too long to miss it, please don't you miss it

my friend quotient started this thanksgiving thread on jm.org where we are supposed to say what we are thankful for. here was my response.

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im thankful for music. and quotient. caffeine to rouse me from my apathetic mind. substances to free my mind. art. friends who take the place of family. sam for saving my life, not once but twice. synchronicity. serendipity. lyrics to say the things i wish i had the courage to articulate myself. my health. my life. my dogs who love me unconditionally no matter how much i hate myself. the open road. sunrise with the windows down and music up. a fresh, clean notebook. second chances. new beginnings.

and everyone who took the time to read this.

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as quotient said - "let's put a little more love in the world, shall we? "

envelopes stuffed with feelings found, to write this down as means to reconcile.

we ask to look past life as it goes by.
i know you have sacrificed time,
life, love, time to fly. . .
i know to have something like this
broken is hard to fix.

i can barely type or text since my right hand is barely functioning. trying to track down my uncle to get some pain pills since my knuckle is definitely broken. first broken bone i've ever had. lame :(

i didn't get the invisible children position. i'm going back to millsaps in the fall. i guess i can't run away from my past. i know if i go back i'm not going to move forward in my life. i'm scared. i'm not ready. i wanted this so bad. words can't even describe.

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the alcohol only smudges the pain around the edges. false pretenses. leading on. unfair. the pain continues to grow, the dullness ebbs and fades but grows larger and more imminent in the back of my mind. uncertainty creeps forward and takes away every hint of reason. someone make it better. i can't make it better. not once, but twice the rejection. inadequacy and failure flit around my thoughts making clarity impossible. this was my answer. this was everything i hoped and dreamed about. i've talked my friends' ears off about this, hope was instilled in me from every angle and again that flicker of promise is taken from my eyes the moment it is clearly in focus. one beacon of better circumstance, making a difference...yes there are other ways, but not ways that mean something to me like this does. this was the last chance, and again i do not live up to the standards of those around me. it is hard enough to fail to live up to my own, but to not be good enough for others is unbearable as well. i need solace, and the only person physically here and willing to be that for me...i don't even want to see. hopefully my panic will subdue in no time...but until then - this throbbing, pulsating pain blinds me and clouds my judgment.

i falter as the music stops

originally started on november 6th. i didn't have the strength to get past the first three sentences.

nausea. nerves spreading from my heart down to very my fingertips. all it takes is a little reminder and i am over the edge. birthday, acquaintances, conversations on silly social networking forums. a certain song, the way the light hits my eyes or the hesitation of my heart as your name starts to form on my lips. thank god you were one in a million. i still see you in the passing crowds, hoping you will be there the next time i turn around. i gave you everything, you gave me everything. it was instant from the moment our eyes locked. understood. old souls crossing paths. synchronicity. i can try and blame it on a series of events that led me to that fateful day, but the fact that you were there, looking for change at the same instant i was looking for nothing, it means there is a greater underlying, undulating force bringing us to our next peak or trough. unfortunately our lives were out of phase with one another. one period of overlap, perfect resonance and overtones that still haunt me to this day. your love still rings in my ears barely buzzing behind the glass wall separating me from everything i really feel. mind and body irreconcilably disconnected, overlapping only in the eclipse of what i felt that day. right place, wrong time. no going back. you have no regrets, i have mine. yes, it was the closest i felt to be alive, to being human, to being normal. we seeped our love from every pore and it was undeniable. infectious. you were my heaven on earth. i was yours. minds following the same loops and twists through reason and irrationality, bringing us one step closer to that which we truly desire in the next life - because we had it here. intellectual to the point of challenging one another but not to the edge of pretense. i miss you. you still own my heart and soul. and my mind. my sanity. my peace and sanctity of reason. no matter the distance you put between us, you will always haunt my dreams. bodies in line with our minds. every touch as spiritual as the words that roll off our tongues. your warms eyes will always pierce the veil of security i try to envelop myself in. . .and i am forever exposed.

this is the last night in my body, yeah.

we built too many walls, yeah, we built too many walls

one hundred posts...i feel like i am obligated to make this extra special or something. i have become so inconsistent, with fluctuating periods of increased enthusiasm. i do not feel creative or particularly inspired, kind of being pulled down by the anticipation of what is coming next in my life. i am ready to turn the page, start anew. i love the sensation of writing in a journal or on a spiral for the first time - one more chance to start again.

light up, light up as if you have a choice

yes, i know this is a cover of snow patrol's "run". no, i am not a big fan of leona lewis by any means. i love this cover though. the video reminds me a bit of twilight cinematically, hehe, but she does a brilliant job with this song. i distinctly remember snow patrol being the only music i would study to fall semester of my freshman year, and this song was very anthemic. just...beautiful.





you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done
and i can barely look at you
but every single time i do. . .

louder, louder
and we'll run for our lives
i can hardly speak i understand
why you can't raise your voice to say. . .

slower, slower
we don't have time for that
all i want is to find an easier way
to get out of our little heads

. . .making up for all this mess

how long will it take you to wake up?

