A GRAND COMEBACK

Yes it's been (practically) forever since my last post. I don't feel the need to dwell on tedious details of my personal life at the moment-I flatter myself that any cares :p-but instead want to create a new trend that was on my Summer List (of which I have yet to complete a single item!!). I can't even find my list at the moment, something like item #7: Create a blog and post one new learned thing per day!

I decide to suddenly do this with scarcely more than a month left of summer vacation (more than a month? you might say, yes well I have three months of vacation) based on several reasons, which I will state in a list (if you haven't figured out yet I am a fan of lists then you are a moron, also I am a BIG fan of parenthesis commentation....also, making my own words up).

1. My dad becons me over and proudly points to a new laptop he has just bought. Toshiba Satellite C655. "I will GIVE this to you. All I want is your old laptop (virus-ridden, 10 minutes battery operated, fan rattling old thing)...oh and $300 bucks." A new laptop for .3k? Excellent! (I come to find he bought it for only $400, are good laptops really that cheap?) So this sexy new beast, completely virus-free, quick-speed browsing, perfect, is dying for more attention than...
2. World of Warcraft. It has sucked up my time. It has caused relationship breaches (extremely pathetic and sad, yet true none the less). I feel I'm getting stupider. I don't read any more. We don't go for lovely walks in the summer evening heat. We just play and then argue.
3. Summer requires Anne Rice, no exceptions. What better atmosphere to read about the mysterious heat, flower laden scents of the New Orleans vampire than my own summer heated evenings, naked on the couch, the Builders and the Butchers wailing in the background, sipping on neat spiced rum or peach flavored sun tea? AAAND what better inspirations to write about myself than the dark and articulate musing of the Brat Prince himself?
4. And the last reason I decided to tack onto the end here, because I just realized it, I am laboring the write this. I used to be so eloquent! A master of words and synonyms, witty comparisons and poetic prose. It's time I return to a past-time I have enjoyed and dabbled in since first grade...writing.

So these elements combined to create what I wish to make my blog into:

Newly learned item #1? The Faroe Islands! Where are they located? What's their appeal? What languages are spoken?

They are some small, arrow-shaped islands north of Scotland and in between Iceland and Norway. Faroese is the official language, with a heavy influence from old (Viking) Nordic, which were the first settlements, but is now controlled by Denmark. These islands were created from volcanic rock/basalt, with a colder maritime climate very similar to Norwegian coasts.

Why did I choose the Faroe Islands? Well to be honest (which you can ALWAYS count me to be, especially on my own blog, whyever would I lie? sheesh), I didn't have anything better at the moment. But the point is to learn new things, and I happened to be browsing a favorite community site of mine and there was mention of said islands, I had no idea where they were located, though as soon as I looked it up I remembered searching this information before, and what better thing to post than what I had just newly learned. *Sigh* it may surprise you that a lot of work went into creating this post , I haven't done something like this in quite a while, but you can expect my posts to be overall more informative and knowledgeable, full of click-able links and images. Plus what I am currently listening to. Alas! Music is the physical gateway to the immaterial of feelings, spirituality, and mood.

Current Music: Shannon's mixes

p.s. I am an applied linguist, referencing is the name of the game for us, but I am ever the lazy person, all of the information I gathered is from the linked website. I avoid copyright issues. The images are from google search.

nostalgia

I love...

~watching addicting shows such as TrueBlood, Dead like Me, Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and so many more

~autumn, Halloween and my elf costume with pointy prosthetic ears

~reading good books

~my luscious comfy bed

~becoming temporarily obsessed and spying on interesting people's blogs (unfortunately my own lacks)

~ridiculously sweet machine lattes from 7/11

~learning in my linguistics class

~NOT my philosophy class and the ridiculous theories that don't make any logical sense

~bunnies! and kitties and puppies and all cute baby animals

~snuggling under a leaking-down blanket

~my gold leaf necklace that is very appropriate for the season

~the creeping feeling of coziness and Christmas that the onset of winter brings

~connecting with old friends and still keeping my current ones

~windy, dangerous bonfires on a lonely mountain

~wanting to be pagan! but really still believing in God (silly me, haha)

~nice strangers at work

~unusual people with no makeup and yet so beautiful because they are so different

~people watching, but looking away shyfully when some unexpected eye contact might happen

~mittens, scarves, fluffy coats, and silly hats to stave the cold

~accordians

~crazy scandinavian fairy metal!

~kisses

...and so many other things

Defenestration: to be thrown through a window.
Petrichor: the scent of rain on dry earth.

Strawberry Ponderings
Here in life, desire and emotions, are so dominating.
is there nothing more we find ourselves consumed by?
No greater interaction with universe, nature, or that ephereal
plane of existence where the substance of humanity means naught.
Perchance we obsess of sounds.
the tick in each tick and the knack of the burble.
Would the physiological orgasm brought by an audio stimuli be
enough to operate by?
And what of the soul? So invisible and containing no real matter.
One could say it ceases the substance.
Without our bread the sound, are we then condemned the sin of silence?
I am but a creature, indeed led by buried, loam-covered instincts.
no better than our neighbors.
This eases the world in mine eyes? Words of play and cute modifications?
Mysticism and magic, these are the orders sent by my god.
He commands that each dawn's wake is the tale of metamorphosis.
Cognitive, I ingest this prophesy with utter hope.

