Thrifting and whatnot.

What have I done with my long weekend you may ask? Not much of anything. I spent a great deal of it thrifting, as you can see from the photos above. I acquired all of those books for less than $15 total. It's the cheapest way to go. Even books on Half.Com cost at least $4 a piece with shipping. What to read next? The only one of them I've already read is Eat, Pray, Love. I've been reading Pride & Prejudice but haven't picked up Plath's journals in awhile. They're very heavy and as I already tend to over think myself there are only certain times I can stomach her writing. Tumblr has kept me from doing as much reading this weekend as I would have liked. I don't know why, sometimes I just get so sucked in and inspired by that site. Other times I can't stand it. There was "Jack" who was here one night and sadly gone the next. This left me a funk all of yesterday, which I spent eating ice cream and watching old episodes of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Yes, this is real life. Matt has spent the whole weekend gone and working, although tonight he wants to take me to dinner. I am not ready to let this weekend go. If this were my life, all reading and inspiration, i'd be most pleased to wake up every day. Instead I slave away at a meaningless 9-5 that really makes me want to kill myself. I'm supposed to visit Ringling on Friday but I'm wondering if it's almost pointless to waste a sick day on that when I'm not considering attending until next year and a lot can change between now and then. Financially, Ringling worries me a great deal. I just need to feel like I'm doing something during this economic crisis, working towards something with meaning, and is college the only way to do that? Taking on all that debt? I don't know. I really don't know which way to turn anymore. Am I wasted if I spend each day making money, in love, and reading books and taking photos and playing with my dog and looking for inspirational things? Traveling when I can. Is this wasting life? What else is there to do? Is Ringling really the right place or do I just need it to feel like my time is worth something?

Faith is a lying tramp.

I regret not having a Rupert Giles in my life or an Oz. Any of them really. I'm also still really lusting after a nice claddagh ring but when at the mall I saw some pretty crappy looking ones at very high prices. This Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Making me long for things.
Speaking of longing I am waiting on buying my Lens until I have more funds. I could buy it, but I should wait. So long as I have it before 4th of July i'll be happy. I scored a copy of Pride & Prejudice at Target today for $2.50. They have others too: Wuthering Heights is one. Tomorrow: Thrifting. Library. Sunday: Pool side. Welcome to the long weekend. This entry has been rather pointless.

Sometimes I feel a bit like a bad pet owner. I think it is pretty telling of how I would be as a mother. I mean well but there are a lot of times when I retreat into myself and can't be bothered. I feel bad for Locke because we're all he's got and sometimes with our weird work schedules we are too zombie like to do anything fun with him. Don't get me wrong, he's rarely alone, and doesn't seem bored. He isn't overly destructive or rebellious. He's actually very intelligent and well behaved for not even being five months old yet. I read a lot about Australian Cattle Dogs needing constant activity and we provide so little but the majority of the time he seems just fine with that. I don't really want to take him anywhere until his puppy shots are done. I heard there is a lot of cases of Parvo going around Lee County. He got completely off his vaccination schedule because he had kennel cough and the next low cost shots at Petco are in like two weeks. So now I feel like an asshole because I can't afford the difference in price between the low cost shots and taking him to the vet so i've waited and sheltered him and now he will probably be socially retarded because of it. We've considered getting another dog because I've heard from a lot of people it's no harder than one and actually usually less trouble because they keep each other occupied. But I don't really want another dog for any reason besides to keep him company and entertained and we're not even supposed to have one dog really. Besides it would be twice the cost and I'm not prepared for that. The picture above is of two red heelers we saw at Pet Kingdom last week. I want my next dog to be from a shelter, which is not possible until we move out of here. One, the boy (up front) went home already. I saw his picture on their site with a young girl. The girl may still be there though. Anyway, I don't think we will get another dog. This is just me rambling about my guilt. I just fed him and he's currently lounging on his dog bed surrounded by toys (I over compensate) as I lay in bed preparing to read because i'm too exhausted to do much else. He actually woke us up in the middle of the night for the first time in a long time and it completely threw off my sleep. I had yet another energy drink today. I'm starting quite the collection.