. . .before you go will you wake me?
or i'll sleep all day
miss everything

i'm so bad at this updating thing now. i feel like my life is so busy and the only way to keep my sanity is to spend hours not doing anything, or filling my spare time with sleep instead of trying to document my rambling mind. kirt and i had our first real fight on monday, mostly because i was tired and had no way to call him or get in touch with him to let him know that i really just wanted to spend the day alone. everything ended up working out in the end, but it was upsetting to say the least.

all of my health stuff came through, once and for all monday morning. i am completely healthy. clean slate. start again. if i were atlas, i have finally shrugged off the weight i was forced to carry and i can finally breathe free again. all i wanted to do was sit in reverie, have coffee, watch the sun shine, feel unafraid to let people in - but to just be alone. and i couldn't have that, which led to my mini-meltdown. nothing that a few hours at a record store could not solve.

i don't remember what i did tuesday. wednesday, i worked from 5 to close, had coffee with jess, watched bones with my mom, ate some homemade chili, then headed to kasbah. i got there at 1130, had a beer, and then casey and thomas took me down to hole in the wall for my first legal drink. maya was pulling up as we were walking out, so she joined us. shots that were supposed to put hair on my chest, dos equis pitchers, and a song (aptly named grain alcohol. . .?) dedicated to me by the live jug band and i was drunk. i got a little ill and made kirt drive me back to his apartment - there was no way i was making it down the street, nonetheless back to cedar park.

woke up at 730, went back up to cedar park and tried to sleep for a little more than the three or four hours of drunk slumber i had from the night before. my mom got home at noon from work and took me to the olive garden for lunch. it is always a trip to go back there after working there as long as i did. soup, salad, and breadsticks galore, followed by a strawberry bellini. my mom is so absurd when it comes to alcohol. went and got my hair cut then waited a few minutes for chris to get home to do presents and cake. went and got coffee, then headed down to kirts to go to dinner. i was not hungry at all, however, so we just smoked some hookah at his place, then went to cuatros for drinks. longhorn iced tea, a hesitant sip of kirt's snakebite, a pitcher of woodchuck amber, and some mystery tequila shot from the bar, then over to kasbah. i sobered up and then went over to true blue for my tattoo a couple hours later.

i was also being a bit demanding, and forced kirt to play the beatles instead of country. i guess i was abusing my birthday privileges. i was at true blue for quite a bit, simply because i was not in a rush and neither was my artist. mike wasn't working, but jon reed did it for me. if i'm not lazy, i will take a picture of it tomorrow. short, simple, sweet - i love it. i can't wait to get my next piece done, i just haven't put the time into planning the exact execution of the design yet. went back to kasbah and nic, zoe, liz, kyle, austin, gary, and kadie were all there. it was cold as hell, so i kind of rotated groups, but i was so so tired, i went back to kirts place at around 1230. fell asleep around 1, and woke up at 2 to go back and pick him up. i felt great before i went to sleep, completely sobered up, and then when i woke up i felt like hell. i couldn't throw up, but i would have felt better if i could have and i could not go to sleep either - i was miserable and shaking. i guess that is what i get for a getting a tattoo on an empty stomach. ultimately, that is the only explanation that is in any way rational.

woke up at 1030 the next day, went home, read harry potter for a few hours, then went to work at 5, still not feeling great. i had a lot of fun working with kait and jess, and then we all headed to trudy's after work. we got there and there was a bit of a wait, so we just went to chili's for some girly drinks instead. it was better off that way after all, considering jess and i were with liz and kait who are both clearly under age. i just had a strawberry daquiri, then got suckered into this huge margarita that our cute waiter convinced me would be a good idea to have. way bigger in real life than it was in the picture - and i'm not one for tequila, particularly on the rocks. everything i drank, including some kick ass whiskey later that night still tasted of tequila. went up to kasbah and just chilled - it was super crowded because everyone and their mom decided to come into town.

