How to Read Hollysthoughts.com
Here's a few pointers for you guys about how to go about reading this here blog.
Point #1.
There are three different kinds of posts that seem to pop up around here. Let me explain.
Type 1 consists of short, stupid, extremely random thoughts that I had while out in the world sometime during that day/week/unknown amount of time. Either it was something I found ironic, something I found really hilarious, or, most likely, something I got really excited about.
Examples:
Department of Motor Vehicles
laaaaame
Blog Interrupted
12 Year Old Kid That Made Me Smile
Type 2 is what I call "FACTS:". Where, you guessed it, I list facts. About my life. Your life. Thing's I've seen. Stupid things. Important things. All sorts of stuff. Okay, and even if they aren't all "FACTS:" they're just a big jumble of random thoughts.
Some of my favorite "FACTS":
Facts of My Childhood
Randomness Enough For Last Few Weeks
Did you know... March
Type 3 are the serious ones. Now, these don't happen all that often, because basically I keep this a place of silly thoughts and entertainment, not deep thoughtfulness. But, such is life, and sometimes I want to share it. And sometimes, I DON'T want to share it, but I end up doing it because I get frustrated and the only way for me to work through it is to write it out. So... yeah. These I call my "RANTS." Because I'm usually frustrated about something that happened. These, however, are the posts I get the most comments on, and the best comments to boot. Maybe 1 in 10 or 12 posts are Rants.
Highly Rated Rants:
What I Hope My Words Say
The Mormon Vibe
Point #2: Don't take things around here too seriously. Yeah, it's meant to be light-hearted.
Point #3: 2010 was the best year for hollysthoughts.com. Going back is always good.
Point #4: Leave lots of comments. It's hard, I know, but I love them like a fat kid loves cake... oh wait, that's me....
Point #5: Yes, there really IS an Obese Cat in the "Life, your face, and an obese cat". His name is Diego, and he is my baby. He is mentioned in nearly every post, and although I aim to make him a favored part of the blog, I really don't think people like him. PSH. HE'S ADORABLE, PEOPLE! I don't get it.
Point #6. I also write a book review blog: darklightlullabye.com. Feel free to check that one out as well. I'm also on goodreads.com WHICH IS THE BEST SITE EVEEEEEEEEER (I try not to talk about it all the time, but truly I have a deep and endearing love for goodreads).
Point #7. I really enjoy having people actually read this stuff, like any blogger, really.
Point #8. If you ever have any questions about anything I ever write, whether it be about the Mormon thing, the school thing, the writing thing, the DIEGO thing... whatever, feel free to ask. I'm actually a pretty nice person. Maybe. I think.
Point #9: CHECK OUT THE FISH... if you click, you can feed them. I love these fish to death, I'm telling you, I could spend so much time sitting here...
7.27.2011
6 Random Thoughts
Random Thoughts for Today... and I mean, RANDOM:
#1. Nothing grosses me out more than brushing my teeth. I hate it beyond belief. Toothpaste is absolutely disgusting. Those 2-6 minutes spent everyday (depending on how many times I feel I can suffer through for that day) is pure TORTURE.
#2. Every night before I go to sleep, I put my hair in a ponytail. I find myself waking up, holding onto the ponytail. Yeah, I'm confused, too.
#3. Conversation with my mom while watching Wipeout the other day:
Mom: What is that, dirt water?
Me: ....You mean, mud?
Mom: There is a complete difference between dirt water and mud.
The things your mother teaches you.
#4. Dear Diego has to get these two tiny little bumps taken off his head by his ear, and one on his back. My mom informed me today just how expensive this NEW procedure will be, in addition to all his abcess draining surgeries he's had. She's now referring to him as "Expensive Butt." I think it has a nice ring to it.