I've all but given up on the 30 Day Challenge. It began to bore me (as things tend to do) and kept me away from here in guilt. The next one I was to do asked me to choose a best friend. How should I do that though? I've always hated that term. Do I choose the person that knows more about me and my quirks than should be allowed, but is my significant other so of course (matt) or the person who has supported me since I was fifteen, who it's hard for me to relate to these days but whose son I consider my nephew (melissa), or the person with whom I share a "bff meter" who has been there for me many times over the recent years (manny) or the person who may be newer than the rest but I relate to most and can hold endless conversations with about the things we believe and both feel passionately about (shaunna)? I have a few others who are good for talking too. I mean, who ever came up with the term "best friend" anyway? What were they trying to prove?

Another wanted to know my favorite recipe. I make my scrambled eggs in the microwave.

I'm anxious to get that new lens. I think it will be wonderful to have on 4th of July given what i've heard about its response to low light situations.

Back to Pride & Prejudice. I know this is everyone with a vagina's favorite book but I'm just not getting it yet. Maybe later.

New layout complete.

To Happily Purchase After Bills Are Paid:
35mm Prime Lens
Remote
Filters

To Eventually Purchase In June:
Larger Tripod
Class

And I am certainly not reading Pride & Prejudice on a website while at work. No definitely not.

Me: "So I'm reading The Golden Compass and polar bears are guarding prisons and wearing armor. On LOST they were turning donkey wheels. I don't think polar bears know they're supposed to be doing all of this cool stuff. All I ever see them do is advertise for Coke."

Matt: "You rehearsed that joke didn't you?"

Me: "...No."

30 Day Challenge - Day 17.

Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) that is your favorite.

I'm going to go ahead and use this space to give props to Kurt Halsey for introducing me to Art in a way. He was the first artist I ever bought from. I don't relate to his work as much as I once could. However, there is still an innocence to it. A somber innocence. I can't pick a favorite piece by him but this is a recent photo from his studio.

Catch up.

I remember the reason I stopped fooling with my 30 Day Challenge. I got a little ahead of myself and wanted to use Day 11 - Share A Story From Your Childhood to copy an actual story from a childhood journal. I have been writing since I learned how and have never stopped . Of course once I got home and into "Zombie Mode" as I like to refer to it I never dug out my old journals. I'm just going to say the first thing that pops into my head as I don't have time to make up a zillion days at once and make them too meaningful. I give you cheap.

Day 11 - Share a story from your childhood:

When I was a kid I took Gymnastics lessons. My main concern was having the coolest leotard. I recall owning a few satin ones in multiple colors. One time while doing a back walkover with the assistance of my coach I kicked him in the mouth. He started grabbing his mouth in pain and I laughed because he was always joking. I obviously didn't know the amount of passion I apparently threw into my back walkovers because he was bleeding from the mouth. He snapped "So you think this is funny?!" I quit Gymnastics soon after that. I could have been an Olympian had he not been such a drama queen, wounding my ten year old ego. Shame!

Day 12 — Explain how you got one of your scars:

When I was a kid I used to pick our cat Tim Tim up by his tail. He was not appreciative. End.

Day 13 — How do you think others view you?

I have no idea although I am always trying to see myself through new eyes. I think others see me as small, clumsy, a pain in the ass, emotional, etc. I see myself as a Dinosaur or a bit of Transformer.

Day 14 — Talk about the cuteness of your pets.

Locke will do anything to get on the couch. He will start with a single paw, trying to trick you into petting him and ignoring what he's doing. He's wagging his tail, looking cute, and he will place another paw up. He will proceed to try to fit into the smallest space available even if it means laying entirely on top of you. He never stays still. One time he must have gotten scared of something because he was leaning against my back and ended up sitting on top of me in a split second after lunging his whole body in my direction and glancing around in fear. He is a nerd.


Day 15 — A poem you wrote.

Roses are red.
Bunnies are blue.
I like scrambled eggs with salsa.
And maybe you do too.

[Any poems i've written were written long ago and no longer relevent. Also they are all at home.]


Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly).

Anything by Michael Giacchino. Also Hallelujah in pretty much every form.

This is not the end.