i left at about half past one to drive home and get some rest before i had to open in the morning. there was stupid construction on the toll road that stopped traffic dead for twenty minutes (i was being paranoid and thought it was a road block for a little while) and finally i had to go five miles out of the way to get back to my house since they closed exits without any kind of notice.

work was kind of busy and went by pretty fast. ian brought me coffee, which pepped me up substantially, and i had a nice, hearty serving of breakfast pizza that morning (crescent roll crust, no sauce, eggs, sausage, and cheese for those of you not well-versed in the awesome buckler family tradition) and got my last, and best, present from my dad since he finally made it back down from dallas. i have my own gps now, which is the amazing - i get lost every where i go if i am going off memory or gut instinct. i'm so stoked about it :)

i came home from work and tried to dig through my winter clothes to find something acceptable to wear in this crazy, freakishly cold weather that has recently invaded central texas. took a shower, then went to outback with my family. ate way too much, like always, came home and took a forty five minute nap, then headed to kasbah to meet up with jamey and casey and head downtown. we ended up heading out around midnight after chilling and smoking for a while. again, it was packed with people and there wasn't anywhere to sit. i was definitely the odd one out - the only girl in a room of at least a dozen guys, and it wasn't much different when we headed out. we took two cars, listened to nofx as casey drove and i snooped through his cds - a favorite pastime of mine in anyone's car. we started off at maggie mae's which was pretty cool. i am definitely not into the bar scene by any means, so it was different but fun. thomas and everyone he was with took a bit longer to get there, so they played catch up and then we headed over to fuel.

fuel was an experience. i was a little tipsy by the time we got there, but the guys knew someone who works there from kasbah, who let us in and got us drinks. fuel is kind of a seedy, ghetto, predominantly hispanic hangout and what was playing when we walked in? lil wayne of course. everyone in this place would have fit in perfectly with the crowd at voodoo. i braved the bathroom, which was an experience, and then we headed to the blind pig. we only stayed for a little while, waited for everyone else to meet up with us, then headed to the aquarium to grab a drink before last call. i ran into alexis neal of all people there, which was a trip. we took a picture together, which hopefully will surface at some point.

i refused about half the beer and shots that i was offered during the night, did not pay for a thing, and was still sufficiently intoxicated. went back to kasbah, hung out for what little time was left before close and just acted a fool. i had some good conversation, though brief in most cases, with sam, michelle, and cody during the night which definitely brightened my day. definitely a great night all and all though - and way more fun than i expected my first downtown experience to be.

jamey and his roommate came back to kirts place afterwards, and we had a great time hanging out, listening to music, chatting, and drawing on the couch. they smoked, i didn't, and we had a good time all and all. really interesting conversation about religion and particularly about the finer points of synchronicity versus fate, which made me very happy. . i can't help but smile thinking about jamey following my train of though differentiating between the two. that conversation was in and of itself one of the greater moments where things just click, and it was a great way to pass the time. if you want to hear about this conversation, let me know and i will type up what i remember of it tomorrow - i think it is riveting stuff, but i am not going to spend the time if you aren't interested.

we ended the night with some quality eurovision videos, which was definitely a new experience for jamey, and then went to bed some time between 6 and 7 or so. we started napoleon dynamite, but i fell asleep almost instantly. i woke up at around 10 of my own accord and decided to leave shortly thereafter. i talked to arthur on msn most of the way home, which was especially not wise considering the fog *cough*reignofdementorsdescendinguponaustin*cough* that was hanging in the air, but i enjoyed it.

read a bit, watched tv, slept a tiny bit, then went to lunch at chili's near the outlet mall. i got very ill from the food i ate, and i think i must have been allergic to something in the food i had. went and saw twilight with my sister sarah, and then barely made it home without getting sick again. i spent the rest of the evening trying unsuccessfully to recover from my nausea, slipping in and out of awareness and falling asleep off and on. watched the two hour 24 event, had some pizza, read some more, and here i am. it is time for a shower though, so that's the end of the update for now.

all and all - amazing, amazing, amazing birthday weekend. every night has been phenomenal. i could only ask that i had been able to spend some of that time with my good friends who aren't here in austin. some other time though, soon hopefully. oh, and thank you to the three people who donated money to invisible children for my birthday - $63 just for putting a little application on my page - i highly recommend each of you do the same thing for your own respective birthdays :) good night, and peace.

now i'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret. . .

