All we are, are just a couple of girls who wanted to have fun.
Yesterday I flew through a cloud. At first it was so bumpy and scary, I shook up and down and side and diagonal but then jenny said "open the window" . That's exactly when my heart skipped a beat. I tried to breathe but my breath was stolen from me. The sight that filled my eyes was more glorious than any words together could ever describe. I truthfully felt like i was flying in Heaven, a glimpse that could never be photographed, only burned into you, awakening your deepest desires. The impact of my cloud was astonishing. The time moved faster than I wanted. I never wanted to leave . The sun was there dancing on every fluff of diamond whiteness that towered overhead, I felt so close so overwhelmed, so small, I couldn't draw a breath for a full 3 minutes, and then it was over. My cloud slowly got smaller and smaller until it was only a prick in the past.
30.7.08
27.7.08
a think that I thoughted
one day as I sat in my garden, i pondered.
I wondered, and wandered and found so much deep beneath the bedrock.
What an exclamation I cried when surprise filled my sight.
It was so lovely I almost ran from fright. Terrifying glory, Sickening bliss, Ghastingly delightful, Delightingly Creepy, Underestimated heart-freezifying.
What might you ask? What is this thing, this living breathing slim and slow fast and ripped slothful thoughtingly churningly bottle of say?
One word slipped from my lips, 2 words tried to escape but one sufficed for the duration of opposites. -Lamp-
try again -prairie-
no again -Excellentation-
one more try -fracture-
why yes. that might be it. where else could something be so say?
three time I was looking seven a greleven way to say the say. ten the first time I ran after it. fourteen the second, I almost felt altwo. But after the third try I decided that nine all of the efforts and not fifty reasons, I went six the last sevender and tee on the fouree, but all that added up ninety was zero.
I wondered, and wandered and found so much deep beneath the bedrock.
What an exclamation I cried when surprise filled my sight.
It was so lovely I almost ran from fright. Terrifying glory, Sickening bliss, Ghastingly delightful, Delightingly Creepy, Underestimated heart-freezifying.
What might you ask? What is this thing, this living breathing slim and slow fast and ripped slothful thoughtingly churningly bottle of say?
One word slipped from my lips, 2 words tried to escape but one sufficed for the duration of opposites. -Lamp-
try again -prairie-
no again -Excellentation-
one more try -fracture-
why yes. that might be it. where else could something be so say?
three time I was looking seven a greleven way to say the say. ten the first time I ran after it. fourteen the second, I almost felt altwo. But after the third try I decided that nine all of the efforts and not fifty reasons, I went six the last sevender and tee on the fouree, but all that added up ninety was zero.
21.7.08
18.7.08
Hi!
I'm so bored. work is boring boring boring forever.
Today for work
I cleaned my phone with a paperclip,
listened to the entire soundtrack for chocolat the movie.
made a ring out of blue paper.
took a 20 min bathroom break.
drew tony's face for Laura's life size doll of him.
almost played croquet.
text messaged people.
made an ad about plasma!
looked at pictures of people who recently got married on facebook
read every article in the Daily Universe and cut out pictures to tack on my wall
got invited to go to Arizona with some hot boyz
ate gum that made me crave donut holes
and then wrote about it all
My drawing
Today for work
I cleaned my phone with a paperclip,
listened to the entire soundtrack for chocolat the movie.
made a ring out of blue paper.
took a 20 min bathroom break.
drew tony's face for Laura's life size doll of him.
almost played croquet.
text messaged people.
made an ad about plasma!
looked at pictures of people who recently got married on facebook
read every article in the Daily Universe and cut out pictures to tack on my wall
got invited to go to Arizona with some hot boyz
ate gum that made me crave donut holes
and then wrote about it all
My drawing
16.7.08
You know you need a life when your iPod starts talking to you
Dubya: I was sitting there trying to put some tv shows that I "TiVo"ed onto my 160 GB iPod but he was sitting there saying "Hello there! I'm full." What a glorious day when you can fill your entire 160 GB iPod, it's even more glorious when you discover it can talk.
of course you aren't considered to have a life either if you call an iPod " is that your shiny box with a bullseye on the table?" I love grandma
Who needs a life anyway as long as your a happy slappy campervan I say that's the best life there is.
of course you aren't considered to have a life either if you call an iPod " is that your shiny box with a bullseye on the table?" I love grandma
Who needs a life anyway as long as your a happy slappy campervan I say that's the best life there is.
14.7.08
Sometimes I don't do dumb things
but most of the time I do.
Dumb Moments today:
While running on the treadmill at the gym, the most perfect song ever came up on my iPOD. I was feeling it so badly I had this incredible urge to dance. It was so overpowering but I couldn't just break down and dance right in the middle of the gym, so I disciplined the dancing only to my hands but then my shoulders suddenly joined and my head and my feet started stepping step tapping to the beat I couldn't help myself! Basically I was dancing in the gym on a treadmill, and you know what I don't care.