#5. Pop's in Colorado for his every-other-weekly business trip, so you know what that means! Mom and Holly, on an epic adventure, of spending money, eating food we normally wouldn't eat, watching family-oriented movies (because that's basically where our taste lie), drinking ourselves silly with soda, and showering Diego with attention (that last one wasn't ever intential. It just sort of happens. Like, daily). So last night Mom and I went to the grocery store, making snarky comments (we both didn't want to go out, having had a fun "You go get dinner- no, YOU go get dinner- I'm not getting dinner, I was out doing errands all day-- I'm not getting dinner, I don't feel good-- Well, I'm the mother, and sometimes you just have to do things for me--- I don't feel those types of guilt--- *evil laugh* Oh honey, you better---" power-struggle coversation) and eventually getting lots of ice cream, peanut butter M&M's (Mom's appalled), cantalope, pepperoni, potato salad, and stuff to make 7-layer bean dip, which we ate for dinner last night (just the bean dip. Not everything else. Okay, maybe bits and pieces of the other stuff... but that's irrelavent). What we forgot? SODA. How can we have a Holly/Lori night WITHOUT SODA?!?! It cannot be done, I tell you. It. Cannot. Be. Done. It's like, leaving out the Family Movie party of the night (we watched Wipeout, which counts as a family show, if not a Disney movie).
#6. My grandpa and I both have fibromalagia: yup, that's the one that makes me sick all the time, you're right. Funny enough, it's this awesome bonding tool for me and my grandpa-- we share battle scars and war stories, and occasionally, his hot tub (it makes things feel all better), and NOW--- we share the same chiropractor! That was funny, let me tell you. I went yesterday, because he gives massages for fibro patients (you have to be super careful), and Grandpa always says that these make him feel like he's in heaven for the next few days, so I went to try it out. It was... strange.... sitting there, talking to this complete stranger, who knew all about my Grandpa, who I'm ridiculous fond of and protective of, comparing me and my issues to him... it was funny. And strange. But pretty awesome, if you think about it. Who gets to say that they practically live the same life as their Grandpa? HA! NOT YOU! Only me!
(that's him! blinded by the light of the camera... taken maybe three years ago at my production of Once On This Island at the BYU Theatre Workshop)
#1. Nothing grosses me out more than brushing my teeth. I hate it beyond belief. Toothpaste is absolutely disgusting. Those 2-6 minutes spent everyday (depending on how many times I feel I can suffer through for that day) is pure TORTURE.
#2. Every night before I go to sleep, I put my hair in a ponytail. I find myself waking up, holding onto the ponytail. Yeah, I'm confused, too.
#3. Conversation with my mom while watching Wipeout the other day:
Mom: What is that, dirt water?
Me: ....You mean, mud?
Mom: There is a complete difference between dirt water and mud.
The things your mother teaches you.
#4. Dear Diego has to get these two tiny little bumps taken off his head by his ear, and one on his back. My mom informed me today just how expensive this NEW procedure will be, in addition to all his abcess draining surgeries he's had. She's now referring to him as "Expensive Butt." I think it has a nice ring to it.
#5. Pop's in Colorado for his every-other-weekly business trip, so you know what that means! Mom and Holly, on an epic adventure, of spending money, eating food we normally wouldn't eat, watching family-oriented movies (because that's basically where our taste lie), drinking ourselves silly with soda, and showering Diego with attention (that last one wasn't ever intential. It just sort of happens. Like, daily). So last night Mom and I went to the grocery store, making snarky comments (we both didn't want to go out, having had a fun "You go get dinner- no, YOU go get dinner- I'm not getting dinner, I was out doing errands all day-- I'm not getting dinner, I don't feel good-- Well, I'm the mother, and sometimes you just have to do things for me--- I don't feel those types of guilt--- *evil laugh* Oh honey, you better---" power-struggle coversation) and eventually getting lots of ice cream, peanut butter M&M's (Mom's appalled), cantalope, pepperoni, potato salad, and stuff to make 7-layer bean dip, which we ate for dinner last night (just the bean dip. Not everything else. Okay, maybe bits and pieces of the other stuff... but that's irrelavent). What we forgot? SODA. How can we have a Holly/Lori night WITHOUT SODA?!?! It cannot be done, I tell you. It. Cannot. Be. Done. It's like, leaving out the Family Movie party of the night (we watched Wipeout, which counts as a family show, if not a Disney movie).
