Change is for the best.

Upwards and onwards.

Not so much...

<td align="center"> Rachael --
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Sexually stunning

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Soundtrack of your life: Open up your music player and set it to shuffle. For each line/question hit the next/forward button. Say what song is playing for each line. No cheating.

Stolen from the Lizzard.

1. Opening Credits: “Come Together" by the Beatles. (Rawr!)
2. Waking Up: "Let Go" by Frou Frou
3. Falling in Love: “Breathless" by Better Than Ezra (Very fitting...)
4. Fight scene: “Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve (Love this song, but... no?)
5. Breaking up: “The Ghost of You" by Placebo (This is... far too fitting. And was actually the song I last drowned myself in during a nasty break up...)
6. Looking Back On Your Life: "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service
7. Getting back together: "At the Stars" by Better Than Ezra (Love this...)
8. Secret Love: “Heartbeats” by Jose Gonzalez (Everyone needs this song, and it fits.)
9. Life's okay: “Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol (Fits!)
10. Mental breakdown: “Bright Lights" by Matchbox 20 (Not really.)
11. Partying: “Rockstar” by Nickelback (LMAO Tommy and I have drank to this song.)
12. Long night alone: “Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry (Gryphy would like this.)
13. Final Battle: “Comfort Eagle" by Cake (LOL!)
14. Death Scene: “Night of Nights" by Live (This is kinda cool.)
15. Ending Credits: “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots pt. 1" by the Flaming Lips (Fuckin' hilarious.)

An' there ya go. =)

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Bordome has taken hold.

I've met someone. He's amazing. Intelligent, caring, sweet, intense, passionate...

I'm just amazed. Things are incredibly natural and comfortable between us. There's no other way to explain it. There's alot of things between us that I just can't even attempt to explain to anyone else. Words fail.

The funny thing is that I wasn't even looking. It hit me right between the eyes and made me look up, slightly dazed and confused. Having been hurt so badly, and played for a fool, I wasn't willing to put myself and my heart back on the line. Well, I didn't even see the line and I somehow managed to cross it again.

Again... words fail. Just know that I am happy.



My face hurts from smiling.



I need to stop. It's almost sickening.

Or would be, if I wasn't so damned happy.

“Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.” - Steve Jobs

Today came in a breath of fresh air.

Cleansing, is my vocabulary word of the day.

Clean room, clean clothes. Clean space.

New glasses and contacts. Entirely too much money... but my glasses are cute as hell.

I've lost some weight somewhere along the line. Some shirts are fitting more loosely than they once did. Can't hide the fact that I'm happy about that. I'm just being smarter about what I eat, and eating smaller portions. Nothing earth-shattering.

My new boss is amazing. No, really, I mean it. He's awesome.

The 4th of July party at Chris' house was very nice. Relaxed time with friends and burgers. What more could a gal want. Turns out my parents' thing turned into a lunch thing, but I worked until the afternoon, so I wouldn't have made it anyways. I do appreciate the number of times Matt left me messages about it. He's too cool.

Beyond all that, I've just spent a nice day doin' a few errands and takin' care of business.

I'm glad to find that not every day has to be crazy.

Musings.

I think my favorite class, out of all of high school, had to have been my Shakespearian lit. class. Mr. O'Toole was an amazing teacher, and appreciated the feedback I gave in class. He and I would often drift to the side after class and discuss what we had done for the day, or he'd give me snippets of Shakespeare's sonnets and plays to read.

He one day told me that all I needed was a "Complete Bill," and my library would be complete. I pondered for a moment, and then laughed. A book. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

Too true. As I look up at this lovely leather bound book atop my desk, I can't help but pause and think of Mr. O'Toole. Here's to you, teacher mine, and here's to you, 'Bill.'

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Hiding in my room.

This party is amazingly loud and annoying. Good thing I like her.

Off to bed soon. Feeling tired and lethargic, yet restless.

Was wanting to post something of import, or relevance, and it's just not going to happen.

I've been working on some poems and assorted other writings for deviant art. Posting them soon when I feel they're up to par.

Money stress. Oil change, rent, cell, need new glasses... that alone will cost me so much. So very much. Hours are picking up again at work. And by 'picking up' that means no more 45 hour weeks - 55 last week, and more to come. Blah. Hate this job. It pays the bills for now.

Anything else? Not really.

Hi mom. Thanks for reading.

