Strange "Feelings" (Pert Apoc) [ 08.06.10 - 01.36.am ] serendipity1827 [ music | boards of canada ] Apparently my weekends are Wednesdays and Thursdays. This is good and bad...I miss weekends with people. I miss people? I don't know. Here's the thing: I have been hanging out with amazing people a lot recently, but I need some time to myself to really make some things work. But when I'm alone, I want to do mindless things. And when I'm with people I want to be constructive. And then I get by myself and I want to be around these people and share my thoughts with them and all this crazy wild madness of life....but I've already turned down an invitation or I have too much to get finished and I feel so unstructured and lost and I just want to pull out my hair and say this sentence without breathing and you will know a small percentage of how I'm feeling. So really I have to stop lounging. I have to get on my own ass. And when I look to other folks, they don't look like they need to try that hard to kick themselves into doing things. But really, I shouldn't be looking to anyone else for what to do. I know that. We all do. Right? I need to structure myself. I think things will start making more sense once I apply some serious planning and some sort of routine to my days. As much as later on I'll only end up changing it, I need to at least have an idea of something I can change to begin with in order to move forward. I'm going to march over to the school on Wednesday. Get Trunk stuff really rolling. I'm also going to call Don tomorrow and see when I can come into his office to really work with scheduling. Or something. I need to get in there and just do it. I'm also going to take a solid look at my finances this week. Figure out what's going where and how. The next few weeks are a new cycle. Happy Halloween. -Maggie. this place could be so beautiful

Everything and nothing all together. [ 08.06.10 - 01.33.am ] paperclippe [ mood | tired ] So, past week has been busy and yet I have nothing to say, even though I kind of have a whole lot to talk about. Thursday was my first belly dance class and all I have to say about that is how bad my butt hurt afterward. Those are interesting muscles back there. Friday was the gallery crawl, and at first I thought it was just going to be Chris, Nina, and myself, but we met up with Joe and Zack very early on, and we had a great time. The galleries were a little more disappointing than they'd ever been, but it was definitely one of the most fun times I've had doing it. We made a pit stop at the comic shop about halfway through and then afterward we were all going to go to Denny's to grab a snack, but Zack and Joe didn't believe how small the car was until they saw it, and it ended up just being Chris, Neen, and myself. And that was an equally great time. We all ready my Gothic Beauty magazine together and giggled at the sheer stupidity of industrial kids. And it was good. Saturday was the big hoopin' day down at Point, and it ended up being way warmer than we thought it was going to be. At first, it seemed like it was gonna be pretty disappointing, since we couldn't even get one shot by the pink-ened fountain, as they were 'setting up the fireworks' TEN HOURS EARLY and they kicked everyone out of the lower part of the Point, but it ended up being really nice. Nina met us around 12:30 and we all got our hooping pictures taken by paper photographers and random celebration-goers alike and it was a good, if a little sweaty, time. I'm still sore. Then we went to The Mall at Robinson, which, even though Chris and I live 20 minutes away and are at Robinson about three days a week, had never been. It's big, and shiny, and full of stores I go out of my way to avoid. That same night we went to Joe's for gaming, and we played the most hysterical Star Wars RP we've ever done. All I have to say is "Jedi, what what." +adjusts monocle+ And then today was Sunday, and still no one can figure out what's wrong with the car (we need the Greg House of automotives up in here) and I'm running a mild fever. Probably from exhaustion. +laugh+ Tomorrow the only thing I'm doing is going to the library. And conning someone into giving me a thorough massage. I don't care who. 1  ][this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.05.10 - 12.20.pm ] serendipity1827 Work in 10 minutes instead of a concert in 7 hours. :( How disappointing. I'm disoriented today. I'm also fucking over it. For the record, and mostly for my own sake, some of the things I say when I'm drunk sound exaggerated and out there, but really: it's me being as honest as I want to be. And I was serious, I love you guys. LOL. this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.04.10 - 10.43.pm ] pain_provider Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test... INTJ -The Mastermind You scored 18% I to E, 47% N to S, 86% F to T, and 21% J to P! You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more thinking based than feeling based, and you prefer to have a plan rather than leaving things to chance. Your type is best described by the word "mastermind", which belongs to the larger group called rationals. Only 1% of the population shares your type. You are very strong willed and self-confident. You can hardly rest until you have things settled. You will only adopt ideas and rules if they make sense. You are a great brainstormer and often come up with creative solutions to difficult problems. You are open to new concepts, and often actively seek them out. As a romantic partner, you can be both fascinating yet demanding. You are not apt to express your emotions, leaving your partner wondering where they are with you. You strongly dislike repeating yourself or listening to the disorganized process of sorting through emotional conflicts. You see your own commitments as self-evident and don't see why you need to repeat something already expressed. You have the most difficulty in admitting your vulnerabilities. You feel the most appreciated when your partner admires the quality of your innovations and when they listen respectfully to your ideas and advice. You need plenty of quiet to explore your interests to the depth that gives you satisfaction. Your group summary: rationals (NT) Your type summary: INTJ   Take The LONG Scientific Personality Test at HelloQuizzy 2  ][this place could be so beautiful