#6. My grandpa and I both have fibromalagia: yup, that's the one that makes me sick all the time, you're right. Funny enough, it's this awesome bonding tool for me and my grandpa-- we share battle scars and war stories, and occasionally, his hot tub (it makes things feel all better), and NOW--- we share the same chiropractor! That was funny, let me tell you. I went yesterday, because he gives massages for fibro patients (you have to be super careful), and Grandpa always says that these make him feel like he's in heaven for the next few days, so I went to try it out. It was... strange.... sitting there, talking to this complete stranger, who knew all about my Grandpa, who I'm ridiculous fond of and protective of, comparing me and my issues to him... it was funny. And strange. But pretty awesome, if you think about it. Who gets to say that they practically live the same life as their Grandpa? HA! NOT YOU! Only me!
Someone Has Answered A Question About You!
So, I was looking around on Facebook today, and found one of those "So-and-so---(someone you haven't talked to in a million years, of course)-- has answered a question about you!"
And, being bored, I decided to click on it, and see what "people were saying about me."
Seeing as it was mostly all my darling girls from YW in Temecula that I loved (and still curently do, of course), it was stuff like: Do you think Holly is cute? Yes. Do you think Holly has ever played beer pong? No. (Hahaha) Would you introduce Holly to your family? Yes. Do you think Holly has showered today, or should do laundry more often? Yes, no (respectively). Stuff like that. Answered nicely.
And THEN, there was: "Do you think Holly would key a car for revenge?" and all three people who'd been asked it said YES!
I was like, "WHAT?!"
Then....
"....well, yeah. There's a possibility."
Hahahahahahahahaha! Glad to know that people do see the inner demon in me :)
And, being bored, I decided to click on it, and see what "people were saying about me."
Seeing as it was mostly all my darling girls from YW in Temecula that I loved (and still curently do, of course), it was stuff like: Do you think Holly is cute? Yes. Do you think Holly has ever played beer pong? No. (Hahaha) Would you introduce Holly to your family? Yes. Do you think Holly has showered today, or should do laundry more often? Yes, no (respectively). Stuff like that. Answered nicely.
And THEN, there was: "Do you think Holly would key a car for revenge?" and all three people who'd been asked it said YES!
I was like, "WHAT?!"
Then....
"....well, yeah. There's a possibility."
Hahahahahahahahaha! Glad to know that people do see the inner demon in me :)
7.25.2011
Last Harry Potter Post... Maybe
Alright, one last Harry Potter post, and then I promise I'll be done. I just have some cool links and stuff I wanted to share because they're awesome...
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS.... I LOVE THESE ONES! ^^^
And this one ^^^, because it's really clever and cool and... musical. And the kid doing the beatboxing has the best facial expressions.
And... what I stole from some awesome person on goodreads.com...
"Top 13 Hallows Happenings that I Loved...
*spoiler alert*
13) Dudley says, "I don't think you're a waste of space."
12) Kreacher cleans the house and makes them soup after Harry is appreciative of him and gives him a chance to do something for Regulus.
11) Harry takes Moody's eye off of Umbridge's door, even though this causes panic and frenzy at the ministry and almost gets them caught.
10) The visit to Luna's rook-shaped house--especially seeing the loving portraits in her bedroom and Hermione's kick-ass escape plan.
9) Ron is in turmoil when Hermione is being tortured by Bellatrix.
8) Escape from Malfoy Manor--awesome! Fallen hero Dobby's last words are, "Harry...Potter."
7) Neville has become the leader of Dumbledore's Army while Harry's been away. He's got battle scars before the battle!
6)Harry performs the crucio because the Carrow spits on McGonagall.
5)Molly Weasley kills Bellatrix. "Not my daughter, YOU BITCH!"