some days go by, i wish i was famous
or maybe religious, so i could go to heaven
just like you
i can have a big house, complain about taxes
payoff my ex'es, ain't that living
no one makes fun of me, cause i can't stand up for myself (or because i cross my legs like a girl)

woah, 21 and invincible
woah, can't wait to screw this up
and woah, 21 and invincible
i'm in power for the hour
guess today's gonna blow us away

i've got a girlfriend
she tells me she needs me
and she loves me
we'll probably get married
oh no, and everyone will bite their tongues so hard they'll bleed

when mom hears this song
she'll tell me i'm crazy
and she'll say to me
"son you're much too young, go have some fun
don't waste your youth like i did"

and woah, 21 and invincible
woah, can't wait to screw this up
and woah, 21 and invincible
i'm in power for the hour
i guess today's gonna blow us away

and it's been autumn since the day that i met you
if i hit bottom must i crawl out alone?
and i don't wish to know the secrets of summer at all

and woah, 21 and invincible
woah, can't wait to fuck this up
and woah, 21 and invincible
i'm in power for the hour
i guess today's gonna blow us away


. . .that is all :)

don't aim without a target

so, as most of you know that i turn twenty one on thursday. hooray :)

facebook has this cool application, causes, where instead of sending funny, not meaningless bumper stickers, flair, or growing fake plants and fighting ninjas, you actually show your support for different philanthropic endeavors. i only have a few on my page, and the one nearest and dearest to my heart is, of course, invisible children.

don't think that this is my brilliant idea or anything, the application suggested it, but i think you should all consider helping out. since i'm not going to see almost any of you, and i know that you would have at least coughed up money for a cheesy greeting card or at least treated me to coffee, i challenge you to donate a few dollars you would have otherwise blown on me to help this worthwhile cause.

the official goal is to have you guys donate $21 since it is my 21st birthday, but anything you are willing to donate would be greatly appreciated. the only thing i want for my birthday is to spend time with my good, dear friends, but since i am several states (or even an ocean) away from most of you, do the next best thing - prove to everyone else just how amazing each and every one of you are.

i already have one pledge from heather phillips, a mere acquaintance, and i know she would otherwise leave my birthday unacknowledged if it were not for this great cause. so show your love for me and this momentous occasion (of possible shenanigans and maybe a bit of debauchery) by showing your compassion.

the link is up on my profile, but here it is if you are as lazy as i am -

http://apps.facebook.com/causes/birthdays/21729?m=7e55cb87



also, in other invisible children related charity causes - check out the online store for some cool new merch and great gift ideas for the holidays. i bought myself the gun camera scarf this evening and it is pretty rad if i do say so myself.

here is the blurb taken from the official IC myspace -

"This Holiday, Give 100% -

As the year's winding down, we're just getting started. First up, a whole new store for the holiday season, where 100% of the proceeds go straight into our programs. Check out our new products (including hoodies!!), new deals (like a free gold pin for buying over $30 and free shipping on orders over $100), and a lot of new functionality including the ability to create wish lists. This holiday, give 100%."




time and time again you said don't be afraid






i'm having this memory. . .almost a dream

i’m updating on the road (literally) so i am going to attempt to keep this brief. traffic accidents aren’t exactly at the top of my to-do list at the moment.

the last week has been very trying for me for a number of reasons. i found myself sinking into another one of my bottomless depressions. don't stop reading this entry now though - this is not going to be a lament-filled diatribe. this story actually has a happy ending. with the exception of a few nights during which i voluntarily sequestered myself in my home, book and laptop close at hand, i have been forcing myself to interact socially even through my most desolate of nights. granted, i am not the best companion in these hours filled with dazed looks and too long contemplative pauses, but the fact that i still have people by my side makes a world of difference. i appreciate everyone that has been putting up with me more than you can ever imagine. . .because even if i am not saying a word, just knowing that you still want to have me around even if i am not contributing leaves me beyond grateful. there has been way too much looming over my head to construct some brilliant facade, so i have been left defenseless - but somehow i made it through, yet again.

today, i cannot stop smiling. every little thing is causing the corners of my lips to curl up in gratitude. i am not any happier, but the sharp, harsh edges i tend to see everywhere - one step away from hurting me yet again - they all seemed to be hazy around the edges. maybe i am just dulled to the pain. sometimes you have to find solace just in the fact that the sky is that particular shade of blue today, or because your latte is just right, or simply because you found everything you were looking for at the bookstore. i have lowered my expectations, not in the sense that i am abandoning my standards or aspirations, but in so far that i am content with the insignificant, unexpected details and serendipitous events that riddle my everyday life.