105 Degrees today!

Just came back from camping at The Spot with Anthony. When I'm done I'll most likely go back to the post of us camping at the end of last summer, back when we were still "just friends" and had just met. So much has happened between that last camping trip and this one. So much along the lines of love, trust, commitment, everything! I can honestly say...I love him with all of my heart, would do anything for him and maintaining his happiness, health, and our relationship...and, and I can see myself honestly spending the rest of my life with him. He said something this morning, that absolutely made my heart jump. We were talking about weddings (since we recently went to one together) and I mentioned that at my wedding everyone will be required to dance, lest I KILL them! He laughed and turned to his brother and said "Well if Patricia and I ever get married either you learn to dance or you can't come to our wedding!"

Being the type of person I am, you know, viciously afraid of showing or saying anything that might betray hopeful thoughts or ideas of commitment, a statement like that really shocked me. We don't really discuss far future and whether or not we might still be together, so his mentioning a wedding dedicated to US...wow, I just hope I don't suddenly come down with a severe case of wanting to get married =p.

I finally got a reply for a pen pal, but for some reason I don't feel as much creativity to writing an interesting letter as when I first got the idea in my head. Of course I'm stoked and plan to write her this evening, but it might take me a while to brew what I believe to be the perfect letter.

*sigh. I just had the best 3 days possible. And I found out the best thing ever: showers involving 2

beautiful day

It's beautiful outside, perhaps the last nice day for another week, and yet I am inside...dinking around on my compuer, eating old cheeselog and crackers, deciding if I want to walk to Borders today or not. I took a shower on intention of going out but I'm not sure that'll be happening, yet. I've been home a shocking amount this week, mostly because my mum went to CA to visit her sister for a week and my dad refuses to cook for himself. So I stay home because he needs a good dinner. And to tell you the truth I've been reminded of what a good cook I am. Yesterday we had teriyaki chicken breast burgers. Day before that it was ribletts, green salad with feta oil & vinegar and garlic bread. Tonight it'll probably be bratwurst with onion/tomato/cucumber salad. Balanced, healty, fresh =). It's been nice, very relaxing, I cleaned the house and seem to do the dishes like 5 million times a day although it's only the two of us. Here's a little something I found, on a new livejournal I stumbled upon. I like her

• if i were a song, I would be... Tom Waits: out west; wumpscut: outside; the beatles: I want you; be your own pet: wildcat; lamb of god: again we rise; ladytron: last one standing; Fleetwood mac: dreams...I could go on!
• If I were a month, I would be... october.
• If I were a day of the week, I would be... sunday
• If I were a time of the day, I would be... dying dusk.
• If I were something from space, I would be... an asteroid field.
• If I were a direction, I would be... north.
• If I were a piece of furniture, I would be... a bookshelf.
• If I were a sport, I would be... fencing.
• If I were a pleasant activity, I would be... strolling.
• If I were a moment, I would be... bittersweet.
• If I were liquid, I would be... absinthe.
• If I were a precious stone, I would be... ruby.
• If I were a tree, I would be... redwood.
• If I were a flower, I would be... snap dragon.
• If I were a colour, I would be... green.
• If I were a feeling, I would be... inspiration, thoughful, spacey.
• If I were a spice, I would be... mrs. dash haha just kidding... bay leaf.
• If I were a book, I would be... thick, leather-bound, thesaurus.
• If I were a cartoon, I would be... meatwad from aqua teen hunger force.
• If I were a place, I would be... a tiny surf cabin on top of rolling hills of grain and grass, overlooking a misty ocean, with high cliffs, blue skies, giant fluffy clouds.
• If I were a gesture, I would be... metal horns \m/

august

I want pots of growing chives, mint, basil, and parsley in my kitchen window. I want pots of tomato and peppers outside on my patio. A little gargoyle will look over them. I want an open front room, almost no furniture, dying for dancing feet and blanket-wrapped bodies to nest. I want showers at 3 am and snacks at 4. I want a fridge full of yogurt, cheese, and deli sliced meats. My freezer will have bakeable pretzels. No high fructose corn syrup. My seasoning of choice will be seasoning salt, mrs. dash, and italian seasoning. There is no internet access and no cable. We will do crafts, try and make our own music, and watch the same movies over and over. And when we get bored, we will walk. And outside, all our favorite destinations will be within an easy distance. Bike to work and bike to school. Gas? Uneeded. Light-saving bulbs and frantic recycling rules. House warming, art night, dance night, daily naps. I'll have a bar of wine and GOOD beer. Fuck keystone after this. Forgive me, keystone, you're cheap. Photos of my own handiwork. Learn to knit and try to skateboard. I hope the library is near-by. Hot summer nights will be filled with the hum of fans. My baby, you're always welcome. My friends, you're always welcome. Too many tasks to let lonliness creep in; this is my life. I hope my roomate can stand heavy metal. Maybe even in the mornings.

it was hot in there!

My insides hurt ;D

I find that electronica and/or techno and/or industrial really help me get my work done. Work as in revising all of the fiction pieces I have done for my class. And if there is one thing that isn't appealing to me, it is re-visiting pieces I have already written. I hate doing more work on a piece I thought I've finished, especially since I consider my work next to Godlike. duh

Speaking of God I send my prayers and hopes that He assists with me finding a new job. A good new job. One that I will really enjoy. And not feel uncomfortable or pressured or stressed at. IS that even possible? And then of course one that I will make enough money so that I can move out. Because I am so so ready. I have my resume for restaurants done. I almost don't want to do waitressing but I can't think of another good paying job in particular.

geez I can't even think of things to make my own journal entries interesting. I am completely devoid of inspiration and creativity. I need to make ONE more really good story, the final ten page story. I have rejected two started ideas already. I want something to do with a witch, and maybe a demon again. Because demons are totally my new fun.