I have the biggest crush on Imogen...

So I've, yet again, reached this transitional time of the year, and, as with every year, the same lovely aura tinges the air. The ancients viewed this period as one of great importance and who am I to disregard the obvious electricity all around? I am not a terribly sociable person, as you may well know, but at the moment I am craving company. I have much I would like to discuss and confess, but it looks as if I'll have to wait until tomorrow. Oh ladeeda ladeeda I do believe in "magic".

Language is such an interesting concept. That nature and culture correlate, well it just leads to such an insight on the human mind. Take the word "magic" for example, in the context with which I used it. It could be metaphorical, or perhaps I'm religious and believe in it literally. This is something about religion that baffles me. Take, for example, any religious text. Whoever is reading the text and drawing meaning it from it could be doing so in a several different perceptions. Infinite, perhaps. Also, the text has been altered so many times throughout history. It has been told, written, rewritten, translated, altered for political purposes, etc. For those who believe in such things literally, how is it that you determine what is "truth"? Do you merely pick and choose? Why don't you cross reference? I really am, very curious, and I hope someone out there will give me their opinion. Rant Rant Rant

P.S
I am not attempting to debunk the idea that religion holds truths. I believe that the spirituality itself is what holds more truth than that with what you hold the spirituality for. I am a firm believer that truth is, and should be, that which humans should ultimately strive for. I just don't feel that this "enlightenment" is attributed to some demiurge, but rather, the entire all encompassing fabric of, well, everything. If anything, I find that religious texts are metaphorical, and unveil beautiful secrets.

While blending my concealer into my eye area only a moment ago, I noticed a pesky streak of white that would not seem to blend. Dwelling on it a bit, I realize that this same streak has caused me trouble before and is in fact, not concealer at all but a scar. A scar that's been staring me in the face for god-knows-how-long waiting to be recognized. A scar that I've dismissed as a mere smear of synthetic perfection. How well do I know myself, in all reality?

My past has been riddled with regrettable choices due to my unnecessary tendency to worry without reason in the earlier years of my youth. Anxiety filled my heart on a daily basis resulting in a censorship of my voice. I was desperately afraid of people seeing who I was. I would only allow a few filtered bits to flow through, the rest I would fill with common topic spoken among those I deemed "friends" who showed themselves to be no more than a user, sucking my sad scared rind dry day by day to satiate their own hollow lives. I forsook those bits of paper strung together and bound within colored shells or worn leather skins. Books. I ignored their outstretched arms reaching to coddle me slowly into yet another adventure. Those whispered words of inspiration and shepherds to determination. Beautiful alphabetic words. Perhaps one day I will twist my story into something worth consuming and paint through short strokes of fingers a story onto a digital parchment.

TONIGHT I FINALLY GET TO SEE WICKED! I HOPE IT'S AS GOOD AS THE BOOK!

My arms are like the twisted thorn
And yet there beauty lay;
The first of all the tribe lay there
And did such pleasure take;
She who had brought great Hector down
And put all Troy to wreck.

Goodbye Naxxramas!
( Awww the memories )

This is strange, but that, that is even stranger. Who's a stranger? Which is stranger!

I really dug this movie. Crazy bastards.

PLEASE FIND ME AN AUSTRALIAN CORGI

Had more of my half sleeve worked on yesterday. Had my first (and last) "elbow" experience. FUCK THAT. ouch.
1 more session I think (I hope) til this baby is complete. Recovery totally blows, esp. when it's where your arm bends.

I completely DESPISE my lit Prof., honestly, she is completely incompetent. So, I've decided to "challenge the course" and at least try and scrape by with a passing grade, seeing as how MY ENTIRE CLASS IF FAILING due to her extreme level of stupidity. Other than that, I am a bit stressed, overworked and completely unhappy in my personal life. Seeing as how I haven't been in awhile, I suppose you could say it's due time. It's pretty strange how in the years past I was a dating machine, and now that part of life has been completely on halt since March. This attributed to the fact that I haven't really hung out with anyone aside from Daniel since that time, who is my best friend and who also plays WoW with me. I am a recluse at heart, and to deny that and force myself in unwanted social situations just depresses. I am much happier alone.

I have not much to write on, unless you would like me to explain chemical composition and order. :) Or World of Warcraft.

Everything on my time, when I wish. Just like I like it.

This Halloween, I shall be masquerading as Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, and Daniel as Arthas/Varithamas. Hehe.



EEP WotLK!!!! NOVEMBER

I would​ stare​ at the wall whils​t takin​g a bath and repea​t over and over "I am reall​y here"​ until​ the feeli​ng of exist​ence and reali​ty of my prese​nce on this plane​ would​ overwhelm​ me.

As a teena​ger,​ this feeli​ng plagu​ed me negat​ively​,​ drivi​ng me to a sort of insan​ity,​ or rathe​r,​ fear and insec​urity​.​ Fear being​ the root of all evil.​

Now that I am older​,​ this feeli​ng,​ this reali​ty drive​s me to make a disco​very which​ may chang​e the view of life for manki​nd.​ Again​,​ do you see what I see?


At least I'll always have you.

Is it weird that I REALLY love these two as a couple?

I am longing to camp so badly. Though Texas is not ideally my first choice, I would much rather venture to New Mexico or Colorado. I need to see the purple/orange horizons only that portion of the country can bring. Keith is back in the States, he's been away for such a long while. It's nice to have someone whom I enjoy speaking with back. School begins next week and I've started applying to out of state-county colleges for next semester. I need out of this god-forsaken place. I will leap at the first chance I get.

I ADORE Autumn!!! I find it to be one of the most romantic times of the year, winter following. I am so so thrilled that in a month it will be upon us. All of the wondrous things in my life occur this time, then trail into Winter to create a magical time of year. I wonder what this year could hold? Excitement? Possibly a little adventure? A romantic rendezvous (har har)? Oh I feel so alive and fresh. An up time in my life and all due to nothing on the outside what so ever, merely myself. Oh sigh, I am off to stick my nose into a book and brew a cup of tea with some herbs I purchased earlier today.

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This, this is so utterly amazing, so thrilling! Such a drink of water, a breath of air. Never again, did I think! If I am correct on my current stance then the universe truly does work the way I believed. I pray I am! My face will surely crack soon from smiling so damn much.