| Whoa, I just was thinking about how I used to have a weblog that I wrote on a really long time ago and never bothered to check, so I looked and it's still here. Kinda weird. It's been nearly three years since I've bothered to say anything here. Fret not, I didn't become mute, I just starting writing elsewhere (youwantedthemusic.blogspot.com). Can't really say I miss this, though I know I'll feel the same about the one I write on now when I eventually stop writing there too. I can't even remember what sort of person I was three years ago.
I read that last entry that said I'd gotten my tongue pierced. It's funny cause that lasted about three months and then it was gone. Though the dent it left in my gums is still quite the same. As is the scarring on my tongue. No more piercings since that one though, just a bunch of tattoos. I guess I have 5 now. Or 5 and a half as I like to consider them. The phoenix on my right upper chest (3/2007) that I might have mentioned on here, the IX on my left forearm (11/07), the Hebrew word for trust on my right forearm (04/08), an Ouroboros on my left shoulder blade (07/08) and the words "Post tenebras spero lucem" on my right and left wrists (means ,"After darkness, I hope for light" in Latin). My next will be on the back of my left forearm and it will be a vine that twists in the words, "A heaven in a wildflower." I just have to save up the money.
In a brief history of my past three years, I won that conference hosting, hosted the conference, wrote a bunch (like, half of a book and several dozen poems and short stories), starting dating a guy, lived with him, got dumped, left school without graduating, moved back in with my mom and have since had a series of menial jobs, the current of which is as a night cashier/stocker at Hy-Vee.
It sounds bad, but things are getting better. I'm going to see the Red Sox this Friday and I'll be going to Cozumel via Miami and Key West in less that two weeks. So those things are pretty exciting.
Who knows if I'll ever come back. But you can always see what I'm up to at my normal blog. |
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| I got my tongue pierced. It's fun to play with. The end.
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| I feel so little. So small. I wonder what's out there for me. This
little world around me is closing in and there's no where to go but
out. Digging through to China or...shotting off into the stars.
Somewhere new. I don't know what I am trying to say. But something
needs to be said. Everything seems so...unimportant. All the little
things never add up to something big. Maybe I'm confused. Or scared. Or
maybe I'm just fine and someone is waiting for me to figure that out. I
don't like this game. Life isn't a game anymore; it's life. Anyone have
a map?
Songs to consider:
Empire State (Guster) |
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| Still looking for those pink stripes. I'll be sure to add them just in time to make a presentation video for a bid for a conference we want to bring to school. That'll impress the suits (though I had the stripes during the last business conference I went to and everyone thought they were a hoot). Yay, I said hoot.
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| I want to put pink stripes back in my hair. I misses them.
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