my phone interview with invisible children was yesterday evening. i feel that it went as well as i possibly could have expected - i only blanked once in the hour and twenty minutes that i was on the phone with tiffany. with the random disconnects and reception issues aside, i think everything went remarkably well. it felt so natural, and i feel that there was a rapport because tiffany and myself that had not been established last time. i was brutally honest, and not a thing felt rehearsed, contrived, or empty. all my words were heartfelt, and besides my jittery, fast-paced stream of thought - mostly brought on my my mocha espresso milkshake at roasters - i felt so much better this time. i never lost my train of thought, just simply worried about losing tiffany in my sometimes eccentric ramblings, and i felt so confident coming out of it. i know that i did the best i possibly could, and i hope that is enough to satisfy those making this decision. i truly, without hesitation or doubt, believe that this is what i am meant to be doing at this juncture in my life - but it is out of my hands now. i did my best, what more can you ask for? i find out two weeks from today, so fingers crossed.

after two reschedules this week already, i finally went to my doctor this morning. unfortunately, i had to drive straight from my dermatology appointment at 830 to the hospital, which resulted in too much bureaucracy for one day if you ask me. hospitals never have it quite right. . .i hate having to be there. it looks like everything will turn out okay, and i pray that is the truth. i get a definitive result by monday, and if it is a positive result then i am going to be subjected to little or no treatment for the better part of the next decade. do you realize how much of a weight that would be off of me if i could live the rest of my twenties out with little or no fear? i can only wish i would be that lucky. again, fingers crossed.

on a side note, when i spoke to tiffany, my health came up again. my doctor gave me the seal of approval to be on the road, stress or not, as long as my results are good come monday. tiffany said that if this were the case, it would not be a factor in their decision, but i cannot help but think that it will still be detrimental in my chances of being selected. this is still sitting in the back of my mind, and i hope it doesn't continue to haunt me if i am not selected again.

home is stretched a little thin right now, and i am not sure how much more i can handle. i think my mom doesn't really know what role she is supposed to fill in the house now, and it is wearing on all of us. pardon my french, but she needs to get her shit together. i never thought i would be closer to my dad than to my mom, but that is certainly the case at the moment. i am having dinner with my dad at cool river in dallas before i continue north to denton. goodman county tonight, should be fun. i am so stoked to see jager - it has been ages.

i went to lunch with my mom at jason's deli this afternoon, got my oil changed, and then headed over to the 7-11 on 620 since gas was only $1.91. it only took $17.50 to fill up my tank, which was amazing. i was driving back down volente and it felt like second nature. i couldn't help but think about my days working at the oasis when i knew that road like it was the back of my hand. i won't say that it was a simpler time - but the terms were much easier to tolerate. i wasn't dealing in terms of life or death, work or school resisting the invisible chains i felt that bound me to cedar park. it was by no means something i would like to relive, but in place of the dilemmas that plague my mind now, i would give anything to deal in those terms once more.

work is becoming a burden. i almost walked out the other morning, just because i cannot deal with my boss. he is completely inappropriate all the time and relies on us all too much. i would much rather have a different job for the rest of the year, or no job at all, than to continue dealing with him as it stands.

right now, i am musically frustrated. i went into waterloo the other day, and there are some moments when i feel so overwhelmed by the wealth of music and diversity out there. i don't know a thing about music and i feel so inadequate next to some of these hipsters who are fact-quoting machines. everyone puts up a front, but i feel like mine is paper thin. this is why i feel so lonely in austin - i can never live up to this unbelievable standards for a prolonged period of time.

i am filled with mixed emotions about my remaining time in austin. . .it is slowly coming to a close and i do not know if i am ready to let go. there are too many good things that have blessed my life since i have been back, and the experience of being back at home has been so, so humbling. all i know is that whatever path i continue down in the next few months, an adventure awaits me at every corner.

i officially killed my third real copy of everything in transit today. i have gone through countless burned copies, many of which have been lost to friends i thought needed it more than i did or to the invisible monster that makes different albums disappear every now and again. i don't even want to know how many times i have listened to this cd, but today i am listening to it with an optimism i have not felt in a long, long time.

just saying...

i love you, but please learn how to spell if you are going to act like such a hot shot.