4) All of Hogwarts is involved in the battle. Suits of armor march to battle, all the portraits are shouting tips and encouragement, Trewlawney gets Fenrir with a crystal ball!
3) Snape asks Harry to look at him as he dies so that Snape's last vision is of Lily's eyes.
2)James, Lily, Lupin and Sirius escort Harry through the forest safely and give him love and encouragement. Harry thinks he could stare at Lily forever.
"Yeah, JKR, ear ear! Job well done." "
-Montambeau
awesome, right?
Love You, Too
Don't you just LOVE IT when teachers change the time and date of youronline submission WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE, therefore not letting you turn in two chapters worth of work, take two tests, AND turn in your final, meaning that you fail the class?
LOVE IT.
Thanks, Mrs. P. Love you, too.
LOVE IT.
Thanks, Mrs. P. Love you, too.
7.19.2011
Harry Potter 7 Pt II Movie Premiere
So.... of course, I had to go to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II (the end of the whole movie series!), because, of course, I am a Harry Potter freak. But you already knew that.
And no, I didn't dress up. I would only ever dress up if I was, like, in Rexburg with all the other crazy college students, or if I was like 12 and with a group of friends who also dressed up.
This does not mean that I didn't proudly sport my "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" T-shirt. Because I most certainly did. I love that shirt.
So, I went to the theater down by the pier in oceanside with my uncle Kevin, and my cousins Jacob (11) and Shanna (also 20), and I was quite pleased, and entertained, to see that probably 80% of the people there were people my age, in their early twenties. I mean, think about it: I was in the 3rd grade when Harry Potter first came out--- I remember specifically getting the third book (hardback) for my 10th birthday (it was way exciting, let me tell you... I was so stoked). And that was when the BOOKS started.
So, essentially, I grew up with Harry Potter. It all started in elementary school for anyone around my age... so now at the close of the movie-version, of course I had to be there to commemorate the whole chapter of my life... or, you know, just because it's awesome.
BUT I TOTALLY WASN'T HAPPY WITH THE MOVIE. Really. I wasn't impressed with it.
This isn't to say that I hated it, because I didn't. I just didn't love it either. And, of course, Harry Potter movies are those types of movies that you're supposed to walk away with peeing your pants, totally out of breath because you're so excited that the movie was soooo goood. Didn't feel it this time.
Maybe it's because I'd JUST read the book, so I knew everything that was going to happen, and all the stuff that WASN'T in the movie... maybe that's why I wasn't rooted to my seat. Yeah, I think I would have liked it more if I hadn't just read the book, and hadn't known what was going to happen. Surprises are good. That would have been bettter.
But still.
So basically what I've seen: everyone who DIDN'T read the books were over-the-moon stoked with the movie. Everyone who DID read the books were so-so on how the movie turned out.
Anyways. I just want to go back and see it without the crazy crowd screaming at the screen and clapping and being overly animated, so I can just watch the movie and get absorbed into it. Maybe I'll like it better.
It had a lot more humor in it than I expected. Well, scripted humor.... There were a lot of scenes that were supposed to be serious that were done really bad, so everyone cracked up and laughed at it.
Funniest part of the night?
Walking with the masses of crowd into the theatre an hour and a half early.... two bored looking, teenaged ushers holding open the doors--- one turns to the other and says, "Dude. This movie is going to make more money in one night than you'll make in your entire life."
IT'S SO TRUE.
As Hermione says: "Right. Perspective."
And no, I didn't dress up. I would only ever dress up if I was, like, in Rexburg with all the other crazy college students, or if I was like 12 and with a group of friends who also dressed up.
This does not mean that I didn't proudly sport my "I solemnly swear I am up to no good" T-shirt. Because I most certainly did. I love that shirt.
So, I went to the theater down by the pier in oceanside with my uncle Kevin, and my cousins Jacob (11) and Shanna (also 20), and I was quite pleased, and entertained, to see that probably 80% of the people there were people my age, in their early twenties. I mean, think about it: I was in the 3rd grade when Harry Potter first came out--- I remember specifically getting the third book (hardback) for my 10th birthday (it was way exciting, let me tell you... I was so stoked). And that was when the BOOKS started.