LOST for me is the beauty of tragedy and the love that escapes the corners of it. It is the thought of whether Love can transcend death or if it's just something we're in love with. We're so in love with love that we search for it in movies, literature and television in hopes of grasping a map of it in our hands. Is this the way we're supposed to hold each other? Is this how it should feel? LOST for me is loneliness in feeling a feeling that seems to escape the minds of others. It is the warm, bittersweet feeling of the end, enveloped in hope and redemption and fear. It is how your dog will lay beside you even in death; dogs having no purpose unless that purpose is you. It is beautiful and nothing hurt. It is waking up to realize everything that ever truly mattered is in your hands. It's Love transcending death and overtaking it fully. It is a something place instead of a nothing place. It is everything we ever secretly hoped for and all that we never understood we wanted. It is beautiful, plain and simple, nothing less than poetic in it's beginning, middle and end. We don't fully understand the Island as we don't fully understand the Universe itself and all of this is ok with me, I think. Should we learn our purpose or is our purpose found in each other? It worked.

Tumblr.

"Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties - all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion - these are the places where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated."

She's gorgeous.

Beautiful.

We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.

My dryer is too loud.

Dear Journal,

I have failed you.

Sincerely,
Me.

Just kidding. Really though I have abandoned this and my 30 day challenge (they call that a FAIL) and never even changed the layout like I meant to. Can I do one big 30 day challenge post combining all of the days that I missed and we'll call it even? Well, that's just what you may get. Because I procrastinate and then I wake up and say... what have I done? And before you know it you're in debt with your former college and it's really impeding on your education.... But anyway. I digress. Though... my H key sticks on my laptop and it's driving me crazy and there are freshly made cookies on the stove and I really want to read and dream of the future. I may come back with words tomorrow.

30 Day Challenge - Day 10.

Day 10 — Talk about a regret you have.

Must I? Many include being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet, I think of a lot of the things I've done, and am happy to have done them just to know I have. I regret ever buying a car, but don't regret having something that felt so mine. I regretted the loss of Iron & Wine until I got them back again. Their notes no longer nauseating with the past, as I moved with the future and it moved things in me. I regret not starting college at eighteen, but would I have had all the time I wanted for late night drives and all the meaningful epiphanies had in the late hours when my blood alcohol content was severely affected and we were on the roof and Death Cab was playing in the background while we cried and laughed into beers and jars of peanut butter? I regret the use of run on sentences. I regret not applying myself now. What are regrets really? You wouldn't really change.

"Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take." I think I could never love another girl.

Please remember me, happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing

Your house beneath the hill and up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

But please remember me, fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates
Had some eloquent graffiti

Like 'We'll meet again' and 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their great handshakes
But always done in such a hurry

And please remember me, at Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white, by midnight
We'd forgotten one another

And when the morning came I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world and then returned
And now you're lit up by the city

So please remember me, mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower
Call, then pass us by but much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour

Gleam and resonate just like the gates
Around the Holy Kingdom
With words like, 'Lost and found' and 'Don't look down'
And 'Someone save temptation'

And please remember me as in the dream
We had as rug burned babies
Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
Beside the lions and the ladies

That called you what you like and even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
Swinger high as any savior

But please remember me, my misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
The colored birds above their running

In circles round the well and where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter
So bright on cinder gray in spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'

And please remember me, seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees, you turn from me
And said the trapeze act was wonderful

But never meant to last, the clowns that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
Had an element of danger

So please remember me, finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear, but if I make the Pearly Gates
I'll do my best to make a drawing

Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
An angel kissin' on a sinner
A monkey and a man, a marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swinger

30 Day Challenge - Day 9

Day 9:

A photo taken by me.

South Beach in Miami.

If I had this i'd wear eye shadow.

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”

- Epicurus

Omgzzzz Loveeee111!!!!

Last night I was drunk but you get the idea.
I'll be sure to get back on that 30 day challenge when I don't feel like I'm dying. Drinking on a Sunday night = baaaaaaad idea.

I look at you and I'm home.