and i drink another simile

new layout, new approach...i really want to make this blog a more consistent thing. it's a work in progress, so please be patient :)

get off your feet and make it count


on tuesday, america took one giant step forward and another enormous step back. government sanctioned discrimination is not a sign of a progressive nation. not only did proposition 8 pass in california, though by a very small margin, discriminatory measures diminishing or eliminating gay rights were also passed in florida, arizona and arkansas. this. breaks. my. heart.


i am not sure how many of you have followed proposition 8, but it has been a very heated point of descension. why give rights and then take them away? also, in my opinion, and i am not alone in this belief, constitutional additions should only add rights, not take them away (i.e. giving women the right to vote, african-americans the right to not be slaves, etc.)

if you want to know more about proposition 8, please talk to me (i'm not going to rant on here about it in depth, for the sake of those who feel passionately about this cause in opposition to my views) or check out this site - http://www.noonprop8.com/about or http://protectmarriage.com/about, two opposing sites with their general opinions on the proposition.

please realize that the fight is still ongoing...if you are willing to join in the cause, there will a number of nationwide rallies protesting prop 8 on november 15th at 10:30 pst. /1:30 est. i know i am going to be doing my best to get down to the austin city hall for this. don't let discrimination continue.

http://www.jointheimpact.com/?page_id=2


euthanasia is also now legal in washington (it already was in oregon)...who knew? all kinds of shit went down at the polls....so we as americans can approve of assisted suicide, but not gay marriage? at least gay marriage wouldn't be hurting anyone...

he's writing his name in water

finished wonder boys by michael chabon in the early hours of this morning, and i just spent all of the downtime during my shift to type up my favorite lines and selections on my phone, so here you are.

i love his descriptions, but i only included those which i found at least mildly relevant. please be warned that some of these passages are riddled with drug references.


this is in my opinion why writers-like insomniacs- are so accident-prone, so obsessed with the calculus of bad luck and nissed opportunities, so liable to rumination and a concomitant inability to let go of a subject, even when urhed repeatedly to do so.

i also felt that i loved emily, but in the fragmentary, half-narrative way you love people when you're stoned.

and yet for all that i still had never gotten used to the breathtaking impermanence of things.

after a moment we parted, and i looked at her face, freckled and pale and alive with the look of disappointment that often haunts the difficult faces of redheaded women.

when she danced she kept her eyes closed and described solitary, interlocking circles across the floor, so that there were moments when i felt that she wasn't really dancing with me at all, but simply employing me as a kind of fulcrum, a hub on which to hang the whirling spokes of herown private revolutions.

...his gait unsteady, his arms enfolded so tightly around the bones of a heloless young angel that it was impossible to say if she was holding him up or if, on the contrary, he was dragging her down.

i looked out at the morning with a caffeine quiver of hope in my spine and at the tips of my fingers.

it allowed her to pass for stoical when she was petrified, and for mysterious and aloof when she was so filled with self-doubt that she bought presents for other people when it was her birthday, and framed most of her conversation in terms of apology and regret.

to one degree or another the obsession, like all obsessions implied a certain windy emptiness within.

there was nothing in them it was an empty gaze, a hole in the fabric of the world.

they had dared one another into taking this leap like children balanced on the railing of a bridge.

[it] had been enough to trouble the edges of everything with a woozy shimmer of indeterminacy.

it struck me that the chief obstacle to marital contentment was the perpetual gulf between the well-founded, commendable pessimism of women and the sheer dumb animal optimism of men, the latter a force more than any other responsible for the lamentable state of the world.

while the coffee was brewing i drank a tall glass of orange juice, to which i added two tablespoons of honey, on the theory that an increase in my blood sugar, along with a massive dose of caffeine, would eliminate the last traces of my hangover. pot for the nausea and the heaviness of heart, vitamin c for the cell structure, sugar for the depleted blood, caffeine to burn off the moral fog; it was starting to come back to me now-the whole praxis of alcoholism and reckless living.

all mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be

all the habits of the patient, both mentally and bodily, are still in our favour.

keep everything hazy in his mind now, and you will have all eternity wherein to amuse yourself by producing in him the peculiar kind of clarity which hell affords.

once you have made the world an end, and faith a means, you have almost won your man, and it makes very little difference what kind of worldly end he is pursuing.

i gather that the middle-aged couple who called at his office are just the sort of people we want him to know-rich, smart, superficially intellectual, and brightly sceptical about everything in the world.

well it seems like we can never catch a break

i just found out my dad never told my mom about my little klonopin incident...which blows my mind. i can't imagine how she would treat me if she knew...she thinks i'm unstable enough as it is.