So, essentially, I grew up with Harry Potter. It all started in elementary school for anyone around my age... so now at the close of the movie-version, of course I had to be there to commemorate the whole chapter of my life... or, you know, just because it's awesome.
BUT I TOTALLY WASN'T HAPPY WITH THE MOVIE. Really. I wasn't impressed with it.
This isn't to say that I hated it, because I didn't. I just didn't love it either. And, of course, Harry Potter movies are those types of movies that you're supposed to walk away with peeing your pants, totally out of breath because you're so excited that the movie was soooo goood. Didn't feel it this time.
Maybe it's because I'd JUST read the book, so I knew everything that was going to happen, and all the stuff that WASN'T in the movie... maybe that's why I wasn't rooted to my seat. Yeah, I think I would have liked it more if I hadn't just read the book, and hadn't known what was going to happen. Surprises are good. That would have been bettter.
But still.
So basically what I've seen: everyone who DIDN'T read the books were over-the-moon stoked with the movie. Everyone who DID read the books were so-so on how the movie turned out.
Anyways. I just want to go back and see it without the crazy crowd screaming at the screen and clapping and being overly animated, so I can just watch the movie and get absorbed into it. Maybe I'll like it better.
It had a lot more humor in it than I expected. Well, scripted humor.... There were a lot of scenes that were supposed to be serious that were done really bad, so everyone cracked up and laughed at it.
Funniest part of the night?
Walking with the masses of crowd into the theatre an hour and a half early.... two bored looking, teenaged ushers holding open the doors--- one turns to the other and says, "Dude. This movie is going to make more money in one night than you'll make in your entire life."
IT'S SO TRUE.
As Hermione says: "Right. Perspective."
7.14.2011
The Mormon Vibe
So, last night my friends as school discovered I was Mormon.
I was listening to the talk about how in middle school, one of them would take shots of tequilla before class. And, being the goody-goody girl that I am, I gasped, "Really? In middle school?"
Which then, eventually led to question: "You know, I mean, how old were you when you had your first drink?"
And, knowing it was one of those moments, I hesitated for a second, then smiled and said softly but confidently, "Well... never. I don't drink."
And instantly, she got this excited look on her face, and said, "Are you Mormon?"
Taken aback by her lack of skepticism, I charged on ahead with a happy, "Yeah."
"Ah," she replied, "I can tell. You've got that vibe."
And then I got to hear a very interesting story about how her sister was Mormon, but a "bad Mormon," to which I just laughed... until she finished the story with how her sister hooked up with a guy who was on his mission, and she got pregnant. "Um... yeah. That's like... really, really bad," I admitted.
And now, since he had been "to temple" and had "more covenants," he was back in Samoa and getting excommunicated. The sister wasn't... I didn't ask what happened to the "she got pregnant" part. Somehow I don't think I want to know. That's probably playing into the guy's excommunication, as well.
Anyways. On a happier note.
I wonder, exactly, what the "vibe" is. We hope it's that we shine with the light of Christ, and the happiness it brings (which it does)... but what do people see?
Do I have the vibe because I come across naive and innocent? Is it because I carefully avoid conversations about getting drunk with my friends last week? Or the way the strongest language I use is "Oh crap"? Maybe it was how when we talked about future families, I said I really wanted kids because I felt like a nuturer. Is it my happy-go-lucky nature, my enthusiasm and optimism (which also goes along with coming across naive and innocent)?
