The Little Prince

I don’t have the heart for reviewing this book. I can’t stomach the idea of unraveling its passages. I love this book. I’ve loved it since the first time I came across it in the fifth grade.
I do not seek to understand WHY I love these words. I imagined that I would. I was interested to hear what other people had to say about it but when the time came to read what others gleaned from these words soo dear to me. I cringed.
I can appreciate that other people will find something different than what I find but I can’t bring myself to pick these words apart to defend my view.
Like crushing a pearl to see what makes it shine.
“the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world” that phrase has haunted me. The image is one that I treasure. I plan on having that image tattooed onto my inner wrist in the future. I’ve been carrying that plan around since I first started getting tattoos. I’ve only put it off because I can’t convince myself that my left wrist is ready to carry and expose daily what I feel is a very personal glimpse into what I hold dear.

Hello Blog

NANOWRIMO 08 EPIC FAIL!
So I’ll know better next year. I have a beautiful idea for a short story so if anyone in power is reading this I DEMAND A CONTEST!
Oh to be the powers that be . . . ~le sigh~
I have been sick for the past week. I’m a miserable sick person. I am whiny and needy and contagious. FUN! Blech. I’ve decided to start a fan club. Yes it is for YOU!
I’m making signs that say things like “WE LOVE YOUR BEARD!” and I’m going to be collecting dues. Hopefully I will be a better Fan Club president than the one who shot Selena.

days

there are days when all i want to do is cry. when i just want to crawl into a hole and die. when i want to climb in bed pull the covers over my head and lie
to myself--it will all be fine . . . everything works out in the end . . . change can be your friend.

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note to self

I'm scared.

new stuff

I got a new phone! It is sooo pretty all shiny and red. With nifty little buttons and a fancy trackball. Neat time saving functions that I will never use.

Days Two and Three

Day Two

Not nearly as wonderful as Day One but the law of diminishing utility and all that.
I still feel pretty good. Popping pills is my new thing. For serious! I wonder if the rest of the world feels like this all the time? I could live like this. I could enjoy living like this. Maybe it is the weather and not the magic pills. I have been spending thirty minutes to an hour outside everyday, I think that helps too.


DAY THREE!

So I managed to go for a brisk walk this morning. I only showed up an hour late and ten years out of shape.
Courtesy of TimOi! I started the day with exercise and interesting conversation. Overall a good start to day 3.

The Black Brant was right!

Today is Day One.

And lets hear it for DRUGS! I’m not sure if this overall feeling of ALIVE is from the drugs but it must be.
I feel good. I feel great. I FEEL. My fingers seem faster. Colors seem brighter. Smells seem stronger and more noticeable. My eyes feel bigger. I can feel my eyes. That is definitely new. I never noticed the sensation of blinking before. This has to be the pills or maybe today is just a good day. I woke up and I felt like dancing. So I danced. There was a brisk chill to the wind so I wore a sweater and put a bow in my hair. There is a book waiting at Maranthana and a Library Book Sale this week. Maybe it isn’t the drugs maybe it is just a good day.

I feel

fall in the air. HALLOWEEN is just around the corner.
I'm very excited. I am definitely making a costume for someone or something this year!
Be it dog or stolen child!!!
And the cupcakes they will be beskulled!

interesting sidebar: I was almost trapped in an elevator.
Creepy parking garage, myself and a male stranger walk towards the elevator the doors are closing I rusk forward and catch the door.
"Whoa CAREFUL." says the stranger. We walk into the elevator and proceed to make idle chatter.
I mention that the button we need is alredy lit, he mentions that this morning the elevator was stuck on the first floor. (this elevator has a bad habit of breaking) I mention that this is the first time I have used the parking garage in a few months since my niece told me I was going to get rundown walking up and down the ramp, he mentions that he usually takes the stairs.
We hit the first floor, and the elevator speeds up. I enjoy a strange weightless feeling then a jarring bump. The elevator bounces back up to level with the first floor the door open bing bings but the doors remain closed as the elevator races us back up to the second floor and spits us out. We rush out and take the stairs laughing the whole time.
As we walk by the first floor foyer we see "Out of Order" signs on the first floor elevator doors.