...just, wow. that's all.

reasons like seasons, they constantly change

when i stepped out the door today, i immediately reached for my sunglasses - the sun was already so high in the sky, it was blinding. it amazing how light can mimic hope on days like today. not a mile down the road, however, and even the weather was conflicted. bursts of light spread through the cracks of the increasingly gray and sullen sky, energizing while they lasted but overpowered by the hesitant downpour of rain on my windshield. just enough drizzle to merit some recognition, but not enough to wipe away in one fell swoop. it gets under your skin, into your very being...just enough to leave you uneasy inside. settle into the haven of the parking lot, and step after step the wind comes and goes - what change will it bring? one step forward, or one step back?

my mind wanders off from time to time,
sometimes i convince myself
that all is fine in the world
it's not mine, why should i have to try
to fix things i didn't create or contrive?

it is amazing to me how naive individuals truly can be. i cannot wait for today to be over, and i truly wish that people cared this much on any other day of the year. there is so much debate, so much controversy and people go into arguments with their minds closed and memories set to selective. someone who supports mccain-palin will bash obama's inexperience yet believe that palin is the best thing since sliced bread, and vice-versa.

people are not looking at the greater scope of issues or just regurgitate what the media has told them. let's not attack palin's family...because her priorities aren't relevant, right? wrong. let's attack obama for inexperience, but believe in someone whose only experience is running a state smaller than the city of memphis. no one is perfect, but leading yourself to believe that who you want in office is perfect....you are gravely mistaken. there is no perfect choice, but there is a choice that is not fueled by deceit.

and even at the end of the day, if our new president and vice president turn out to be nothing more than figureheads, who do you want representing our nation? someone who is globally respected and will earn our nation that respect it deserves - for living up to our own standards we supposedly pride ourselves on for being forward-thinking and revolutionary - or someone who will do uneducated, middle america religious fringe-worthy individuals proud? please, please, please don't get me wrong. i am not saying that people who support mccain are uneducated or ignorant...but mccain fucked himself over by picking palin - and there are plenty of influential republicans who agree. it is a package deal - obama and biden or mccain and palin, we do not get to pick and choose...or get to selectively ignore half of who you are voting for. what little respect america has been able to salvage on the global front, which is next to none my friends, will be shot to hell if mccain and palin are put into office. we already have so much going against us...why are we going to do this to ourselves?

i was getting my nails done during the five o'clock news, and you could hear everyone holding in their breath whenever the polls were mentioned. you can feel the tension sink into your chest, like one wrong move and we will all wake up from this dream. i only hope that i will not find myself living in a nightmare come tomorrow.

give me something to believe in.



now old cassettes and cigarettes will be the ones to save you

i know a lot of people hate on starbucks, but i think this is great. being a former employee, you have to learn all about the company...and one of the big company policies, despite what you may think, is not to depend on advertising. they buy a decent amount of billboards to help inform drivers of locations, but in terms of tv commercials and the like, their policy is basically to stay away and depend on word of mouth.

i'm sure you are thinking about when you've seen a starbucks commercial, but with the exception of a campaign they did in the spring (i think it was for gazebo blend and iced coffees) the only other commercials their products have appeared in were for the doubleshots or bottled frappuccinos...which were paid for, not by starbucks, but by the bottling company.

what is the point of this little informative rant? starbucks won't pay for tv spots and advertising traditionally, but they will pay to show this commercial encouraging individuals to vote. not only that, they are advertising....just to give away free product. for all of the starbucks haters out there...find one other major corporation that 1 - doesn't advertise and then 2- pays for advertising to lose more money and support a social cause. i dare you.

the truth is hiding in your eyes

i honestly really like this song. i remember putting paramore on mix cd's my junior and senior year in high school....i'm not really a fan anymore, maybe a guilty pleasure kind of thing every now and again. this video is kinda bleh, but still....i like the song.


Decode from Paramore Spain on Vimeo.

thanks fbr_trash. i appreciate that you posted this before paramore communities.

note: the fact that an edwardandbella.net exists is one of the many things that is wrong with the world.

except on some rare celestial saturnalia of topsy-turvydom

excerpts from c.s. lewis' the problem of pain. it was extremely interesting and it really got me thinking. you should take the time to read at least the bold quotes.

