Thursday, January 26, 2006

Like my friend said:

Pretty costumes and pretty abs do not make a GREAT film. So listen up, Hollywood gods of (dis)illusion..

I will not extend nothing to you other than my big fat middle finger.

Throw away the eating disorders and get tapeworm instead.

And maybe something like inspiration and epiphany will come through.

While we're at it: Damn you Lindsay Lohan for ruining a perfectly great Stevie Nicks song. You should be jailed for blasphemy.

Friday, January 13, 2006

"That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars." — Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother

The night sky doesn't fall short of putting up a show whenever wonder hits me and I look up to see the stars. A dancing comet.. a shooting star... a faintly glowing planet that beckons from so far..

And I marvel at how vast the universe is and how the distance from the top of my head to that of another planet is so incredibly incalculable and immense, there are simply no words to describe it. The universe is an astonishing conundrum. Our knowledge of it can only extend until the next solar system a few light years from ours. But what is beyond that? What is beyond the beyond of the other beyond? It's almost infinite.

Scientists have tried to explain the unfathomable by their theories and studies. But, is there a mathematical formula for that unbearable lightness called the sky? Hawking's study of time satisfied this curiosity.. And if his postulations are right, and, when you think about it..

Our lives are just a fraction of a millisecond in the timeline of the universe.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

"the greatest enemy to the self is mediocrity"

Monday, January 09, 2006

Because I'm a stupid silly girl, nature decided to play a cosmic joke on me.

Wielding and throwing words like they're crackers are what I supposedly do best.

Watch it come back like a boomerang..

Friday, January 06, 2006


for lack of anything to do, the chicks of 4H2 hammed it up for the holidays and ended up calling each other VERY original hollywood starlet names.

go figure

Monday, January 02, 2006

When I was younger, it usually takes a lot for me to crack up. I'm the slow simmer type. But getting old (read: older) does a lot of things to the head and to my all too becoming fragile psyche.

I'm suddenly channeling the Irish.

Quick tempered, irrational, and yeah, a little glib when inspiration hits.

Maybe I don't know where I'm getting at but all I know is this:

I have a different timeline than most people, so I'm taking a little drama out of the first day of the year and treat it just like any other day. I will not make promises I know I won't keep and I won't write stubborn resolutions that would in the end just annoy the hell out of me.