stolen from Atakara.... [ 08.04.10 - 10.24.pm ] pain_provider Your result for Reincarnation Placement Exam... Deep Space Explorer 66% Intrigue, 73% Civilization, 44% Humanity, 53% Urbanization. Hmm... You're a tough one to place. Your answers indicate that you like technology and education. You enjoy intrigue, adventure and chaos. You're fine with hard work and civilization. This all bodes well for an interesting, adventurous life.   What makes it difficult, however, is that you don't seem to be much of a 'people person.'   If you were more of a people person, we would have commissioned you aboard the Starship Enterprise. But since you don't care much for the complications of dealing with your fellow man... we have another deep-space mission, more tailored for your tastes... a way for you to enjoy the benefits of high-tech civilization without having to put up with civilization itself. Let's set you up to pursue the solo career of a deep space explorer. You can go ahead and hibernate through the boring parts of your mission, and not worry so much about being a few decades out of touch with your fellows by the time you get home. In fact, you pretty much don't have to deal with people at all, but you can still enjoy a high-flying adventure of a life. Far, far away from the madding crowd, you get to play with your scientific instruments, serve your glorious civilization, and do interesting things with strange discoveries in exotic places.   The career might work out all right. Look what it did for Charlton Heston. Take Reincarnation Placement Exam at HelloQuizzy this place could be so beautiful

and then suddenly..... [ 08.04.10 - 09.52.pm ] pain_provider all of this "new" interest for "Manufactura" & "Broken Fabiola"....... yet these are just my two eldest children, my youngest are still being nursed, groomed and prepared to be sent out to face the world. they will be the better for it. there is nothing better then getting lost in creation. It's funny how things turn out, end up. . this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.04.10 - 09.39.pm ] pain_provider for crying out loud weeping women over dinner crying into the soup. weeping women in motorcars complaining. weeping women on the telephone. weeping women crying from the treetops. weeping women rattling men's hearts inside of paper bags. weeping women leaping 30 feet into the air demanding love more and more love. I'd gladly give them more love if they weren't so demanding if they'd only let it rest awhile. you can love love to death until there's nothing left but a wristbone. then finally you're compelled to start over with another somebody. -Charles Bukowski . 3  ][this place could be so beautiful

Today was a fantastically great music day!!! [ 08.04.10 - 09.11.pm ] pain_provider FUCK!!...I do love it so....my toes are doing the night jiggling!!! and my heart....my heart s on fire!! "some records I have been listening to for so many years that I guess they're no longer records, they are a way into myself, a way to check in. I don't know if they are any good, all I now is that as soon as I put them on, I am there. People are ok but records are better." -Henry Rollins 2  ][this place could be so beautiful

