Thursday, February 4, 2010

Sampson.

Sampson.
The strength.
That skin.
Your arms.
Oh to be...
your stunning,
bride.

Sampson.
Your hair.
Glistening!
Like sun.
Oh would,
that it...
were mine.

Gutted like a fish, bleeding like a period, impervious like diamond.
I thought about starting a new blog, because I always lose count of how many people I've told about ones that are supposed to be secret, or people look, and people find, and then I don't know what I should and shouldn't say. Not that I like censoring myself, but you know what they say about little pitchers. Or something about rarely hearing anything good about yourself if you go listening with your ear to the door. I kind of like the way this computer looks right now, but only for this. I switched to Windows 7 and now, the font on my page, the pages themselves, are huge. They take up so much space that the simplest effort online requires scrolling.

I scroll, you scroll, lets keep going.

I shouldn't take advice from people anymore. People telling me to quit being me, to go against my ethics, and to be the bigger person. It did nothing for me, as I suspected, as I expected. If you go looking for something new from someone who has ritualistically acted the same way in every argument, you are definitely not going to be surprised. Its going to be the same. I used to fret back and forth about whether I was hard-hearted, whether I was taking something too far, but to see it turned around, the whole reason why, to be made into their own, it was like they shot an arrow at me and somehow they decided it was they who got impaled by its sharpness. Realizing that actions of course always deal out repercussions, I didn't expect it to become worse than it already was. You know, but I thought it could be better.

I guess not. I've been wrong before.

This winter is getting to me now, I'm ready for the action of summer when I can go somewhere and when I can be alone outside of my home. Not that I'm alone all the time, but I've always valued my 'me time.' Being single for so long, I know who I am, I don't need someone else's approval for an idea, or even an allowance to do what I consider my basic freedom. I'm very set in my ways. My brother shocked me the other day on the phone by saying he figured he is going to be single forever. I wanted to tell him that he has to carry on the family name, because I sure as Hell am not going to do so. I bit back the remark, because we aren't the types of people who speak in that sort of nature. Sometimes I think my relationship with my brother is very general. In ways I wish that could change, but I'm also wary about my privacy. And isn't it funny that I worry so much about my father's namesake? I really do.

I've been thinking about my mother a lot lately, I've been spending a lot of time with her too. Tomorrow we are going to lunch. I think I've reached a point, even if we had a tumultuous past, of total forgiveness. Who else has carried me through this mess? Certainly none of my friends. I ask people or tell them what happened and its like a switch shuts off. I get blasé responses, changes of subject. My mother has been a comfort because I think she understands me and she understands the situation.

I'm thankful for her, and I owe her so much. I think about the loneliness that is going to happen when she passes away, and I don't know how people deal with it. How do you deal with a parent dying, even naturally? I can't begin to imagine.

Anyway, I'm not going to talk about it anymore, because first, I wrote a post and deleted it immediately after getting a shitty comment. So it seems that all you can have is nothing but cotton candy on blogs, especially ones so out in the open like this one. I don't think this one will continue on in the same vein. I'm going to go back to my old one where I can private entries. I thought when I signed up for this that you could, but either I haven't found the button, or it just isn't an option. It isn't a goodbye so much as a changing of my shirt.

I think this is one of the best live performances I've ever seen. I've watched it so many times, and its so relevant for me right now. People are into all these new bands, and myself too, but I think eventually it is going to be cool to get into people that are really talented like this. I'm not a super fan, but I think she writes some really brilliant things, and anyone that can sing like that live is incredibly talented. Its the ending that blows me away.



That being said, this journal is dead, off with its head!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sigh.

Gee that was really funny.

Friday, January 8, 2010

A Formal Letter

Dear Lesbian Stalker,

Please stop stalking me, okay? It is really weird. I mean, it is getting to be especially weird. I know we started off on a weird foot, but I'm pretty sure I ended it pretty clearly, and you need not keep plopping down next to me in the bar and forcing me into conversation. I really thought you were going to try and ruin my New Year's Eve, but I realized you just ruined it for yourself. Me? I had a great time! What a swell night, with my friends and all.