I love Matt. So much. No one else would spend a weekend with me happily watching 101 Dalmations and Finding Nemo and looking up people on facebook that were in my elementary school yearbook. And he tells me how happy he is that I am his. And I am so happy that I am his. I am happy this is my space. My H key sticks and I am still so happy with life. I hate that tomorrow is Monday. I do not want to leave this little broken space for the world. I want to stay. Man, I have never wanted so badly to stay. It is hard to imagine who I would be without this or who I would be if I had stayed in Miami.

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 8

Day 8:

Describe the style you had 10 years ago.

You made me do this, challenge, and i'll never forgive you. Thirteen is an awkward age, you know!

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 7

Day 7:

A photo that makes me happy.

"Please. No more Flash."

Man's Best Friend.

Locke-ness Monster.

I really want to get back into animal training. Locke has inspired me. I used to be big into researching it in the past, and when I told my college adviser that I wanted to be a marine mammal trainer he looked at me with a look of bewilderment. Huh? Operant conditioning?

We've taught Locke: Sit, Stay [and to stay and not move when we put his food bowl down until we say it's ok], Go, Shake and we've almost perfected the lay down command. I am thinking of changing his word for that to "Down". I was originally saying "Lay" because we've been saying "Down" when we want him to get off of something. But we should change that to "Off". I think he is more attached to hand signals than the word commands anyway so hopefully that will not throw him off. Matt is very into the training as well, which is nice. We worked with him for awhile before bed last night. I'd like to get him an agility tunnel, but I think they are expensive. It would be nice to do agility with him some day, since he is one of the breeds perfect for the sport, but I'm not sure if I have the patience or competitive drive. However, if I don't, what makes me want to train at all? Agility is just a bit more advanced training. After he finishes his rounds of shots I'd like to get him into a good training class. Hopefully money allows.

My coffee has grown cold.

This morning I drove to work in a zoned out dream like state. I had strange dreams all night of familiar faces. Telling a friend exactly how I feel about her pushy behavior and how uncomfortable she makes the people around her. I remember the irritation, the raise of my voice, the feeling of satisfaction. I remember others sitting in the garage, chatting, drinking, until the wee morning hours. Six in the morning as I recall. I remember ex girlfriends (not mine) entering and serving no purpose to progress the dream other than just being present. Maybe that's enough. I'm such a jealous person, and I suppose I've always been, though perhaps not to this degree. I've never been that jealous of the past. At least not more than the present. Maybe since I never have a reason to be jealous in the present I look for something to obsess over. Shrug.

I was thinking, during the drive, about forgiveness. A quote from Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Yes.) struck me the other day. To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy, it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it. I can say, I am not a very forgiving person. Once you arrive on my shit list it's quite hard to ever find yourself off of it, unless my original reasons for placing you there end up being misguided, a convoluted situation will no clear beginning, middle or end. Gray matter. That being said, if I believe in you so wholeheartedly, maybe I never truly give up. I can think of one particular situation that is evidence of this, and I was right, this person was worth it, at least for me. I suppose on one hand I am a very forgiving person, and that's why when you do get on my shit list, I am a very unforgiving person. I put you there for a reason. You got so many shots, and you missed them all. He shoots, but he does not score. White (wo)men can't jump. I either really stopped caring, or I never did. Power is off.

Personally, I don't think I believe in that quote, the one from the wise old man on Buffy. I can see how it would apply to certain situations but I believe we only have a short amount of time here, why spend it exerting energy on people who don't make you happy? On people who have continuously treated you terribly and show no signs of changing, that's just who they are, that's just how it's going to be, that's just what you're gonna have to accept. Yes, only if this is someone you truly want in your life. Whose absence makes your bottom lip quiver and your pupils glance down and away. Is who they are ok with you? Do you really care? If not then walk away. It's their choice, or perhaps their curse, to always be who they are, but if it's not ok with you then just walk in the opposite direction and let them live their life. It's not your job to change anyone, or even your right. Why waste the little time (even living until you're ninety still seems so short) you have on people who you have no desire to associate with? Are they who you'd be thinking of in the end?

The way I see it, in this world I have a very small list of people I want to miss me in the end, and fuck the rest. I'm sorry, but do what you love and fuck the rest has never applied more. Society is so quick to place people in neatly wrapped boxes, adorned with bows, and say you have to accept them because we say it is so. You have to forgive because we say it is so, we say it is the right thing to do. Is it?

