Election '08

Well, early voting ends today. Next week, we find out who our next president will be. I'm not going to climb atop my soap box, nor am I going to yell from my high horse. All I am going to say is ... this is an important one. A very important one. I hope we, collectively as Americans, make the correct decision.

Either way, it's probably going to be an interesting (at least) couple of years ahead. I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little anxious, and also rather ready for this one to just be done with. We've been hearing about this election for a very, very long time. It's time to decide.

I'll discuss more once the election is actually through next week.

Oh, and Happy Halloween to all of you costumed crazies! Dressing up is super-FUN!! I dig. :)

Sentimental

You close your eyes and kiss your hand, then you blow it.
But it isn't meant for me, and I notice ...

Time never had a chance to heal your heart.
Just a number always counting down to a new start.
If you always knew the truth,
Then the world would spin around you.
Are you dizzy yet?

When I know I'm all alone,
I say your name slowly.
And I know that I'm alone,
But I carry you.

Does it feel good like a memory?
When you try some history?
It's a dream to come around.
The rule doesn't bend,
Because the taste doesn't taste the same again.

It's easy feeling righteous when removed;
All you'll get as what you wanna hear.
It hurts because it should.
How else am I to make it clear?

I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.
Well, here's to living in the moment ...
'Cause it passed.

Maybe a lie is what I need sometimes.
You told the most and best of anyone.
You said to "keep me in your pocket."
So I carried you ...

You better choose your words carefully,
Because I'm not your anything.
Gonna stay here in my place,
And you'll stay in yours.
Because you're only good as what you're good for.

I pace around the room to spend the time,
Waiting while the burning pictures fade.
One thing to make your mind,
And another to say its name.

I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.
Well, here's to living in the moment ...
'Cause it passed, it passed.

I'm still carrying a little hope that, maybe,
Things could get different now.
Is that so wrong, is that so wrong, is that so wrong?

Would I see you tonight, at a place we go?
Could going through the motions, lead to real emotion?
I wanna make things right, before time runs out.
It was like you said, the taste don't taste like it should.
Roll down the windows, let the cold air come in;
Slap my face just feel you somehow again, again ...

I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.
Well, here's to living in the moment,
'Cause it passed.

I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.
Yeah, here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed.
'Cause it passed, it passed, it passed ...

You said you'd never have regrets.
Jesus, is there someone yet who got that wish;
Did you get yours, babe?

"We all get a little sentimental, but it's nothing glorious ..."

Books.

Sometimes I get these strange, yet overpowering urges to run out and buy tons and tons of books. I'm not even sure what kind of books. Just books, books, books, books, books!

My dream house would include one room dedicated to books and reading. It wouldn't have to be a big room, just one chalk-full of books. I want bookcases lining all of the walls and a couple of really big, overstuffed, comfortable chairs.

I'm still trying to make it all the way through Atlas Shrugged. I've discovered recently that when I don't have a deadline for reading (such as I have always had in school), I read at a rather leisurely pace.

This makes reading encyclopedia-sized novels much more time-consuming than the speed-read I have been most accustomed to. It is nice, though, to be able to read for pleasure, not for pressure.

Still, I'm ready to be back in school. I actually miss it. What can I say? I guess I'm just a freak that way.

Good times, good times.

The Saturday after my birthday, the 18th, we went downtown for some good, old-fashioned partying. We hit West 6th, which is a little more age-appropriate and laid-back than the wild and crazy East 6th. Each have their place, depending on occasion, purpose, and mood, but West 6th just seemed more fitting for my 2-7.

Speaking of (a bit off-topic), I've decided the reason TWENTY-SEVEN sounds so much older to me than twenty-six, or even twenty-eight, is because it has more syllables than any other in the twenties. Think about it ... 1 (one), 2 (one), 3 (one), four (one), five (one), six (one), seven (TWO), eight (one), nine (one).

I may be grasping at straws here, but that's my reasoning. Either way, I'm of the opinion that people, in general, get better with age. My evidence for that assertion is based on numerous observations. Something about character and the rings of trees and things of that sort. Ponder it for a sec.

Anyway ... we went out. By "we", I mean me, Alex, Mel, her friends Lauren and Nathan, and my good, old friend Erik. You could definitely tell that we don't get out much anymore just by looking at the pictures. We had an absolute blast, but remained consistently goofy throughout the night.

11 Sapphires

My actual birthday DAY can be wrapped up in one picture:



Alex went ALL OUT! I have never had a guy put so much thought into a birthday gift for me. I'm officially spoiled ... it has 11 pink sapphires on a white gold band. Totally "me" (my style, that is), totally gorgeous. I'm still in shock. Wow.

The "To-Do"

Good morning, friends!

I vow to write a very, very LONG post this afternoon. Before I do, however, I have to tick off my long-ish list of things to do before the fabulous Fall-feeling weather of the morning gives way to Spring in October by 1pm.

First on my list ... EARLY VOTE!!!!!!!

Second ... find a new purse and put that good, ol' b-day money to use. I've set some sort of record with the current one I'm carrying. Usually, I change my purse like my socks, but this one has stuck around for much, much longer. Target and Old Navy seem to consistently have my favs, so we shall see what we shall see. (Hey, I'm thrifty!) One of these days, I'll have a really nice, long-term bag. Until then, I enjoy being whimsical with my accessories.

Third ... lots and lots of spiral notebooks. Why? Because I've discovered when writing a book, typing fudges the flow. (For me, anyhow.) Writing by hand, though somewhat crampy and painful, seems to be my Golden Ticket. Lately, I've been inundated with ideas for one, specific novel. This one, maybe I'll actually FINISH. Sheesh-balls! (Like that one? Made it up myself.)

Fourth ... red lipstick. I feel that my ghost-like whiteness should be accentuated. Or, you know, maybe I'm just trying to embrace my inner bombshell. I swear, that "B" has to be in here somewhere! Who better than to summon her than the ever-classic, red lipstick. Definitely more difficult to find than one might initially assume ...

Fifth ... fabric for new couch pillows and kitchen table chair covers. I am feeling earth tones at the moment. Plus, I've had this brand new sewing machine sitting at the apartment since I moved. I've only used it a handful of times. This makes my mom sad. I don't like it when my mom is sad.

Sixth ... well ... the list goes on and on a bit like that for a full page. Little things, sure, but FUN little things. Once I am done, and I have sufficiently dwindled my To-Do, I'll write about my half-week back home and the festivities from The 2-7. (Which I have embraced.) Ah, and pictures! Like we had never seen a camera before ...

Anyhoo, I hope everyone is well!
Happy Wednesday.

Holy cow.

Twenty-seven, and that ain't no lie.