So please kick yourself in the teeth and leave me alone.

Sincerely and with no regrets,

Me!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

You Know What?

I changed EVERTHING. And now everything is fucking amazing.

That is a secret code for those who know, which is like two people.
And I don't even know they read this, really.

So Sunday is the start of a brand new band. Its going to be Blast Yr Fucking Speakers, with Adam, Matt Jones, Jon Z, and myself. I'm hoping the practice on Sunday goes well, as its going to be totally a new endeavor for me. I always worry about working with new people. I felt a little bit of stage fright when Jon and Adam came over yesterday, but that might have been because Alicia was there, and it felt kind of weird just doing something that didn't include her at all. Either way, it was nice just to play with our machinery and see what we can make work.

All I know, is that its going to be the ultimate dance party band. Adam wants it so the music never stops and that its a consistency between songs of some sort of beat. I like the idea. He said, "Basically everything that SoBM and DDB didn't do." Past tense. Hmm.

My lips are really chapped and I'm not anywhere near my Burt's, so I've been suffering thus far for about 7 hours. Note to self, always have a handy tube nearby.

Going to the bar is awkward to say the least lately. I feel like daggers are being stuck into my back by too many eyes. There is nothing I can do about that, nor do I really care. I just know I don't deserve that, and truthfully, would rather have that sort of mitigated attention from that certain person than have a conversation with them. Thank God for small favors.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Change is A Comin'

This blog is getting too blargh.


Let's throw a ray of sunshine in here, lets yes? Lets make it sparkle.






Are you guys getting ready for the apocalypse? I am. I've started stockpiling cans of corn. If there is one thing, in this land of plenty and especially in ohio where cornfields are just outside the city, I'm gonna need corn. Those horsemen are not going to wait for me to boil it in a pot, and add salt. You just microwave the corn and you're set. Then you follow them into the pits of Hell.




Speaking of pits of Hell, one thing that drives me crazy at work is how all my coworkers eat my food. I'm gonna have to put my foot down pretty soon. I mean, I have, but I think I do it too nicely. Its like, yes I brought a bag of black corn tortilla chips to work, but those are for my SOUP later, and I don't want your grimy paws all inside that bag. HANDS OFFFFF. Like for instance, today I brought some cherry cheesecake I made, and I said to everyone, "Hit that up if you'd like some." But I also had some garlic and cheddar bread, which is effin' expensive, 6.50 a loaf, and everyone is all, "Ooooh we'd rather eat that." No. That is for my ham sandwich later. Jesus.

Speaking of, its time for ham sandwichhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Hello!

and welcome to my 47th post. I do like the number 47. It feels like a very complete, yet awkward number. Just because the seven is so pointy, but the four is so even. You follow me?

Here's what I was just thinking: When she started acting like she was entitled to something, that is when it became a failure. The fact that she thinks I owed her something, or like, the fact that what we were doing made her have some sort of power over me, no. I have to be in control in a situation like that. Much less forcing the hand? Sitting next to me and confronting me about the stupidest thing ever? I could care less you were at the bar, I was hanging with my friend from out of town. I told her in a text that I was busy. Just because we are in the same room, doesn't mean we're best buddies. I know a lot of people there, and you're just one of them.

I'm not saying that it was a big thing to fail, or that it was going anywhere, but the situation itself just collapsed in on itself. I'm a bit old for mind games, and jealousy, and overt attempts for attention. I'm maybe too single to even mess around with someone. I just need so much space its crazy.

Its cozy.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

ridiculous
ridiculous
ridiculous
ridiculous

tonight was.

it was nice to see vanessa. I like looking at her but its hard to coin our old friendship, because she has been living in another city, and its hard to drop back in after so many months of not kindling that very friendship. I mean, I still love her and she's my friend, I just feel a bit awkward around her. I'm sure I will get over that, its just a means of catching up with her.

Otherwise, knife to the gut for everything else, and fucking heart burn anger.