Humans are not perfect and will never be. I am certainly not perfect but people have loved me. Some people have not. That is ok. I have forgiven people. People have forgiven me. Some have not. That is ok too. No blood can tie me to anyone, no circumstance, nothing, not if I don't feel anything towards this person more than I feel for strangers on the street. But (s)he's your blood! This is my favorite, and has never meant a thing to me. I don't care about the blood in your veins or the hair on your head or your finger prints. I care about who people are. Call me selfish, but I'm not willing to waste this life on anyone I don't love. Who you are to me isn't a right you are born with, it is who you make yourself.

I tried very hard to use my superb imagination and think of whether or not I'd be sad if my father died. I wouldn't. I say that not in anger, but acceptance. I would feel strange, certainly, death of people I have met has always felt unsettling to me. To not love, to not bawl over the death of this figure, to some, this makes me cruel. Especially to those who have found it in them to love this person. I've tried to see it from the family angle, he is the only father you'll ever have! This isn't true, I've got so much more because I didn't have that. I had people who acted as a father to me more than he did. Perhaps I will shed a tear for what I never had, for the direction my life could have taken if events throughout my life hadn't shaped me to be so, but it would be brief. I am happy with who I am. I am thankful for who I have. I do not need more. I am not without because of this. I would shed a tear for the people who would be upset as a result of it. I would shed a tear for the world, such a cruel and fucked up place. I would shed a tear for myself, feeling the guilt of feeling nothing at all for another human. Yet when I do feel, I feel to the depths. But to say I love him? Would be a lie. Maybe that makes my wiring screwy somewhere along the way, because you're just supposed to love your parents no matter what! It's written somewhere super important! Like... the bible. Ahem.

I see other people, who have been treated poorly, so poorly, and they still find it in them to love this person, who hurts them time and again just because. That isn't me. Does this make them stronger? I don't know. If you raise a knife, a hand, to an old lady in my life. If you raise a hand to me, if you leave bruises, if you are cruel... Is that supposed to be love? I doubt I'd give anyone the satisfaction of saying that other people are stronger for loving in this instance, as I consider myself, in a lot of circumstances, to be emotionally sturdy. Neurotic, but able to pull out of some very heavy situations, still caring deeply for people, with only one near death experience under my belt.

It is assumed that you love your parents, no matter the case. Maybe it's not true for me because I never saw him as a parent. He was there, then he wasn't. He was mostly drunk when he was. I was convenient, but I don't ever remember a time in my life, a moment, where I thought, I am with my father and I am happy. Maybe this is what sets me apart. I can relate to still loving and forgiving a parent even if they've seemingly disappeared, as I still love my mother quite a lot, but I can remember ever loving her, as a child and beyond, and so it is hard to break from that. I don't think she knows how to love people, or to show it, so I try not to blame her, and I leave her be. I am no expert either. Yet that's a story for another day. But what about your future children, they won't meet their grandfather? I met my grandfather on my mother's side once as a baby and never saw him again. He treated her poorly, and she does not have a relationship with him. This hasn't bothered me in the least or affected my life at all. Daniel and I found a listing for him in Miami, using google, just out of pure curiosity. She said if we ever wanted to contact him, we could, but why would we? We didn't have a desire to phone a stranger, unless of course he'd won the lottery and cared to donate to our funds. And that was the extent of our feeling for the situation. Certainly if I have children one day they can contact whoever they wish. But I will not raise this person around any possible child of mine, as it is not his given right.

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 6

Day 6:

Favorite Music Video -

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 5

Day 5:

Favorite Quote -
[I have far too many favorite quotes collected over twenty three years living with a mad love of words, so I am just going to use one that I read lately, and liked quite much.]

