Saturday, February 26, 2011

Gone for surgery but now I'm back again

Well I survived.

I won't go into too much detail about the whole thing. The one thing I can say is that you don't maintain your dignity when at the hospital. Between the outfit, the medicine (and certain placements of said medicine) and basically being treated like a piece of meat... it's not exactly an experience I want to repeat anytime soon. Either way, I'm now hobbling around like an old pregnant woman. 

Sexy, I know. 

Thank you to the people who were there for me. The texts, the visits, the presents, the care and the love...

It means the world. 


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

If only we could heal ourselves; We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

It was a very late night during high school when I fell in love with writing. Back then it was always fiction, 'roleplaying' (yes, nerdy) with a couple of good friends and basically escaping my life. 

Back then, I didn't really realize how therapeutic it was. How easy it was to let my character feel what I felt, mold them, develop flaws (shockingly, similar to my own) and get the happily ever after I was always dreaming of--or at least to a better semblance than what I currently was experiencing. I wove stories with other people, picked up an ever developing vocabulary and it wasn't long until my short paragraphs slowly developed in pages and pages of text. My novice descriptions became lines of beautiful words, painting pictures, creating scenes, harvesting emotions.  I saw myself grow up through those pages, I saw myself improve, twist a phrase, rattle off a verse and generally fall in love with writing. 

It has been one of the few things that I am 100% proud of. 

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Pillow Talk: A text edition

C: "You going to be on tonight?"
J: "Might be on. Depends on how I feel."
   "Plus need to clean out the tivo (my life is so hard right?)
C: "I weep for your stresses of the evening."
J: "At least someone appreciates my hardships."

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Oh yeah that's right, I'm doing me, I'm doing me

Growing up as an only child to a single parent has given me a lot of alone time in my life. Sure, a lot of people would ask me if I got lonely with that type of a household growing up. And yes, there are moments that I wished I had a sibling, wished I had more of a busy household, wished I had a better relationship with my family. However, now? Now, I crave that time. I desperately need it. 

I seek it. 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sunday To Do List: A study

Ah, Sunday. A day of chores, getting things done and generally catching up on the housework that gets shoved aside during the week. 

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

But I threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel

As someone recently told me, the only thing certain is death, taxes and changes.

Now, if we’re going to be adding a laundry list to the famous phrase, I’d want to add disappointment to that. Nothing is certain but death, taxes, changes and disappointment.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Hearts break too fast, when they're sentimental

I've never been one for Valentine's Day. 

Even when I was younger and Christmas, Easter, Halloween brought magic and wonder... Valentine's Day never held that appeal. I never expected candy, flowers, a card from my significant others--rightly so apparently as I never got that.

She says "Hey baby I just might take the chance"

If I talk real slowly, if I try real hard
To make my point dear, that you have my heart
Here I go, I'll tell you what you already know

Monday, February 7, 2011

And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied. I'm without you.

I haven't always had the best musical taste. 

I mean, everyone goes through their phases. Like most girls that were born in the 80s, I will admit that I did get involved in the great boy band debate (n*sync baby!) and yes, I fully wanted to believe in GIRL POWER! and have platform boots, short skirts and had a favourite Spice Girl (Baby).