Then of course after all that sweaty dance running extravaganzas I had to take a shower. WORST feeling ever when you get out of a nice warm shower and it's freezing outside of it, and you realize that you forgot to get a towel. luckily there was a 2-inch wash cloth left on the counter or I would have been caught in a sticky-wicky
After that was breakfast! fluffy scrambled eggs and toast. I always have so much eggshell drama. My mama buys the eggs that are so hard to crack so I am prone to hitting the egg really hard to get a nice clean crack (never happens). I recently attended a cooking class where the lady cracked eggs kind of funny but I thought I would try it. She would smash the egg flat on the counter and it always came out without any shells. So I got my egg out, smashed it on the counter and the entire egg came out all over the counter. Cool.
Dumb Moments today:
While running on the treadmill at the gym, the most perfect song ever came up on my iPOD. I was feeling it so badly I had this incredible urge to dance. It was so overpowering but I couldn't just break down and dance right in the middle of the gym, so I disciplined the dancing only to my hands but then my shoulders suddenly joined and my head and my feet started stepping step tapping to the beat I couldn't help myself! Basically I was dancing in the gym on a treadmill, and you know what I don't care.
Then of course after all that sweaty dance running extravaganzas I had to take a shower. WORST feeling ever when you get out of a nice warm shower and it's freezing outside of it, and you realize that you forgot to get a towel. luckily there was a 2-inch wash cloth left on the counter or I would have been caught in a sticky-wicky
After that was breakfast! fluffy scrambled eggs and toast. I always have so much eggshell drama. My mama buys the eggs that are so hard to crack so I am prone to hitting the egg really hard to get a nice clean crack (never happens). I recently attended a cooking class where the lady cracked eggs kind of funny but I thought I would try it. She would smash the egg flat on the counter and it always came out without any shells. So I got my egg out, smashed it on the counter and the entire egg came out all over the counter. Cool.
13.7.08
Code word: Pandemic
It's an odd sort of pandemic. an epic pandemic
One where people are past feeling, one where their emotional range is the size of a teaspoon and that small teaspoon is only their flavor. exception.
Self-centeredness seems to be the subject of today. perfection the other.
Everyone is searching for something, someone. When one is presented it seems to be their perfect most desired flavor for a while, but that is precisely when the disease unfolds: symptoms: your head is no longer regular size, rather it's transformed into something like a rose-tinted machine but it just doesn't seem to fit right, it's forced on and squeezes your eyes until all slowly turns black and all you can see is a picture of you because that is all you remember. soon it's all you want to remember. When rose-tinted glasses were the true style, life was simple, 2 weeks and you would know, 50 years past there are only trails of petals falling from your spectacles, no regrets, what you feel is real. they accepted. Today they fall but naturally is not the style. The pandemic has seized millions, not just here but across the world. More is expected more is demanded, unnatural and plastic. prim and sheen. sadly there is little hope of seeing in when the blindness prevails, there are things that only meet the eye yet even more that meets the soul. who knows what could have been.
One where people are past feeling, one where their emotional range is the size of a teaspoon and that small teaspoon is only their flavor. exception.
Self-centeredness seems to be the subject of today. perfection the other.
Everyone is searching for something, someone. When one is presented it seems to be their perfect most desired flavor for a while, but that is precisely when the disease unfolds: symptoms: your head is no longer regular size, rather it's transformed into something like a rose-tinted machine but it just doesn't seem to fit right, it's forced on and squeezes your eyes until all slowly turns black and all you can see is a picture of you because that is all you remember. soon it's all you want to remember. When rose-tinted glasses were the true style, life was simple, 2 weeks and you would know, 50 years past there are only trails of petals falling from your spectacles, no regrets, what you feel is real. they accepted. Today they fall but naturally is not the style. The pandemic has seized millions, not just here but across the world. More is expected more is demanded, unnatural and plastic. prim and sheen. sadly there is little hope of seeing in when the blindness prevails, there are things that only meet the eye yet even more that meets the soul. who knows what could have been.
10.7.08
istock is useful for more than ads about roommates fighting
this is the first wedding dress i found that I'm quite fond of. I am not a fan of the typical Allyse's bridal (actually I'm a big hater) typical modest ones gahhg, mine is going to be modest of course but different, it's hard to explain what's in my head on this subject so we just have to piece it together bit by bit
bubbly fluff puff
9.7.08
8.7.08
Merci pour les fleurs
I remember the first time I heard the word "blog"
It sounded to me like something you find hidden somewhere that is very unpleasant, unexpected and undesirable to discover. something black gooey and pulsing. it turned out to be quite the opposite.
in fact blogs are very pleasant and desirable to discover. I like them for the reason that you can type into the unknown. You put your words out there and there is some sort of relief that comes by pressing a big orange button that says "publish post" and sending your words that came from inside of you to somewhere only no one knows, on an adventure, to be read and cherished even if it's only by you.
It sounded to me like something you find hidden somewhere that is very unpleasant, unexpected and undesirable to discover. something black gooey and pulsing. it turned out to be quite the opposite.
in fact blogs are very pleasant and desirable to discover. I like them for the reason that you can type into the unknown. You put your words out there and there is some sort of relief that comes by pressing a big orange button that says "publish post" and sending your words that came from inside of you to somewhere only no one knows, on an adventure, to be read and cherished even if it's only by you.
3.7.08
Look it's Siena!
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