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what we need for human society is exactly what we have - a neutral something, neither you nor i, which we can both manipulate so as to make signs to each other...matter, which keeps souls apart, also brings them together.

with every advance in our thought the unity if the creative act, and the impossibility of tinkering with the creation as though this or that element of it could have been removed, will become more apparent. perhaps this is not the 'best of all possible' universes, but the only possible one.

some comparison between the state of being and another can be made, but the attempt to compare being and not being ends in mere words. 'it would be better for me not to exist' - in what sense 'for me'? how should i, if i did not exist, profit by not existing?

on the one hand, if god is wiser than we his judgement must differ from ours on many things, and not least on good and evil. what seems to us good may therefore not be good in his eyes, and what seems to us evil may not be evil.

but since it is abundantly clear that i don't, and since i have reason to believe, nevertheless, that god is love, i conclude that my conception of love needs correction.

i do not think i should value much the love of a friend who cared only for my happiness and did not object to my becoming dishonest.

those divine demands which sound to our natural ears most like those of a despot and least like those of a lover, in fact marshal us where we should want to go if we knew what we wanted.

this is the conclusion of the whole matter. god gives what he has, not what he has not: he gives the happiness that there is, not the happiness that is not. to be god- to be like god and to share his goodness in creaturely response - to be miserable - these are the only three alternatives. if we will not learn to eat the only food that the universe grows- the only food that any possible universe can ever grow- then we must starve eternally.

one is the fact that for about a hundred years we have so concentrated on one of the virtues- 'kindness' or mercy- that most of us do not feel anything except kindness to be really good or anything but cruelty really bad.

the very act of confessing- an infinitesimally hypocritical glance- a dash of humour- all this contrives to dissociate the facts from your very self.

the emotion of shame has been valued not as an emotion but because of the insight to which it leads. i think that insight should be permanent in each man's mind: but whether the painful emotions that attend to it should be encouraged, is a technical problem of spiritual direction on which, as a layman, i have little call to speak.

they wanted to be nouns, but they were, and eternally must be, mere adjectives.

pain is inherent in the very existence of a world where souls can meet.

everyone has noticed how hard it is to turn our thoughs to god when everything is going well with us.

or as a friend of mine said, 'we regard god as an airman regards his parachute; it's there for emergencies but he hopes he'll never have to use it.'

let me implore the reader to try to believe, if only for the moment, that god, who made these deserving people, may really be right when he thinks that their modest prosperity and the happiness of their children are not enough to make them blessed: that all this must fall from them in the end, and that if they have not learned to know him they will be wretched.

the people never admire a man for doing something he likes: the very words 'but he likes it' imply the corollary 'and therefore it has no merit.'

when i think of pain- of anxiety that gnaws like fire and loneliness that spreads out like a desert, and the heartbreaking routine of monotonous misery, or again of dull aches that blacken our whole landscape or sudden nauseating pains that knock a man's heart out at one blow, of pains that seem already intolerable and then are suddenly increased, of infuriating scorpion-stinging pains that startle into maniacal movement a man who seemed half dead with his previous torments - it 'quite o'ercrows my spirit.'

my own experience is something like this. i am progressing along the path of life in my ordinary contendly fallen and godless condition, absorbed in merry meeting with my friends for the morrow or a bit of work that tickles my vanity today, a holiday or a new book, when suddenly a stab of abdominal pain that threatens serious disease, or a headline in the newspapers that threatens all destruction, sends this whole pack of cards tumbling down. at first i am overwhelmed, and all my little happinesses look like broken toys. then, slowly and reluctantly, bit by bit, i try to bring myself into the frame of mind that i should be at all times.

if we think of time as a line- which is a good image, because the parts of time are successive and no two of them can co-exist; i.e., there is no width in time, only length- we probably ought to think of eternity as a plane or even a solid. thus the whole reality of a human being would be represented by a solid figure.

in all discussions of hell we should keep steadily before our eyes the possible damnation, not of our enemies nor our friends (since both these disturb the reason) but of ourselves. [this] is not about your wife or son, nor about nero or judas iscariot; it is about you and me.

' i reckon,' said st paul, 'that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us.'

if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself- you would know it.

it is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want.

you may have noticed that the books you really love are bounded together by a secret thread. you know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words; but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life

even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of- something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through. . .are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain at best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you were looking for, watching for, listening for?

as our earth is to all the stars, so doubtless are we men and our concerns to all creation

their vision fails them and they cover their eyes from the intolerable light of utter actuality.

the frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say 'my tooth is aching' than to say 'my heart is broken.'