I wanna be a bartender....barmaid...whatever.

Yeah...that would be cool.

"To the child, the genius with imagination, or the wholly untravelled, the approach to a great city for the first time is a wonderful thing. Particularly if it be evening--that mystic period between the glare and gloom of the world when life is changing from one sphere or condition to another. Ah, the promise of the night. What does it not hold for the weary! What old illusion of hope is not here forever repeated! Says the soul of the toiler to itself, "I shall soon be free. I shall be in the ways and the hosts of the merry. The streets, the lamps, the lighted chamber set for dining, are for me. The theatre, the halls, the parties, the ways of rest and the paths of song--these are mine in the night." Though all humanity be still enclosed in the shops, the thrill runs abroad. It is in the air. The dullest feel something which they may not always express or describe. It is the lifting of the burden of toil."

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: The White Stripes - Hello Operator

I've really been digging the art of John William Waterhouse (1849-1917). I bought a print of The Crystal Ball this weekend. The next one I want is I am Half-Sick of Shadows - said the Lady of Shalott.

Visual Treat - JWWaterhouse.com.

Current Mood: better
Current Music: Third Eye Blind - Thanks a Lot

As of late, I've really had a chip on my shoulder concerning some that I work with. Usually, I get over whatever is bothering me and things go back to normal. Yet, lately, I have found myself clinging to this attitude problem. It's not that I'm openly rude...no, not at all. I don't wish for anyone to find fault with me. It's just that I haven't been warm and friendly with anybody. It's like I have retreated in a shell. I know why this is now. While driving to work this morning, musing as I always do, it suddenly came to me. This attitude problem of mine feels like a protection. It feels like an armor against this place. It feels safe. However, I should not let these feelings of security fool me. This is not a good way to be. So what do I do? Cling to my paltry armor?

I worked on my stained glass project this weekend, but it didn't go so well. I stained a panel of glass with amber, but I was rather unhappy with it. I stripped it off, but I'm still at a loss as to what color I should use in its place. I have to stop by Wal-Mart tonight and pick up an exacto knife so I can chip some paint off from around the vine of ivy that I made on the panel.

I tried a sugar-free Red Bull Energy Drink this morning. It wasn't bad at all. It was still a tad too sweet tasting, but still drinkable. It has given me a wide-eyed feeling of alertness. I think I'll have to pick up more of these things.

My sister has done farm chores this weekend. I feel so jealous of how good her sleep must be (not to mention all the calories she must have burned putting up that fence). The true sleep of the weary is quite refreshing I understand. Perhaps I need to start gardening, or do some yard work. Heh, shopping with my mom is probably just as intense and less dirty..lol...Yes, then I won't be jealous anymore.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Bob Marley - Can't You See

I feel so disgusting.

I think I will take a big tubby tonight with this new bath gel I got. It's called Patchouli Peace. What's weird is, I love the scent of Patchouli, but I'm not sure if I'm going to like it as a bubble bath. This is highly unusual for me. I suppose that patchouli is a scent that is best taken in small amounts.

Through neglect, I have killed my chia elephant. Yes, it's a sad thing. I think I will start growing him again this spring, but outdoors this time. See, I got a little disheartened when I let him sit in the kitchen window. The cold air that crept in, killed one side of his lush chia coat so he was all lopsided-looking. But this spring it'll be different. It'll be warm outside and he can grow a nice, green, chia afro to do any chia pet owner proud; on all sides this time.

Now, as for my chia herb garden, it's doing splendidly (Basil, Dill, Cilantro, Chives). The plants are a little leggy, and haven't been thinned yet, but doing well, nonetheless.

I sort of feel like that chia elephant. One half of me is all wilted while the other half of me is lush and growing. It's ugh...a spiritual metaphor.

Uh oh, my thoughts are going in all different directions....very random, but for your amusement, I'll record some. Stop reading if you feel shame for me (I say this in humor at myself).