You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it... [ 08.04.10 - 12.48.pm ] serendipity1827 I don't know how to catch up on the past week or so. I've been at Dan's getting shitfaced. Last night was worst of all...in the shitfaced department. Fortunately, Stasia was there so it was like...five times better and then Dan's dad made coffee for all of us. Plus, Dan and Ben both threw up. Which was sort of like having people act out how I felt. Also, ....no also. I don't know, I have a little over an hour before I go into work. I...don't know how I'm feeling these days. Starting from the 16th of September, I felt every possible human emotion. The whole spectrum...that I can think of. It hasn't gotten "worse" or "better" just varying degrees of intensity. Even when I've gotten time to myself, I feel I haven't gotten time to myself. Last week, after writing that entry, I actually ended up on the phone with Dan and then over his house. We slept terribly on his floor. The rest of that day blurred into sleep and then I woke up and went about getting ready for the Dodge Poetry Festival...which was amazing good times. Spent the whole day with Ben and Dan. Fell asleep listening to E6...which was sleep I desperately needed. (That statement was unnecessary.) But that weekend was made in just that set of 48 hours. This past week was....weird. I worked on Monday and Tuesday, not much else to be said. I was harassed by some snobby writer while I was at work and he now has my writing blog site. Judgmental asshole. On Wednesday, my mother and I went shopping for undergarments and made a steal! So. Many. Bras. And a pair of jeans that don't suck. After a disgusting meal at Applebee's, I called Dan and he invited me to celebrate the first day of the month of Halloween with him. Got there and Trisha, Ben and Dan had been drinking a bit already. That is when I discovered just how amazing and such Trisha actually is. Thursday morning I passed out on Dan's couch and that afternoon I drove him to school. I got a latte from the cafe and said hi to all the nerds I don't hang out with anymore. Got home and Stasia and I attempted to get to the school to work on the Trunk. Alas, we showed up there at 3:30, an hour and a half after school let out. So there was no one there. Well,...Mr Darcy. And last night? Work was crazy. Still can't get anyone to cover tomorrow...so either I do a call out and might lose my job, or I can't see Carl and go to Death Cab. This is grinding on me and making me really jumpy. It's "Educators Appreciation Weekend" so that means a lot of obnoxiousness. Of all the nights that I'm closing and want to get out early, last night had to be the longest ever. Got out no later than 11:40. It was nast. So we got to Dan's place for Ben's Birthday party and I got hammered after a beer and 3 double shots of JD. Jack is fucking responsible for all my behavior last night. Halfway through the night and well into this morning, I longed for someone to look at me and tell me to shut the fuck up. It just didn't happen, apparently I was sufficiently amusing. Which angered me a little. Overall, last night was the best night in a long time. I've been doing a lot of thinking over the past few weeks. Lots of observation on where I am and where I feel I need to be. Lots and lots of thought concerning my job and school...and some concerning friends. It's less about goals and more about....desire, I guess. Who do I really want to spend my time with, what do I want to spend my time doing, so on and so forth. I want to not feel so disconnected anymore and I think last night really pushed that button. I want to do all these things and they are more than possible, they're waiting. But they won't wait forever. -Maggie. this place could be so beautiful

let's not kid ourselves. [ 08.03.10 - 09.16.pm ] killwinterstar [ music | opeth ] new blog: http://ohellgirl.blogspot.com/ It's just pictures at this point. I plan on doing one post a day with at least one new or old picture in it. I'm trying to force myself to use the damn camera again, and mean it. Granted, I give it two weeks before my attention span breaks, but you never know... If I were smart I'd start copy/pasting entries over here. I might just do that. Might just. <3 p.s. You can find a lot more pictures (including tons of pictures of my two lovely wonderful cat monsters) on my flickr at http://flickr.com/photos/ohjezebel. We can be friends. p.p.s. I'm still somewhat active on deviantArt: http://ohjezebel.deviantart.com/ but again, the attention span issue has raised its ugly head. p.p.p.s. Let me know if you want to be Facebook friends and we aren't already...I'm more active there than anywhere else. this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.03.10 - 01.13.am ] histrionics_ this place could be so beautiful