Somehow I don't think people always hold "the Mormon vibe" in a positive light. Not that I'm ashamed of it, not at all. I'm just sad that people look down on us because we're/I'm happy, thinking that we don't know pain and grief or anything about the real world, because we live in our own little bubble. Because it's not true. I may be naive about some things, but I know pain. I know misery. I've fought my own demons, demons most people don't even know about, most can't even imagine. I've sunk to the lowest low, been dragged to hell and back. Just because I'm Mormon and I'm "sheltered" from a lot of things (which isn't true... I've chosen to avoid things that I don't think would make my life any better) doesn't mean I haven't lived. In order to have light, you have to experience darkness. The only reason why I'm able to find true joy in life now is because I have known the opposite side. Maybe my problems weren't brought upon by getting myself in bad situations because I was drunk or doing drugs, or because I got pregnant on a one night stand and now have to be a single mom as a teenager. Maybe I didn't have to live through having neglective or alcholic parents. Choosing to live the standards of the church takes away a lot of those challenges. But I can promise you, nothing can take away the heartache and challenges that come with simply being alive. We have our agency for a reason. And whether I make a wrong choice and have to suffer the consequences, or am effected by someone else's bad decision that I had nothing to do with, bad things happen to me, too. To all Mormons.
I don't know. I guess I'm still peeved for not always being taken seriously just because I'm Mormon. Whatever. I love that I have the truth in my life, I'm grateful for all the blessings in my life, and I'm glad that I didn't have to go through my hard times alone: God was always there with me, helping me along.
So... there, I guess. Haha. That's all.
:)
I was listening to the talk about how in middle school, one of them would take shots of tequilla before class. And, being the goody-goody girl that I am, I gasped, "Really? In middle school?"
Which then, eventually led to question: "You know, I mean, how old were you when you had your first drink?"
And, knowing it was one of those moments, I hesitated for a second, then smiled and said softly but confidently, "Well... never. I don't drink."
And instantly, she got this excited look on her face, and said, "Are you Mormon?"
Taken aback by her lack of skepticism, I charged on ahead with a happy, "Yeah."
"Ah," she replied, "I can tell. You've got that vibe."
And then I got to hear a very interesting story about how her sister was Mormon, but a "bad Mormon," to which I just laughed... until she finished the story with how her sister hooked up with a guy who was on his mission, and she got pregnant. "Um... yeah. That's like... really, really bad," I admitted.
And now, since he had been "to temple" and had "more covenants," he was back in Samoa and getting excommunicated. The sister wasn't... I didn't ask what happened to the "she got pregnant" part. Somehow I don't think I want to know. That's probably playing into the guy's excommunication, as well.
Anyways. On a happier note.
I wonder, exactly, what the "vibe" is. We hope it's that we shine with the light of Christ, and the happiness it brings (which it does)... but what do people see?
Do I have the vibe because I come across naive and innocent? Is it because I carefully avoid conversations about getting drunk with my friends last week? Or the way the strongest language I use is "Oh crap"? Maybe it was how when we talked about future families, I said I really wanted kids because I felt like a nuturer. Is it my happy-go-lucky nature, my enthusiasm and optimism (which also goes along with coming across naive and innocent)?
Somehow I don't think people always hold "the Mormon vibe" in a positive light. Not that I'm ashamed of it, not at all. I'm just sad that people look down on us because we're/I'm happy, thinking that we don't know pain and grief or anything about the real world, because we live in our own little bubble. Because it's not true. I may be naive about some things, but I know pain. I know misery. I've fought my own demons, demons most people don't even know about, most can't even imagine. I've sunk to the lowest low, been dragged to hell and back. Just because I'm Mormon and I'm "sheltered" from a lot of things (which isn't true... I've chosen to avoid things that I don't think would make my life any better) doesn't mean I haven't lived. In order to have light, you have to experience darkness. The only reason why I'm able to find true joy in life now is because I have known the opposite side. Maybe my problems weren't brought upon by getting myself in bad situations because I was drunk or doing drugs, or because I got pregnant on a one night stand and now have to be a single mom as a teenager. Maybe I didn't have to live through having neglective or alcholic parents. Choosing to live the standards of the church takes away a lot of those challenges. But I can promise you, nothing can take away the heartache and challenges that come with simply being alive. We have our agency for a reason. And whether I make a wrong choice and have to suffer the consequences, or am effected by someone else's bad decision that I had nothing to do with, bad things happen to me, too. To all Mormons.
