Spider Woman

Twist and Shout

I didnt know the human body could do that. That move was mind blowing in person. How can one twist their body into a pretzel and then pull their body up out of the twist with such ease?

The women were completely under estimated in this competition. Also, there should have been a climb off between Angie Payne and Sasha DiGiulian. That would have been super exciting to see.

Everybody had to pay and pay

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Decisions to make.

Should I make this into a real blog and pursue a topic that is interesting and will draw readers?

But I was under the impression that the age of the Blog was coming to a close...


What could I discuss?
- vegan cooking
- travel
- reviews of vegan cookbooks
- you tube clips of cats and kittens
- no other ideas

Where is my Muse?!

I know who I am and I know my wants and needs, but I am still discovering what inspires me.

There have been various times in my life when small things have inspired me to take on various projects (the dirty wooden table and chair at a junk store was crying out for a new coat of paint and reupholstering, a book about the "millions of dollars at stake" in acting was just asking to be read aloud along-side the words of two characters in an Ellis novel, the awkward moment with a new acquaintance birthed a new superhero who's primary purpose is to rescue people from their own egos, etc.), but I've never experienced an "Ah, ha!" moment that informs and shapes my work.

The lack of inspiration is very frustrating.

I want something that will drive me. I want focus! I want something that fuels me and excites me. I want something to dream about at night. I want something that plagues me, causes insomnia and inspires late night fits of creativity. I’m so TIRED of being void of inspiration and focus. So bored.

Pictures on the Wall

I have these beautiful pictures to hang, but I can't bring myself to put the hammer to the wall. Where is a big strong man when I need one?

How unfeminist of me.

I Will, I Will, I Will, I Will Not

I will paint tomorrow.

I will tunnel my frustrations into something productive.

I will make something beautiful out of the mess in my head.

I will NOT eat my feelings.

Dante

Love and the gracious heart are but one thing,
as the wise poet puts in his poem;
as much can one without the other be
as without reason can the reasoning mind.
Nature creates them when in a loving mood,
Love to be king, the heart to be his home,
a place where Love inactive lies in wait
sometimes a longer, now a shorter time.
A worthy lady's beauty next is viewed
with pleasure by the eyes, and in the heart
desire for the pleasing thing is born,
and for awhile this beauty lingers there
until Love's spirit is aroused from sleep.
A man of worth with ladies does the same.

Translated by Mark Musa

fuck love

sex doesn't complicate anything.

love complicates everything.

Tears for Beers

I hate clear narratives. They leave so little up to the imagination. Emotional appeal, no thank you. I like intellectual stimulation from thought provoking text and images. I do not enjoy perfectly wrapped up narratives that provoke a cathartic experience.

May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please?

"Will the real Napoleon Bonaparte please stand up?"

Oh History Channel, your attempts at making jokes that reference pop culture are so...

cute <3.

you know the answer

Is it really necessary to ask "Oh, you didn't go out and see the movie last night? What did you do instead?" to someone who has just spent 24 hours with their significant other, who they happen to be seeing for the first time in a month? Come on. That is an akward question to ask. The answer is quite clear. What are they supposed to say when you answer? The truth?

"We watched Transformers" just seemed like the right thing to say.

I am that girl

Remember her? You know, the one I'm talking about.

The girl who wishes everyone could all get along like they did in middle school.
And wishes she could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat it and be happy.
And has lots of feelings.

Ya, that would be me.

(Has anyone noticed this is my second Mean Girl's reference?)

Speedy Gonzales

I am a runner. When trouble is ahead in any sort of relationship, I run. Fast.

I'm the girl who severs all ties with things I perceive as negative. If I had been popular in high school, I would have been that mean bitch that made your life a living hell by completely cutting you out of my life and making you feel invisible. Oh wait... Not being popular didn't stop me, I did that anyway... Seriously, I make Paige Michalchuk look like an amateur.

So why is it that I feel this strong urge to reconnect with those things that I once ran away from?

Could it be maturity? Me? Mature? Right...

Maybe guilt?

women

I am not graceful. I am not lady-like.

Im really quite awkward and crude.

I have braces, again. (Only on the bottom teeth, so they arent very noticable.)

And mean.

I do not know why anyone would find me attractive.

Words of Wisdom.

Michael Chekhov

audible.com is the shit

Today I got 6 new audio books with the 6 credits I earned on audible.com.

Wuthering Heights
On the Road
Crime and Punishment
Into the Wild
Diary
Dead Until Dark

I covered all my bases: American and European classics, a book based on a true story, a book that inspired an HBO series, a Chuck Palahniuk novel...

I also added another 100 books to my wish list. I really love audiobooks. Its kind of my religion.

two things.

weetabix with almond milk is amazing.

brayton is not allowed to use my computer ever again.

Whose House? Liv's House.

I am minutes, I repeat, minutes away from completing my last final of the semester!

I am so excited, that I cannot stop myself from celebrating before I have completed it.

I did not expect to finish this until tomorrow, so I am marveling in my ability to over exceed my expectations.

I have this urge to get in a jacuzzi and type into my blackberry the lesson I have learned about underestimating myself and sign off with "God is love."

let us go trolling

I found out what the word "troll" meant yesterday and today I heard it used more than once. I feel so behind on the times.

there is only fluff

there is nothing inside my head
except the theme songs to various television programs
and a few jingles