Sleep cycle, anyone? [ 08.02.10 - 01.47.am ] paperclippe [ mood | curious ] Thanks to the suggestion of the lovely lady and friend margaf, I purchased some melatonin to help my sleep cycles. The site I bought it from was having a sale, three for the price of one (hell yes), but what really sold me was that in addition to being a non-addictive sleep aid, melatonin has also been found in many studies to help prevent migraines! So, let's see if my $8 didn't go to waste. (There were some cherry-flavored lozenge-type ones on another site that got a lot of good reviews, but you put them under your tongue so they dissolve as you're laying down to go to sleep, and I thought I might choke on them, and on top of that, shipping was ridiculous.) How did it get so late... +sniiiff+ My sinuses are finally draining and while it's disgusting and uncomfortable, I have a feeling I'll finally be able to breathe all the way again in the morning. Busy day tomorrow, too. Laundry and cleaning and my first belly dance class in the evening. I'm excited and a little scared. But if nothing else, it'll be fun. :) Got a whole bunch of tasty food at Walmart tonight in the hopes of saving some money and eating out less. I got bagels and cream cheese and Chris got a whole bunch of oatmeal. I also got a secret stash of donuts that Chris isn't allowed to touch. XD You know, it feels like the same five episodes of Scrubs are always on, but the truth is, I've just seen this show way too much, and it never stops being funny. I'm so glad the new episodes are finally on. And to all of you who thought the weight calculator was ridiculous for ME, it thinks six-foot-tall large-built Chris should weigh around 160. Uh-huh. No thank you, I like to sleep next to LIVE people. Alright. Scrubs, then bed. More interesting entry sometime tomorrow. 2  ][this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.01.10 - 08.31.pm ] pain_provider Dusty Shoes the women that I have left behind grow fat, listless, age rapidly, they coarsen, are embittered and some just finally die alone but the living still often think of me with some regret with some longing now realizing that I made the nights and the days electric for them like it had never been and that even asleep after making love they rested and dreamed better than ever before. it didn't matter that I caused them consternation in odd places like drug stores, parks, elevators, laundromats, airports, doctors' offices, restaurants and in many other places. I was funny,I was strange, I was not quite right. I puzzled those ladies, sometimes made them angry often delighted them, kept them interested in things and I was difficult to keep around: "hey! where are you going? you just got here!" after me, there was nobody for them. some of them knew it right away. with others it took months and with a few, years. I wasn't really a lady's man, I was just an aberration with the ability to transcend the ordinary; I was unshaven with dusty shoes, wrinkled shirt, crushed pants but I brought something to each one of them that they had never ever experienced before and when I took it away new men, travel, parties, weekends, concerts, meals, beds, books, pictures, days, nights, movies, TV, etc. all those things lost their edge, became dull, more ordinary, less satisfying. it was, I fear, a truly difficult experience for them to attempt to go on living without me. I wouldn't want to try it. -Charles Bukowski this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.01.10 - 06.35.pm ] atropine_nadia this place could be so beautiful