I don't know. I guess I'm still peeved for not always being taken seriously just because I'm Mormon. Whatever. I love that I have the truth in my life, I'm grateful for all the blessings in my life, and I'm glad that I didn't have to go through my hard times alone: God was always there with me, helping me along.
So... there, I guess. Haha. That's all.
:)
7.12.2011
Oh, Sweet Muses, I Missed You
I felt it again tonight.
The need to write. I felt it again. The feeling that no, I didn’t want to lay here and read this book. I didn’t want to read. I wanted to write.
It’s been so long since I’ve had this feeling, that I hardly know if I even have anything to say, but it doesn’t matter. I just need to write. I’d forgotten what muses felt like. The stream of consciousness, where my fingers fly and write at almost the precise moment I think. It’s elating, these words flying from my fingertips, the sound of the keyboard clicking and tapping as my thoughts spill out from my head into real live, written words instead of the phantom letters that float around in my skull. As easy as I breathe, the words now flow from my fingers. My words, my being, slipping from my fingers onto these simple keys, while the page in front of me lights up with ideas and imagination. I can hear the sound of my voice as I write, sounding more lyrical, and perhaps a bit more hopeful, than in real life.
It's been so long, it's almost foreign. The dam that cut off my mind from my fingers was getting more and more solid every day, and I had not almost, but truly had given up hope that it would ever come down. I thought it was fuzed to the inside of my mind, that the synapse had been snapped and could never find their way back together, no matter how much a prayed.
And then it happened. In the most peculiarly subtle and normal way, as if synapses simply connected together again and metaphoric dams, miles thick, vaporized every day. The stream of my consciousness reaches my fingers just fine now. My fingers no longer stand poised over the keys, my muscles aching, begging for the words in my mind to use them as a conduit to the keys of my computer.
I think thoughts, and as quickly as they come, my fingers tap and the thoughts show up as letters in Times New Roman font onto my computer screen, staring me back in the face.
It's magic, I swear.
I couldn't be more delighted than if I won the lottery or fell in love or woke up fifty pounds lighter, or was given a lifetime supply of Goldfish crackers.
I can write again.
The need to write. I felt it again. The feeling that no, I didn’t want to lay here and read this book. I didn’t want to read. I wanted to write.
It’s been so long since I’ve had this feeling, that I hardly know if I even have anything to say, but it doesn’t matter. I just need to write. I’d forgotten what muses felt like. The stream of consciousness, where my fingers fly and write at almost the precise moment I think. It’s elating, these words flying from my fingertips, the sound of the keyboard clicking and tapping as my thoughts spill out from my head into real live, written words instead of the phantom letters that float around in my skull. As easy as I breathe, the words now flow from my fingers. My words, my being, slipping from my fingers onto these simple keys, while the page in front of me lights up with ideas and imagination. I can hear the sound of my voice as I write, sounding more lyrical, and perhaps a bit more hopeful, than in real life.
It's been so long, it's almost foreign. The dam that cut off my mind from my fingers was getting more and more solid every day, and I had not almost, but truly had given up hope that it would ever come down. I thought it was fuzed to the inside of my mind, that the synapse had been snapped and could never find their way back together, no matter how much a prayed.
And then it happened. In the most peculiarly subtle and normal way, as if synapses simply connected together again and metaphoric dams, miles thick, vaporized every day. The stream of my consciousness reaches my fingers just fine now. My fingers no longer stand poised over the keys, my muscles aching, begging for the words in my mind to use them as a conduit to the keys of my computer.
I think thoughts, and as quickly as they come, my fingers tap and the thoughts show up as letters in Times New Roman font onto my computer screen, staring me back in the face.
It's magic, I swear.
I couldn't be more delighted than if I won the lottery or fell in love or woke up fifty pounds lighter, or was given a lifetime supply of Goldfish crackers.
I can write again.
7.11.2011
Not So Cheery Cheerio's
Like most people on the planet, I love Honey-Nut Cheerios.
