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February 28, 2006

Blabbity Blah Blah Blah

Soooo, I've kind of fallen back into the journalesque type of post. It's been a long time since I've posted like this and frankly, it feels good. I was poking around in my archives looking for something specific, and was taken back to a time in my life when I was very creative while also being very disturbed and unhappy. It's funny to observe how creative I can be when I'm at my most miserable. Sad, really...it's like something has to be sacrificed in exchange for happiness. Perhaps not...hmm. Nevertheless, reflection is a good thing and a blog is a great place to document it all. It's there, documented if our memories fail us - and they do fail us so much more than we realize.

Speaking of failing, I overslept this morning. It's Chris' fault, really...I was on the couch because he was snoring so fucking loud that the windows were rattling. Even with earplugs in, I couldn't sleep, so off to the couch I went. Well, when the alarm went off, he turned it off and went right back to sleep. The phone woke me up about 10 minutes before my usual departure time. He made up for it all, though, by taking the D-man to school for me – saved my butt. I made it to work on time, miraculously, though I am so very not put together today.

What really is stuck in my mind, however, is the dream I was having just before I woke up. It was kind of a Lost, Pitch Black, Survivor hybrid involving people from my past, my present and people I don't know. There were mysteries and conspiracies going on all over the place. The last thing I remember was that we have found/made some bombs out of "nitrox" (the jet fuel used for the Hot Wheels World Race cars, no doubt) and people were sneaking them out and pocketing them. I had one in my pocket, too. They looked like those candy test tubes that glowed in the dark.

Yeah, kinda like that.
Click here if you want to see the truly bizarre interesting picture I found while searching for that pic. Wow.

I have no idea what/who I was planning to blow up, but I was quite happy about it and the fact that I knew who else was armed. Heh. Damn, I have some weird dreams.

My CD burner is cracking me up. It sounds like a jet revving up to take off.

My blog came up as the #1 hit in Google for the poor sod who searched for: "i want a girl friend so badly. i cant stand it anymore i am very sad. perhaps i should consider ummmm getting one very soon hmmmm :( ahhhh but what can you do huh womans and sex its probably the best things in life" ...um...Dude. Go down to the girlfriend store and get one, quick!

I just had a document cross my desk for "Bliss Cancer Center". WHY WHY WHY would you name a cancer center Bliss!?!? Does anyone else see the irony?

People are SO freaking weird. Fascinating.

I adopted a pet spider this morning. I like her very much. Her name is Morgandy which means "little one from the edge of the sea." Don't ask - I have no idea. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Morgandy:

my pet!

In other pet news, miss Lexi was VERY happy to be home last night. She was exhausted, though...I wonder if she slept at all while she was there. She got lots of extra love last night.

Enough blathering. I'll leave you with some lyrics to ponder, from what is inspiring me and playing in my ear at the moment...

Sticks and stones, battle zones
A single light bulb on a single thread for the black
Sirens wail, history fails
Rose-colored glass begins to age and crack
While the politicians shadowbox the power ring
In an endless split decision, never solve anything
From a neighbor's distant land I heard the strain of the common man

Let it be me
this is not a fighting song
Let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light

Well the world seems spent and the president
Has no good idea of who the masses are
Well I'm one of them and I'm among friends
We're trying to see beyond the fences in our own backyards
I've seen the kingdoms blow like ashes in the winds of change
But the power of truth is the fuel for the flame
So the darker the ages get there's a stronger beacon yet

Let it be me
this is not a fighting song
Let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light

In the kind word you speak, in the turn of the cheek
When your vision stays clear in the face of your fear
Then you see turning out a light switch is their only power
When we stand like spotlights in a mighty tower
All for one and one for all
Then we sing the common call

Let it be me
this is not a fighting song
Let it be me
not a wrong for a wrong
Let it be me
If the world is night
Shine my life like a light


At February 28, 2006 10:40 am, Blogger Jenn said...

Celti girl wait until D wants a chemistery set then the dreams should get really interesting.

At February 28, 2006 11:23 am, Blogger sydwynd said...

I always wanted to blow stuff up in high school! But then again I was a bit of a disturbed introvert at the time. Getting laid fixed it all for me.

So perhaps Bliss is the owner's last name? I work with someone with Bliss as a last name. Very ironic, though, as you said.

At February 28, 2006 3:11 pm, Blogger E-Lo said...

Hmm. I'm still stuck on that picture...

At March 01, 2006 9:43 am, Blogger Denny Shane said...

Now let's get back to that erotic dream you were having where just you and I were naked on the mountain top, rolling around in the grass... oh wait. that wasn't your dream, that was mine... be back later. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

At March 01, 2006 12:13 pm, Anonymous vickie Long said...

So glad you got your dog back, even at such cost. I recently had to pay a speeding ticket that came to about that much and I could ill afford it, either. Lost or missing pets sure can give you an upset stomach; they are like your kids-worry, worry. My Black Lab Smokey very seldom gets loose but when he does I worry like mad. But usually he runs the route we take for a walk then comes right back. (thank God)


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