Oh, October. [ 08.01.10 - 05.59.pm ] paperclippe [ mood | amused ] It is raining the most beautiful, gentle rain ever right now. I love fall. And it's getting me in the mood for my PM yoga, which I'll probably have to break from writing this entry to do. Big deal, I know. Like you'd have even known if I hadn't mentioned it. I know the first day of fall was more than a week ago, and I celebrated and all of that happy stuff, but today has really cemented it for me. I woke up at nine and had to put my flannel hoodie on to fall back to sleep since it had become that cold in my room. I even closed the front-facing bedroom window for the first time since...June? But at some point during the day, they turned our radiators back on, so I'm able to have the windows cracked for a nice, rainy, fall-y breeze without freezing in my yoga shorts. It's absolutely lovely. It's overcast, but sunny enough that I could read my book in the tub with no lights on (read: one 12x18 bathroom window). Right now, I could not ask for anything more perfect. I was scared I was going to wake up this morning with a migraine, as I had the dreaded left-temple throb last night before I went to bed, which refused to even succeed in the least even after a full dose of Excedrin. But I didn't, and thus today even started well. You know, other than sleeping ridiculously late again. :\ I'm trying, I really am. It's just so tough. I want to stay up all night, so that I'm perfectly wiped out by the end of the next day, but around four in the morning, the idea of huggling up all close next to Chris' warm, unconscious, human-pillow body starts to sound better and better, and I'm like, damn it Stephen Hawking, why aren't your books as warm as they are interesting, and I put my book down and crawl into bed and I promise myself I'm only going to sleep for four hours. Like that EVER works. Because then it takes me at least an hour to fall asleep, big surprise there, because my insomnia keeps my eyelids pulled so wide my eyes start to dry up, a la Clockwork Orange, and I actually have to focus my brain to MAKE myself fall asleep, but then I get distracted thinking about what I'm gonna do tomorrow and whether or not I'll bother going to the bank during the day or just go to the ATM at night since I have to go grocery shopping anyway and should I pay the phone bill now or later and should I take out extra money and pay my belly dance fee up front or wait until it's actually time to pay and Amber keeps insisting I go to Sock Dreams and I really do need new socks... And that all goes on for about another hour. This was not what this entry was supposed to be about. +facepalm+ Speaking of Amber, I read completely through her Xanga between the day before yesterday and last night. I have now concluded that I write the longest blogs out of anyone I know. +laugh+ Yeeap. I could probably use this time constructively and do something like save the world or solve the energy crisis, but then again, I'm no good at math, and blogging is the best active meditation I've ever come across. You people realize almost NO conscious thought goes into this, right? XD So. Back in the day, when I did so many musicals I would be rehearsing for one the same night I was performing in one, I had an average weight of 130-ish pounds. It doesn't seem all that impressive, considering I'm five nothing and a half, but you have to keep in mind, my legs were like farking TREE TRUNKS from all that dancing and walking and running, and oh, yeah, I EAT LIKE A COW. +laugh+ So it was good. When I got reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally sick just before my 18th birthday, I was down to 115, 120ish, and I looked ILL. I had the skeleton-y sucked in cheeks and my feet were all boney and I couldn't keep any rings on my fingers (HA!). But after I got better and was healthy and got to college and got together with Chris, I was healthy again, and thin...and then college happened and I put on some weight, and yeah. For a while I was up around 145. I don't care, really, as long as I don't have obscene muffin top and/or double chin. Now, I don't own a bathroom scale. I want to, but every time I go to Walmart, I'm just like eggsmilkbreadricenoodlesbakingstuffpleasegodgetmethefuckoutofhereihateshopping. So I'm at my parents the other day and they have a bathroom scale, and just out of curiosity I stepped on it. 163. WHAT?! This is gonna sound so weird. I was a little bit disgusted, because I know that my healthy active and still being about to eat anything I want whenever I want weight is around 130. But at the same time I was almost proud of myself because I was like, heeey, I still look damn fine, fuck you scale. You can take your numbers and kiss off. So I'm on the internet, and I've been doing a lot of exercise lately and I'm doing one of those so how much weight does yoga burn things (turns out, a metric fuck ton, more yoga please), and they also have a thing to see what your perfect weight is. So I fill it all out, how tall are you (short) what is your build (medium - I'm just not a generally small person, width-wise)... I almost vomited. Remember the part about me being reallreallyreallyreally sick and looking grotesque? This thing. This stupid thing. This horrible thing. Thinks I should weigh 113 pounds. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? When I was 130, I had a 27" waist, 30" hips, and a 36" bust line. When I was 115, I was so tired and ill, I COULD NOT FORCE MYSELF TO SIT UP BY MY OWN VOLITION. PROOF that you should not believe everything on the internet, especially when it comes to your health and body. Talk to your doctors, kids, or just do what feels right for you. Those are the people who know best. /rant. Time for yoga. 4  ][this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.30.09 - 06.38.pm ] pain_provider Unannounced Time is moving away from me and into me collecting moments from one past to another combining them with dreams of the future in a constant state of déjà vu, here, in the present colliding into me, to make of me what I once was and I wonder if Mary Shelley ever felt like this on some vast empty nights…. To awaken inside you to realize what's become of you like the coma that's repainted your life's work like the turtle who swims naked with no shell to the depths that are unkind without stealth It's to see your heart be broken by the same mystery that drives whales to escape and commit suicide Upon foreign lands… All those lethal and poisonous years promised so much to us with their wonder and amazement of such willing prey we surrendered and invited each release with our own lips as we gathered one another from the moistened soil and we held onto each other like a frightened child never wanting to let go of the safety of a warm embrace and into this cold reality…. It's so beautiful to see all these roads twist, fold and unfold to be allowed to witness how in the end you've survived it all something or someone has been moved to offer kindness to place upon you a second chance and a new life and through the very things I was told would just destroy me I found a way to make sense of time and rediscovered ...me I become time…. -KM 08 . 1  ][this place could be so beautiful

