I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.
— The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkein)
3.13.2012
that woman the rain bore off.
if i knew where
i was going next,
i wouldn't be taking so many
naps,
or reading all these books,
trying to divine my future
in pillow cases
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions
of each day,
only a little bit numb.
i am the inevitable wanderer
the girl who always says
goodbye,
but never knows
how to leave.
i was going next,
i wouldn't be taking so many
naps,
or reading all these books,
trying to divine my future
in pillow cases
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions
of each day,
only a little bit numb.
i am the inevitable wanderer
the girl who always says
goodbye,
but never knows
how to leave.
3.12.2012
it is just me?
Does anyone else ever think that captcha phrases are getting increasingly harder? And from there you think, they could be getting more difficult to read OR I am becoming a robot.
For some reason I lean toward the latter. If we're talking plausibility and logic.
For some reason I lean toward the latter. If we're talking plausibility and logic.
3.11.2012
living, etc.
Couple things. First, I've finally finished Friday Night Lights. And now I must either (A) Move to Texas, or (B) Marry Tim Riggins. Unfortunately these items seem to be mutually exclusive, seeing as one is imaginary and the other more firmly grounded in reality. I'll let you decide which is which.
I also watched the 10th Doctor's finale, which I'd been putting off for months. I just can't imagine anyone else as the Doctor. David Tennant IS him. So yeah. Life's just FULL of disappointments right now. ;) I finished "The End of Time" and just moped around the house like
When I saw Matt Smith's face after the change, there were no words coming to mind that didn't rhyme with disgust and annoyance.
Also in British television is the second season of Sherlock, which was brilliant as always. Although the Irene Adler character bothered me to no end, as is the case with most adaptations. Did the writers even read the book?? Meh. But the show is clever and British so I don't feel comfortable complaining past that point.
(It's a little ironic that this post has "living" in the title and so far all I've talked about is tv. Hey, I never specified whether said living would be vicarious or actual. Your assumptions are your own.)
Other than that very important stuff...the new job's going great. It's been about two weeks and so far so good. The pay is considerably better and it's nice to not be feeling skint all the time. The work is interesting. I'm not seen as "just a secretary" anymore, which is loads better in itself. Quoi d'autre?
It's the time of the year when the creek behind my place is lousy with geese honking at all hours. So that's...nice. Despite this avian epidemic, I've realized the past month or so that I really love where I live. It's central to the freeway but still in a quiet area with lots of trees. Close to the park and library. Et ma maison? Je l'aime beaucoup. I bought two extremely sexy chairs and an end table for my office from World Market on Friday. It's the last room in my house that needs attention. Poor little loved-starved office. Triste.
On a last note, there are those of you out there who have asked for an update on L'Homme. And there's really not much to say beyond the fact that he visited, we spent time together, he said goodbye. He's a nice person but there were a few things about him that failed to cross the Skype divide earlier on that have made me decide not to continue with him. The Great Search continues, I guess. There was also that awkward moment when you're driving in the car with your significant other and a love song comes on the radio and you realize you're thinking of someone else. Ruh roh. So on these grounds I feel comfortable closing that chapter in my life. We can talk individually if you want a more detailed explanation, but I'm not going to word-vomit all over this when only two people want to know.
(cut to those two people)
At least you're honest.
I also watched the 10th Doctor's finale, which I'd been putting off for months. I just can't imagine anyone else as the Doctor. David Tennant IS him. So yeah. Life's just FULL of disappointments right now. ;) I finished "The End of Time" and just moped around the house like
When I saw Matt Smith's face after the change, there were no words coming to mind that didn't rhyme with disgust and annoyance.
Also in British television is the second season of Sherlock, which was brilliant as always. Although the Irene Adler character bothered me to no end, as is the case with most adaptations. Did the writers even read the book?? Meh. But the show is clever and British so I don't feel comfortable complaining past that point.
(It's a little ironic that this post has "living" in the title and so far all I've talked about is tv. Hey, I never specified whether said living would be vicarious or actual. Your assumptions are your own.)
Other than that very important stuff...the new job's going great. It's been about two weeks and so far so good. The pay is considerably better and it's nice to not be feeling skint all the time. The work is interesting. I'm not seen as "just a secretary" anymore, which is loads better in itself. Quoi d'autre?