Blah. Amanda's throwing a party tonight. I want nothing to do with it. Love the girl dearly... but loud, annoying anything... isn't so appealing.

Worked all day. Tired.

Curling up with a book sounds so very nice right now.

Hmm...

Not much else.

What a crappy day it was outside.

Spent some time with Grant, had coffee and good times. Love the fairy.

Room is in shambles, but almost alllll the laundry is done. Thaaaaaank Gawd.

Pondering. Wondering.

Posting because there's nothin' better to do.

Sleepy.

Day off. It's only 9AM, and I'm awake... why?

Need to do laundry. But don't wanna. But really need too.

Ah well.

Why are all my days off really crappy, weather-wise?

Super-bouncy-zany-happy about the Opera. Two more days until. Huzzah!

I don't get why people think I'm overly attached to Dave. I don't like him like that. At all. He and I had this discussion at work yesterday. His not-so-much girlfriend, who he's not sure is his girlfriend anymore, asked him about me too. She read my blog on myspace of our beach day, and was all "I think she likes you." Not so. He's my brother. I'm just excited to have someone like that in my life. I've never had an older sibling. I am the older sibling in my family. So... yeah. He agreed with me. It's cool. We're cool.

I won't act on other feelings I have, as far as liking someone. Can't. Won't. Not really looking for something at the moment.

I've got too much on my mind today. It doesn't help that it's gray and yucky outside. All I can do is sit around and brood.

Lookin' around, I'm wondering how a can of Bush Light got on my dresser. ??? I don't drink that. That's Jer's poison... and he hasn't been in here for god knows how long.

Meh.

I feel accomplished. Got plenty of things done today, all after pulling an ass-crack-of-dawn shift at work. I can't believe that it's 10:30ish and I'm still with it. Alright, so my eyes are a little tired, and my shoulders hurt like hell... but I'm not sawin' logs j'st yet.

The house looks pretty.

Now if only I could shape up my room to match. Without having to get up from this snuggly chair.

I need to do laundry.

I need sleep.

The bed looks rather nice, but I know it's going to be freezing cold, and I will wake in the early morning to a cat licking my face.

So it goes.

Opera is coming up. I'm excited.

You've made me very happy the past few nights.

You know who you are.

Even just hangin' out, watchin' stuff, and snugglin'. That's enough for me.

And yes, I do know you that well.

No bite! =X

I felt bad for having woken you at 4somethinginthemorning. But I really, really appreciate you lettin' me crash.

It's so odd, but I just felt... whole, last night. Something just clicked. It's as if I'm free. The past is the past. I'm done regretting. Done mouring. Done with all that crap.

Garbled thoughts. S'alright.

Upwards and onwards.

Over the bridge.

New on the horizon.

A friend I can feel actually, genuinely, compleatly comfortable around.

You're worth so much to me. Never forget that.

Your hair smelled nice too. What shampoo? lawl.

Mmkay. Bordome has taken hold. Off to find something to distract this rambling mind.

What's the beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of the end,
And the end of every place?

Last in life,
Second to death,
Never alone,
Found in breath,
Contained by earth,
Water or flame,
My grandeur so awesome,
Wind dare not tame,
Not in your mind,
Am in your dreams,
Vacant to Kings,
Present to Queens.

What am I?

(Rather enjoyed this one, wanted to save it. That is all. )

Are things in one's life always destined to be repeated?

Rambling thoughts.

Is love worth having? Or is solitude the smarter path?

Forcing yourself to fall out of love wounds deeper than words or blades.

I need to get out of here. Leave these country streets behind, strewn with childhood memories.

Youth's laughter ringing in my ears.

Purpose. I need to find it.

Or maybe I simply need to wander.

I like the word 'torpid.'

tor·pid (tôr'pĭd) adj.

1. Deprived of the power of motion or feeling; benumbed.
2. Dormant; hibernating.
3. Lethargic; apathetic.

Not really for the definition, though it's somewhat fitting.

I like the way it sounds.

Erin and I discussed the English language today at work. We listed off words we liked, simply based on sound.

Torpid, inane, syzygy, onomonopia, benign, and lots of others.

That's all.

"Be careful of your thoughts,
For your thoughts become your words.
Be careful of your words,
For your words become your deeds.
Be careful of your deeds,
For your deeds become your habits.
Be careful of your habits,
For your habits become your character.
Be careful of your character,
For your character becomes your destiny..."

- Unknown