Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.
- Christopher Morley



The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to your door.

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you've never known
The many ways I've tried.

And still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago (ohhh)
Don't keep me waiting here (don't keep me waiting)
Lead me to your door. (yeah yeah yeah yeah)


Couldn't be happier

As I sit here in my office listening to classical music blasting from an instructors office across the hall, starting a light plot that's due to my advisor by 10am tomorrow I realized I had a damn good day.
How luck I am to:
be alive
be doing theatre
have enough money to pay bills
share a banana split with two good friends after a huge meal at the diner.

Through the stress of everyday and the finals week crunch I have to remember that life is good and I should enjoy it. Even in these little moments.


thank you

Today would have been Dad's 60th birthday and this is the best I can describe how I feel about it...

how bout getting off these antibiotics
how bout stopping eating when I'm full up
how bout them transparent dangling carrots
how bout that ever elusive kudo

thank you < daddy>
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence

how bout me not blaming you for everything
how bout me enjoying the moment for once
how bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
how bout grieving it all one at a time

thank you < daddy>
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence

the moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

how bout no longer being masochistic
how bout remembering your divinity
how bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how bout not equating death with stopping

thank you < daddy>
thank you providence
thank you disillusionment
thank you nothingness
thank you clarity
thank you thank you silence

Doesn't mean I'm not taking my klennex box to bed with me.


Productive Day

So, the frustrating part of productive days is paying bills. I really dread these days of having a stare down with my checking account. It frees me up to not worry about payments for another month so it's a necessary evil. I'm glad most of my bills are now in mid month instead of 2 years ago when they all where in the beginning of the month and I started out my month with a small amount of money left over. It made me bitter and angry and not want to go out since I know I can't afford it. AT&T is making me pissed off more than it should but that brings me to the better part of productive days like this.

Dance breaks

Pop on the ipod and find the comfy headphones. I'm gonna be rocking around my room while I cross off my TO DO list and write checks. I look ridiculous but only Chase.com knows this and we get together about once a month to get into the groove. Without this ritual I think I might murder some one while I pay my bills. I mean really, how can you get psycho about a phone bill when you're listening to Usher? Don't judge, the kid's got a good voice.

And if things go well, I'll be window shopping on heels.com.
And if things go badly, I'll be window shopping on heels.com

Although I'm feeling the need to drool over some Dior lately.

If there was a doubt that I'm in the wrong field, just look at my web browser history.... LED pars and Christian Dior.

Glad I'm finally feeling secure and at home enough to have a kick ass day alone!


A hug from Danny

I miss him and it's hard without him but we can do it.


Socks and earrings

When I was little I used to watch Punky Bruster in the afternoons and wonder what I could do to be that cool. It started with the bangs and scrunchies. Then came the loud 90's spandex clothes and ridiculous accessories. But something I always had before Punky made it popular was the mis matched socks. To this day, I still do not own a pair of plain white socks (I blame most of this obsession on my Mom, she's always sending me holiday socks, I guess that's her way of mailing me a hug).
Last night after a particularly bad nostalgia night at the bar I had one more beer than I meant to and lost an earring somewhere. I was getting ready for bed tonight and glanced over at the loner still sulking on my dresser and started to wonder if I could mis match earrings like I did socks...
There's nothing particularly wrong with not being perfectly symmetrical, in fact the human body isn't so why should our clothing or accessories be? Who is going to notice? or care? It'd be good conversation and frankly I think it's meant to be.

Just because you lost part of your pair doesn't mean you are worthless, just that you're purpose has changed. Instead of being half of a whole, you're unique. Maybe you'll find another piece that compliments you well but doesn't fit quite as well as the original but who needs to be perfect?