It's the time of the year when the creek behind my place is lousy with geese honking at all hours. So that's...nice. Despite this avian epidemic, I've realized the past month or so that I really love where I live. It's central to the freeway but still in a quiet area with lots of trees. Close to the park and library. Et ma maison? Je l'aime beaucoup. I bought two extremely sexy chairs and an end table for my office from World Market on Friday. It's the last room in my house that needs attention. Poor little loved-starved office. Triste.
On a last note, there are those of you out there who have asked for an update on L'Homme. And there's really not much to say beyond the fact that he visited, we spent time together, he said goodbye. He's a nice person but there were a few things about him that failed to cross the Skype divide earlier on that have made me decide not to continue with him. The Great Search continues, I guess. There was also that awkward moment when you're driving in the car with your significant other and a love song comes on the radio and you realize you're thinking of someone else. Ruh roh. So on these grounds I feel comfortable closing that chapter in my life. We can talk individually if you want a more detailed explanation, but I'm not going to word-vomit all over this when only two people want to know.
(cut to those two people)
At least you're honest.
3.07.2012
3.03.2012
i may also need this. more.
Cozy northern habitation? Check.
Wolf hybrid? Check check.
This guy chopping wood outside?
...Check.
I think that about covers it!
Dream life ACTIVATE.
3.01.2012
1.16.2012
1.09.2012
lie to me.
you're wasting all your time here
riding around in the sun
alone and idling
come wander back to me
you know i'll always be there
lie to me, lie to me
make like you love me
lie to me, lie to me
with this one you never go
and this one you never show yourself
with this one you tell it all
and turn your world into a ghost town
lie to me, lie to me
make like you love me
lie to me, c'mon it's easy
don't think of what we can't be
i know what you need and you know that you like it
the name you were born with
your soul on your sleeve
let me believe in something
riding around in the sun
alone and idling
come wander back to me
you know i'll always be there
lie to me, lie to me
make like you love me
lie to me, lie to me
with this one you never go
and this one you never show yourself
with this one you tell it all
and turn your world into a ghost town
lie to me, lie to me
make like you love me
lie to me, c'mon it's easy
don't think of what we can't be
i know what you need and you know that you like it
the name you were born with
your soul on your sleeve
let me believe in something
1.05.2012
just, you know, stuff.
How were everybody's holidays? Good, I hope. I can honestly say that this past Christmas was one of the best ever. And I include in that list the year of the Barbie dream car. Yes, a pink Barbie convertible that Cara and I drove around in. (Cue the peanut gallery saying, This was only last year, right? Hardee-har-har.)
This year we talked to TPYM via Skype, had a fabulous Christmas and New Year's Eve dinner with the Erbs, and had all sorts of frolicking laughter, snuggling and joy. (Rainbows though were nil. Sorry.) I think what made this Christmas/New Year a good'un was the perfect balance between festivities, family time, and spiritual experiences. Dad "shufflin'" at 2:30 am on New Year's? Festivities. Watching the First Presidency Christmas Devotional? Family time AND spiritual experience. We like to get it all in, I guess.
What I'm saying is, it made me excited for the year to come. And there are already great plans in the works. Mom and I are going to Savannah for a historic homes and gardens tour (and ghost tour that she doesn't know about yet, shhh) in March for our birthdays, we're taking a family trip to Glacier National Park in August (cue dancing in the street), and I think there's supposed to be some sort of baby born in May. Renaldo? Robert? Ragnar? Not to mention the Arsenal v. Manchester United match in just a few short weeks. Busy busy. So in summation, it's gonna be great and I can't wait to see what happens. And stuff.
This year we talked to TPYM via Skype, had a fabulous Christmas and New Year's Eve dinner with the Erbs, and had all sorts of frolicking laughter, snuggling and joy. (Rainbows though were nil. Sorry.) I think what made this Christmas/New Year a good'un was the perfect balance between festivities, family time, and spiritual experiences. Dad "shufflin'" at 2:30 am on New Year's? Festivities. Watching the First Presidency Christmas Devotional? Family time AND spiritual experience. We like to get it all in, I guess.
What I'm saying is, it made me excited for the year to come. And there are already great plans in the works. Mom and I are going to Savannah for a historic homes and gardens tour (and ghost tour that she doesn't know about yet, shhh) in March for our birthdays, we're taking a family trip to Glacier National Park in August (cue dancing in the street), and I think there's supposed to be some sort of baby born in May. Renaldo? Robert? Ragnar? Not to mention the Arsenal v. Manchester United match in just a few short weeks. Busy busy. So in summation, it's gonna be great and I can't wait to see what happens. And stuff.
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