I like the painting Christina’s World VERY MUCH.
So I went to see Sons and Daughters lastnight. They played well. I was a little late. Got a nice shirt.
I really wanted to make some new graphics for the site, but I am not really creative enough. At least not at the moment. Perhaps I will have a surge of inspiration and creative ideas that will explode onto the web at later date. Until then, bland it is.
I’m looking into some charm. It seems to be kind of pricy but, I figure, if it works it works.
I guess my issue with hooker boots is not the boots alone. It’s more the combination of the boots and the length of the skirt. I just don’t believe in wearing gloves to keep warm, unless I’ve already put a jacket on.
So I am kind of an antagonist. But at least I admit it.
Just like heaven is a good song.
Alright so lately I’ve been drinking ice coffee. I drink that stuff so fast. I mean fast. A extra large ice coffee will only last a few minutes. It’s really strange, but I suppose temperature has a lot to do with it. That stuff is good though.
I was looking into updating WordPress, I’ll have to back stuff up to do it safely. I don’t like the sound of that.
NC temperature’s should be conducive to wearing a jacket. I am thrilled. I can’t help but smile as I type this, it’s just the very idea of winter makes me smile.
punny.
People who can write really small scare me. I wish I could. But I still think it’s scary. Not justifiably though. It’s just a feeling.
Schwarz·schild radius? It can’t get any bigger.
I worry a little about publicly drawn conclusions. I think it’s because I’m fickle about art.
Triple stout; compliment?
I learned that I actually don’t daydream much this weekend. Which is a good thing.
I’ve been told that because of the kind of brat I was, I should expect to be involved with them a lot. I guess it started this weekend. I don’t know how much the word brat really applies. I do know that I feel for single parents who didn’t discipline from infancy. It’s more difficult to change something after it’s built. Especially when it comes to people. Unlike walls, they feel it when you rip them apart. So in order to leave dignity intact, it’s a much more time consuming process.
I enjoy smiling. It makes it all easier. Sometimes I laugh so hard the skin around the sides and back of my head starts to cramp up a little. It’s kinda funny and makes me laugh harder. But then in a split second I worry that my skin is pulling back on my face in a strange way and that I actually look a little freaked out. Hmm. I’ll have to have a camera ready next time.
Google Talk has four green circles, the most I’ve seen yet. Nice.
A little while ago I invested in an Mp3 player/fm receiver/recorder combo codec kinda deal. I used it this weekend extensively. It worked well and I was pleased.
When you find a common thread, try not to rip it out. Things last longer that way.
P.S.
I had no spelling errors in this whole thing, at least not any unintentional ones! AWESOME
There is a simple relationship between thoughts and actions that I find interesting and it goes something like this: thoughts lead to feelings and feelings lead to actions.
Speech is a telling detail. And I do enjoy the details.
I’m afraid that in short time something I don’t like will become common place. Hooker Boots. I assure you I will break down and over explain my dislike for said style of footwear.
In the past, I did not iron my dress shirts. Why? Because I am lazy. I reasoned it out and as far as I was concerned since I was wearing a jacket the pressing of a shirt played a less than significant role in my appearance. Out of the blue though, I have found myself going and getting my shirt, walking to the ironing board, and actually ironing my shirt. I still wear a jacket. Why did I start ironing the shirts? Am I suddenly going to stop wearing jackets? My subconscious is really freaking me out.
If I go to the post office to mail things, what exactly does the pre office do?
Although I do intend to travel to Canada, I will not be going in October. NC has a higher purpose in my opinion, one I can wholeheartedly support. Whereas my leisure is really of little account. I mean it’s unassigned territory!
The beach is gone! It’s not hopeless but it is not at all what it used to be. This is old news to many. But since I went to the beach during the day for the first time in over two years I was surprised. Oh well, no sand castles for me.
I locked my keys in the car within minutes of arriving at said beach. That caused a bit of frustration. Moore’s kindly assisted my retrieval of them.
Football is still not my sport I found out.
The results of an early day off are seen above in my header image. I also added some other work to the attempted creativity gallery. Don’t get your hopes up, they are all pictures of, as you probably guessed, me.
Do you use skype? I recently began doing so. It’s quite a nice little program I found out. eBay is buying them it appears. I hope that doesn’t wreck it. But it’s free right now.
I recieved my Architecture in Helsinki album in the mail yesterday. That’s some fun music.
October: Canada or NC? Indecision 2005!
Is it just me or are dogs kind of intrusive?
Service Group Dynamics
Service groups crack me up. I find them to be excellent training. For what? For dealing with service groups I suppose. It all adds up ya know. Some times the three year old is the person I talk to the most. I wonder who learns more though. I guess that is really irrelevent. What is relevant is the experience and character that associating with people builds. It’s tremendously valuable I think. I even learned the color of nothing. It’s pink. That’s what I was told at least.
In my opinion my opinion is about as right as left. If I speak in the past tense it’s cause I’m tense about the past.
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The choices they made; tho dreams broken do fade, were oft less wide eyed. Yet remained bushy tailed, en’ tho circumstance derailed and some hopes had failed. They refrain; and for such stay sane. I watch with interest keen, and yet for what am I looking, if such can be seen? It’s patterns I suppose, much like the rhythm and rhyme of prose, even the pedals in a rose, are splendidly arranged. And meet with little practicality in reality, when compared with the shape of a nose. It’s with winsome words of futures to build that their conversations were filled. Sad and ironic it may be, but it’s by the life they’re living many are kill ‘d. When the sky turns the grayest of grays and this boy feels the bluest of blues, then the wind blows in the wettest of ways; slowly to settle damp on my brow, only to run on like I do now, weaving a way, trying to try, to spell it out and say, it’s gonna be different;
starting now.