"We try, we struggle, all the time to find words to express our love. The quality, the quantity, certain that no two people have experienced it before in the history of creation. Perhaps Catherine and Heathcliff, perhaps Romeo and Juliet, maybe Tristan and Isolde, maybe Hero and Leander, but these are just characters, make-believe. We have known each other forever, since before conception even. We remember playing together in a playpen, crossing paths at FAO Schwarz. We remember meeting in front of the Holy Temple in the days before Christ, we remember greeting each other at the Forum, at the Parthenon, on passing ships as Christopher Columbus sailed to America. We have survived pogrom together, we have died in Dachau together, we have been lynched by the Ku Klux Klan together. There has been cancer, polio, the bubonic plague, consumption, morphine addiction. We have had children together, we have been children together, we were in the womb together. Our history is so deep and wide and long, we have known each other a million years. And we don't know how to express this kind of love, this kind of feeling. I get paralyzed sometimes. One day, we are in the shower and I want to say to him, I could be submerged in sixty feet of water right now, never drowning, never even fearing drowning, knowing I would always be safe with you here, knowing that it would be ok to die as long as you are here. I want to say this but don't."
Elizabeth Wurtzel - Prozac Nation

Three Rounds and a Sound.

They're playing our song
They're playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?

Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we, get it wrong

And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I've known
and you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true

I was sleeping
My eyes were dark
Til you woke me
And told me that opening
is just the start
it was

Now I see you, til kingdom come
You're the one I want
To see me for all the stupid shit I've done

Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you'd know me
And you know me

Blooming up from the ground
3 Rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me

So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them

And the criss cross
Of what is true, won't get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you

And the fog of what is right
Won't cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 4

Day 4:

Favorite Book -

Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows

The culmination of so much. I don't care if this is a book for children, it grew into much more. By the end these characters were friends and their world so expansive you felt like you could roll over in bed and you'd be there. JK Rowling pulls you in and never loosens her grip. I'm still waiting on my letter.

Here I am a rabbit hearted girl.

I think what angered me more than the claim that I don't have my own mind because I am part of a unit, is that you brought that into my house. That memory. A memory I competed with, while I was warm and present, I competed for so long with a mere memory of something that used to be. You handed it back to him, talking about your own experiences, and yes he'd been there, he had. Hadn't we all? And you sat in my chair at my table next to my grill in front of my dog and my weeds and you inspired his mouth to open and words to escape his lips that I never wanted to hear again. Yeah, i've been that heart broken too. I've been there. Surely no one has ever taken him there or anywhere near it but me. It is a fool's wish, but I make plenty of those. He has no way to relate in a conversation about heart ache using my name, but I have plenty to say on the subject using his. I wanted to scream, I was there I was there and you just let me be!, but I didn't. No, I told him it wasn't worth it, because now I have you. It's not better, it's not better. You've been there too, over him. What does he know? He was a catalyst, I say, it was your fault! It was always your fault. It was always mine. We were instant, but not instantly so, and I don't think you remember but I do, quite perfectly. So no it's not ok to save your friend while drowning me in the past. It's never been.

5-1-10

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 3

Day 3:

Favorite Television Program -

LOST

Without a doubt, hands down, no question: LOST. It makes me think. It portrays the human condition more accurately than any show ever written; and it does this while a smoke monster floats around. It makes me feel uncomfortable, transfixed, angry, fearful, loved, understood. It is more. Now if we could just replace Kate with Buffy the vampire slayer we'd have my perfect show. Don't worry Buffy, being pushed to second place is hard, but I still like you more than Kate.

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 2

Day 2:

Favorite Movie -

Drop Dead Fred.

Because as a child this movie caused me to be obsessed with the fact that I did not, in fact, have an imaginary friend. I tried to create one, but in the end I was just talking to myself. In time I learned to just live vicariously through this movie. Thanks for sharing Fred, Lizzie. This has just become available on instant netflix and I see on IMDB that there will soon be a remake.

home sweet.

You can't smell it, but what's in this pot is making my house smell delicious. Chicken Divan. I think it's a keeper. Last night was fun, except for some annoying parts. It was the first time we've had anyone over to drink. Matt has now been drunk twice since his twenty first birthday, noted. I need more slow cooker recipes. It's quiet and clean here. The only thing on the floor is a puppy. Also, I just bought season three of Dexter.

May 30 Day Challenge - Day 1

day 1:
favorite song at the moment -

The National - Slow Show

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years