But their marketing strategies are waaay off.
There I was this morning, happily enjoying my bowl of yummy O's, when I happened to glance the little bee guy on the box. And it freaked me out: his eyes are totally soulless. He's in this happy little hug with an O, all cute and adorable, but his eyes are totally lacking any sort of soul whatsoever. "Eyes are the windows to the soul," are they not? So what's inside our Honey-Nut Cheerios mascot? You'd think it's be smiles and honey and everything Winnie the Pooh dreams about. But no. There's nothing there.
And what ever happened to the Nut in Honey-Nut, anyways? Never have I ever seen a cute little illustration of a nut (soulless or not) on the box. I don't even know what kind of nut it is. All it is is cute little honey bees (or maybe not so cute) with his little honey wand and Cheerio's "enlarged to show texture." MILK gets more publicity than the nut. Nut is totally jipped.
Maybe it is full of whole grains, but Honey-Nut Cheerios isn't as cool in my book anymore.
(PS-- I checked the honeynutcheerios.com website. Nothing on there says anything about the Nut. It's all "honey-drizzled goodness." I mean, what if you were allergic to certain nuts? How would you know it Honey-nut Cheerios would make you go into anaphalactic shock or not? COME ON, GENERAL MILLS. DON'T KILL THE PUBLIC.)
(PPS. I finally found it. On Wikipedia. It's almond.)
But their marketing strategies are waaay off.
There I was this morning, happily enjoying my bowl of yummy O's, when I happened to glance the little bee guy on the box. And it freaked me out: his eyes are totally soulless. He's in this happy little hug with an O, all cute and adorable, but his eyes are totally lacking any sort of soul whatsoever. "Eyes are the windows to the soul," are they not? So what's inside our Honey-Nut Cheerios mascot? You'd think it's be smiles and honey and everything Winnie the Pooh dreams about. But no. There's nothing there.
And what ever happened to the Nut in Honey-Nut, anyways? Never have I ever seen a cute little illustration of a nut (soulless or not) on the box. I don't even know what kind of nut it is. All it is is cute little honey bees (or maybe not so cute) with his little honey wand and Cheerio's "enlarged to show texture." MILK gets more publicity than the nut. Nut is totally jipped.
Maybe it is full of whole grains, but Honey-Nut Cheerios isn't as cool in my book anymore.
(PS-- I checked the honeynutcheerios.com website. Nothing on there says anything about the Nut. It's all "honey-drizzled goodness." I mean, what if you were allergic to certain nuts? How would you know it Honey-nut Cheerios would make you go into anaphalactic shock or not? COME ON, GENERAL MILLS. DON'T KILL THE PUBLIC.)
(PPS. I finally found it. On Wikipedia. It's almond.)
7.01.2011
Diego: Cone of Shame, Take II
So, guess who had another huge absess on his bum, had to get a whole bunch of dead tissue cut out, and now has like 12 stitches up his butt?
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Yup: Diego!
Poor old cat. Apparently some glad is going crazy, causing these things. I guess it started hurting him a few days before we noticed it--- he was acting all off and hiding and I seriously thought he was mad at me, and it made me feel all off. Turns out he had a fever and a huge infected pus ball on his butt. Yeah, I'd be pretty ticked off too.
So now he gets to run around the house with the fun cone-of-shame again! I assure you, he's stoked. Completely. Who wouldn't like having a giant plastic thing around their neck, blocking off all their peripheral vision and getting caught on everything they pass by?
Poor old cat. Apparently some glad is going crazy, causing these things. I guess it started hurting him a few days before we noticed it--- he was acting all off and hiding and I seriously thought he was mad at me, and it made me feel all off. Turns out he had a fever and a huge infected pus ball on his butt. Yeah, I'd be pretty ticked off too.
So now he gets to run around the house with the fun cone-of-shame again! I assure you, he's stoked. Completely. Who wouldn't like having a giant plastic thing around their neck, blocking off all their peripheral vision and getting caught on everything they pass by?
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