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rain, rain
Jul. 14th, 2002 12:31 amListening to my rain CDs, mmm, rain, love it. Rain and thunder, rolling thunder. Meh, not much to say. I've been in a somewhat queer mood. Must update website, will have that done TOMORROW! Or I will go insane and have to destroy something . . . wonder if we still have those building blocks, those should provide something to build and destroy.
It's interesting, I can zone out and focus on myself in the strangest places. Like I went to the Broadway Palm tonight with Ben, Amanda and Dave and during the perforance I managed to close everything out and, well, be.
Of course, being is a rather abstract concept. Being is something you do, something you are. It would be nice if we all could take more time to just be. For me, I suppose, being is drawing myself closer tot he innre me. The me that sometims curls in the corner, purring, waiting comfortably to be allowed to stretch her limbs. Ah, rain, nothing that tugs at me like it, except for possibly Sylt.
I should be asleep by now, neh, time. Hmm, must get Greg's address again, didn't realize that I only have the city, state, and zip because apparently the one I have in my palm is wrong so I haven't been able to ship the stein yet. If I get it tomorrow or early monday I should be able to ship it then.
Speaking of packages, my little yellow box isn't here yet, starting to make me nervous.
Wonder who else has washed their car (well, Mom's car) at 11.00 pm. Helped Mom today with that. I was somewhat amused by the prospect.
My bonsais are dying, garch! Maybe I need bigger pots, don't know, but I'm pretty sure they're gone. Maybe the third time will be the charm, neh. Might get a third kit in August if these guys don't make it. They probably don't like the heat.
We have geckos. There's a little one that was chilling out underneath our couch in the front room. Cute and small, about 3/4 the length of my pinky.
I can't believe I'm taller than Amanda. I'm not used to be taller than people, it kinda freaks me out, especially if I was shorter than them when I met them first.
g'night. The conductors of the trains in my mind seem to be especially enjoying themselves tonight and causing all sorts of chaos, it's a wonder that I can think straight. I envision my mind as two things, a vast network of railways and a large box. The railways more of my thoughts and the box my emotions. Together they create mass chaos and destruction within myself. I would still like to know and possibly maim the one that's responsible for the box. Narr. Stupid Employee Mode must DIE! Fill out an application for Petco on Monday. See if Mesa Photo is hiring. Yes, certainly Jamba has a great atmosphere and everything, but making flippin' smoothies is MONOTONOUS! I'll still eat there and everything, but, yeah. I don' wanna make smoothies anymore. Narr.
I seem to be drawing gryphons a lot, particularly Kywehn. Hmm, getting better with birds I believe. though I accidentally ended up with something like a pigeon when I tried drawing a parrot, neh.
Really, this is goodnight! I hop off now!
It's interesting, I can zone out and focus on myself in the strangest places. Like I went to the Broadway Palm tonight with Ben, Amanda and Dave and during the perforance I managed to close everything out and, well, be.
Of course, being is a rather abstract concept. Being is something you do, something you are. It would be nice if we all could take more time to just be. For me, I suppose, being is drawing myself closer tot he innre me. The me that sometims curls in the corner, purring, waiting comfortably to be allowed to stretch her limbs. Ah, rain, nothing that tugs at me like it, except for possibly Sylt.
I should be asleep by now, neh, time. Hmm, must get Greg's address again, didn't realize that I only have the city, state, and zip because apparently the one I have in my palm is wrong so I haven't been able to ship the stein yet. If I get it tomorrow or early monday I should be able to ship it then.
Speaking of packages, my little yellow box isn't here yet, starting to make me nervous.
Wonder who else has washed their car (well, Mom's car) at 11.00 pm. Helped Mom today with that. I was somewhat amused by the prospect.
My bonsais are dying, garch! Maybe I need bigger pots, don't know, but I'm pretty sure they're gone. Maybe the third time will be the charm, neh. Might get a third kit in August if these guys don't make it. They probably don't like the heat.
We have geckos. There's a little one that was chilling out underneath our couch in the front room. Cute and small, about 3/4 the length of my pinky.
I can't believe I'm taller than Amanda. I'm not used to be taller than people, it kinda freaks me out, especially if I was shorter than them when I met them first.
g'night. The conductors of the trains in my mind seem to be especially enjoying themselves tonight and causing all sorts of chaos, it's a wonder that I can think straight. I envision my mind as two things, a vast network of railways and a large box. The railways more of my thoughts and the box my emotions. Together they create mass chaos and destruction within myself. I would still like to know and possibly maim the one that's responsible for the box. Narr. Stupid Employee Mode must DIE! Fill out an application for Petco on Monday. See if Mesa Photo is hiring. Yes, certainly Jamba has a great atmosphere and everything, but making flippin' smoothies is MONOTONOUS! I'll still eat there and everything, but, yeah. I don' wanna make smoothies anymore. Narr.
I seem to be drawing gryphons a lot, particularly Kywehn. Hmm, getting better with birds I believe. though I accidentally ended up with something like a pigeon when I tried drawing a parrot, neh.
Really, this is goodnight! I hop off now!