But it's MY kitchen... [ 08.30.09 - 03.19.pm ] paperclippe [ mood | motivated ] [ music | The Main Drag - A Jagged Gorgeous Winter ] The maintenance men came by on Thursday morning to look at our pipes. Apparently they've been leaking into the apartment below ours. When they left, they left the fridge pulled out a little, as that's where the access panel is. It was no big deal, I figured maybe they just missed it, whatever. I shoved it back. This morning, Chris and I accidentally slept in. (My job in the mornings is to hear the alarm, since he doesn't, and then roll over and shove him to wake him up. I did this, twice, and he didn't get up, either time. After that it ceases to be my problem.) So we woke up to the sound of the maintenance men stomping through our apartment, turning on faucets and pulling the fridge out - again. Because they were working on the pipes, Chris couldn't get a shower when he woke up this morning, so he was additionally late to work for having to wait until they moved their fucking asses. I went back to bed, and when I woke up today, four hours after they had left (at which time they had apparently told Chris they would be back in an hour), there were pipes all over my kitchen floor (and I don't even know what they're for; I seem to be getting water in the tub and both sinks), everything was covered in a thin film of grode, I assume from behind the fridge, one of my water bottles (my favorite one, predictably enough) was completely crushed, there were someone's nasty gloves sitting on top of my clean dishes, and the fridge was pulled out to such an angle that I STILL cannot get it back in. All with NO warning. It's a good thing I wanted white rice for lunch, because I can't get in my fridge to make anything else. I called my landlord's office to complain, his secretary picked up. She was kind, I told her my situation, and she said if I stayed on the line she could call them and let me know what was up. When she came back she sounded a little more than annoyed herself to tell me that the maintenance guys said they would be back 'before the end of the day'. I thanked her, and hung up. Before the end of the day? What the hell does that mean? Does that mean they'll be back last thing, so I can't start dinner until seven or eight? Does that mean they'll be back at some point before the end of the day, around four or so? Can I start my yoga at six like I planned? I have to record some samples for a band who might want me to sing for them - should I start working on that? Or will I be interrupted? Should I just hang out, get nothing done, and play Rock Band all day because the two things I really need to work on require peace, quite, and most importantly, no one watching my ass up in the air during down-face dog? Moving on, and speaking of yoga - I finally got Chris to do some with me last night before bed. He wasn't so bad, he got into about five or so minutes of it before he got all cramped up and had to quit. But he did say he would do it again. :) I'll if he wants to do it a few hours after dinner tonight. Oh, hey, the maintenance guy came back to move my fridge. He cleaned up everything alright, too. He said they'd be back after ten tomorrow, which means I probably won't be here, or will be getting ready to leave - I need to get some money for doing laundry tomorrow so all my cozy clothes are clean for belly dance Thursday - I wanna dress for the weather, but also for the class. Then again, it's supposed to be beautiful for the rest of the week. I hope. Then again...they said it was supposed to rain today too, and it's beautiful enough to write a musical about. Anyway, now that I'm free, yoga and samples. this place could be so beautiful

