). I like to go back occasionally and dwell. So here I am, back again. I’m the same girl, yet I feel different. I feel stronger. I know I am.

What have I been up to? Lots of different things, actually. I couldn’t be happier, well I could, but I suppose if I were, than there would be no need for me to hope for anything else, right? Life is really good right now. I couldn’t be more content in what I am doing. I am getting to experience so many amazing things (smiles abound, my face lights up as I think of it all). I’m a girl who loves details, and I am well aware that I am more than vague in my assessments here. I have my reasons, my privacy being the main one. I’m a very private girl. Then why the blog, you ask? I love to write. It is one of my favorite things to do. I can express myself so much better in pen and paper (or with a keyboard) than I can speaking. But I do think that I am a very articulate communicator. I’m thoughtful, meaning that I choose my words carefully. This, of course, is not always the case. Sometimes I speak too fast and say things I shouldn’t. But everything I say or write is the honest truth. I never lie. Lying is so unattractive. With writing, I can edit, even though I hardly ever do, okay maybe a few times I revise certain sentences to implement the proper tense and so forth. I still wish I had the ability to make my invention, which would be the greatest invention ever. And what is this great thing I speak of? Let’s just say, I’d never need a pen or paper AGAIN! Maybe someday day it will be an actual thing.

I’m growing tired. I have been sleeping horribly lately. Today didn’t help. I woke up and got ready thinking it was later than it was, when in reality I had risen an hour too soon (I accidentally altered the time on my alarm clock the night prior).

White horses and white houses… what are the odds that both are beautiful and both move me immensely?

Happy Birthday, Dad!

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