I want to open the windows.
I'm really hating Tortoise CVS. (software at work)
I really like the PC Pit-stop.
My dog pooped in the street today. I walked him and he was making a line for this lady's yard, and she started pounding on her window as if I'd let him take a big steamer in the yard. I pulled him out, but too late....he left a trail of crap in the road. Oops. I think it's kind of funny, actually.
I need to work on my feet (gross), because bellydancing in that school gym has really done a nasty job on them. To paint you a picture, it reminds me of this:



Yeah, it's that bad. Maybe Lindu will lend me her belt sander.

Current Mood: alright, but I need a tubby
Current Music: Aaja Billo - Balwinder Safri

It is always amazing what I seem to remember when I lay down to sleep at night (or try to sleep, rather). Things that were long forgotten and then recalled, which at the time they happened didn't seem strange. Only upon recollection do they seem a bit odd.

For instance, I had one of the oddest memories a few nights ago. When I was a kid, there was this guy in the neighborhood had this huge rock in his back yard. It was only about a foot high, flat and almost circular with a diameter of about eight feet. What was really odd about this, is that rocks of that size are unnatural for southern Maryland. So did this guy have this rock shipped in?? If so, why? I highly doubt that, in a way, given the size, but once again, rocks like that are unnatural here.

As children, my sister, friends and I would lay across this rock and just talk, hang out, etc. I don't think that we ever questioned the origins of this rock.

So, that's it. That was the memory that was long filed away.

Current Mood: alright

So it sort of goes like this:

My world may be turned on its ear
But it's still spinning

Really I'm ok, just didn't get any rest and relaxation this weekend. It makes me cranky. I also have the PMS and can't find my zills for tonight's practice. It has me in a small tizzy.

Ok, now for some kookiness......

Now I like to think of myself as an open-minded sort....really, I do. However, I do have to draw the line somewhere. Take this article for instance. This is the psychic's hat and glove. The stones are to increase vibrations so the wearer can receive them better. I wouldn't wear this hat except for a gag. The same goes for the glove.



"Power Glove. This healing glove is loaded and empowered with Crystals & Stones. Use as a tool for healing."

Er...yes, for healing. Laughter is quite a good medicine, come to think of it.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Punjabiyan Di Shaan - Hans Raj Hans

I felt like crap yesterday. Despite my malaise, I managed to get some laundry done.

Mom has been so nice lately. She made a really good dinner yesterday, for which I thanked her. Her back has been hurting her again, and even with that, it was so kind of her to cook.

I was supposed to see my sister on Saturday, but she stood me up. I kind of knew that she would. I'm not mad at her, I know she's really busy. I was more disappointed than upset.

So for today.......

1. Making an eye appointment for new contacts today
2. Ordered a turquoise choli
3. Wanted to order a turquoise belly dance skirt, but didn't have enough $$.
4. Replaced Office XP plug-in doc on all websites (work).
5. Calling bellydance teacher today with new batch of questions.

So that's what's on my plate today. I know this is a stupid entry, but I'm not on the ball everyday. Happens.

Current Mood: ditzy

I've started taking a bellydance class....well, sort of. My first class was on Tuesday, but because of ice, it was canceled. I'm pretty stoked about it. As a rule, we must wear skirts to practice. That just gives me an excuse to go shopping. My teacher said the reason for skirts is because she wants her students to feel feminine with the swishing of the fabric as we dance.

At first I felt a bit nervous about this. See, Bellydance I was canceled due to lack of registration. Only Bellydance II is in session. I had (and still don't) no idea what the skill level was. I talked to the teacher and explained that I have learned bellydance basics and she said I would do fine. I'm still excited, but still a little nervous. I want to bring somebody with me, so if I really mess up, I won't be the only one. :D

Work is going alright...got a new site to put up, but it's been giving me problems. Matter of fact, now that I think on it, I've had a lot of technical problems today--all overcome but still a pebble in my shoe nonetheless.

Oh, my site won an award. Honestly, I didn't think that I would get it. I entered on a lark way back in September. When I didn't hear from them, I just thought I didn't win....no biggie. But, I got the e-mail yesterday. Go me. I just have to post my award on my page.

Current Mood: good
Current Music: Deftones - Minerva

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