WHAT THE "NEWS" MEDIA IS NOT SHOWING YOU!!!! [ 08.29.09 - 06.52.pm ] pain_provider YOUR BAIL OUT IS BULLSHIT!!!! Protests took place on Wall St. to protest the bail out plan - and the mainstream news media didn't even mention it Hundreds of protestors demonstrated agains the proposed $700 Billion bail out plan for the finance and banking industry, yet the national news media in America didn't even report it! Why not? It seems strange that this barely generated a gander from the big news outlets like ABC, CNN, CBS, NBC etc. all of whom have a presence in New York City. Despite having such a large protest event occurring in their backyard, the major news media chose not to tell the American people about it. I had to stumble upon this on the internet to find out about it. That's really indicative of the pathetic state of affairs in the U.S. media today. Anyway, in case you haven't seen it, I have collected a bunch of video from the protests on Wall Street (Sept. 25) and posted them below. Have a look at what the news media DIDN'T show you! Warning: some of the protest videos contain profanity. for videos of the bail out protests: http://hubpages.com/hub/Protests-on-Wall-Street---what-the-news-media-isnt-showing-you this place could be so beautiful

The successful posting of this blog entry [ 08.29.09 - 06.55.pm ] paperclippe [ mood | hopeful ] will make it the 500th note I've uploaded to Facebook. That. Is. Ridiculous. First, a picture. That's Amber, dancing at 10,000 villages in Squirrel Hill the other day. The rest of the pictures are on my Facebook, and there are also two videos. The first is both Amber and her instructor Joanna dancing to Incubus' Aqueous Transmission, and the second is a collection of three videos of Amber dancing to some really wild drum solos. Photos, shooping, and video by yours truly. It would also seem that I've been invited by Amber to join her belly dance class on Thursdays. I'm excited, but nervous as hell. I know I shouldn't be, it's not like I've never done it before, but I've been so sick this week I just haven't bothered to dance or do yoga at all. I feel so stiff. And let's face it, too, belly dancing has never been my forte. Maybe these classes are just what I need, who knows. That being said, my sleep schedule's been really off again, so I'm thinking of all-nighting it tonight, and I have a great yoga video from Netflix I just haven't bothered to put on all week, so I'll probably be up all night doing it over and over again. On another semi-related note, Amber and I will be hoop dancing at the Point this coming Saturday for Pittsburgh's 250 anniversary celebration, so if you're in the area, come check it out. There will also be a ton of other events going on down there, and, hello, FOOD? So yeah, be there. The day before that is another one of Pittsburgh's gallery crawls which is pretty much when all of the art galleries, theatres, and other artistic institutions (about 30 in total) downtown open their doors for free and put on big displays of all the new, happening art from Pittsburgh and around the world. I missed out on the last few so I'm really hoping to make this one, and I really don't have a reason not to. I think I'm going to make a Facebook event out of it to see who wants to come with me. On a final note, for Christmas I would like case upon case of jalapeno hot salsa or dill pickle flavored sunflower seeds. this place could be so beautiful

[ 08.29.09 - 05.32.pm ] atropine_nadia I made the right decision. I am so happy. 3  ][this place could be so beautiful

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