1. I have a fear of being alone. Not just in my life, but in general. Day to day. I've spent the majority of my life with someone; whether it be my parents, Josh, or Justin. Now don't get me wrong, I relish my time alone. I'm actually alone quite a lot. I sequester myself in my room and do my own thing. When Justin was at work, I'd take that time to write because I needed silence in order to concentrate. But as the days stack upon one another and I am by myself in an apartment, I start to not enjoy it as much. I was only alone for 3 months out of my entire life, and although I felt independent and free, in the background I just wanted company and someone to do things with. I feel as though I need someone to be there for me. I also can't do normal activities by myself, like seeing a movie or going to a restaurant. I'm not sure if it's because I fear that people will judge me, or I just think it would be no fun unless I had some company. Either way, this fear holds me back quite a lot.
2. I have a fear of getting Alzheimer's, and/or my mother getting Alzheimer's. My maternal Grandmother died of the disease. I watched as my Grandma forgot who people were, and when she forgot who her own daughter was, my mother, I couldn't even imagine how painful that must have been for her. I wasn't too incredibly close to my Grandma, and although it hurt that she didn't remember me, I kind of expected it and was okay with it. But I don't know what I would do if my mother forgot who I was. I am so close to both my parents that it would just be extremely hard for me to cope, I think. I also fear of getting it myself because my memory is already pretty bad... much worse than a normal 29-year-old's should be. And it's been bad for years already. Hopefully by the time I am my Grandmother's age, they'll have a cure or some kind of vaccine for it.
3. Spiders. Yeah, I touched on this subject in my last post. I don't know if I'd call this a legit fear, as I live in the one area of the US that has no poisonous creatures. Well, at least none that would kill you. We do have these nasty things called Hobo spiders though. They are related to the brown recluse and get mistaken for them all the time. They have the same kind of necrotic poison on their fangs that eats your skin and won't heal. The Hobo looks like some kind of spider that sat in radioactivity or something because they are so huge. That was my first thought the first time I ever saw one. They are easily the largest spiders we have here in western Washington. Luckily their poison isn't as potent as a brown recluse. But they're funnel web, hunting spiders, and they're damn fast. They scare the shit out of me every time I see one. I'm scared of other spiders too, but not nearly as bad as those monsters.
Day 1: List 10 random facts about yourself
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Day 1: List 10 random facts about yourself
I've decided to do the 30 day blogging challenge. Now in order not to be incredibly annoying with constant postings, I think I'll just put a link on my Facebook page, www.facebook.com/katjaneway.blogspot, and post once on twitter. Then I will also post links on each post to my past days.
1. I listen to a lot of Japanese music. Mostly Jpop, and JTechno/Trance. And a lot of Anime songs. Some people can't stand that they don't understand what they're listening to (I don't know Japanese, so yeah, I could be singing along to murders and rapes for all I know - but my music is super cutesy too) but come on - how many people thought the song "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater was singing about a "Bathroom on the right"? Don't tell me that isn't what you sang!
2. I don't have an angry or depressing music. I discovered this not long ago when I was angry and decided to find a piece of my music to fit my mood. And I couldn't find one. I do have a couple of Disturbed songs, which is a Metal band and fairly lyrically depressing, but it didn't fit my current situation. I had to settle for the Goo Goo Dolls "Hate This Place". Yeah. I feel as though music is a reflection of our souls. Some people are attracted to certain music with how they feel inside. I guess I'm just a happy person!
3. I used to be afraid of the dark for a long time, and now if there's a glow in the room at all I can't sleep. Like sucking my thumb, I went way beyond normality when it came to night lights. Luckily, my ability to not pee in my bed stopped at a reasonable age.
4. I am not scared of rats, mice, snakes, beetles, or bugs, but all spiders must die. Seriously.
5. I am both very creative and logical. Just don't give me a math question. I am detail-oriented, logistical, and slightly OCD. I also love to read, write, draw, paint etc. But if you really want to make me think, tell me to tip the waiter.
6. I get socially anxious. This is a general term that encompasses both public speaking and my wall-floweredness (don't talk to me!). I'm not claustrophobic and don't mind large crowds, but that only works if they're not all focused on me. I do not do presentations. I will shake and stutter, and my face turns bright red. I can probably only handle up to 5 people staring at me at once, and beyond that all hell will break loose.
7. I sing in the shower. Honestly, I love to belt out tunes any time of the day, especially in the car. I'm not the best singer and I know this (contestants of American Idol, take note), but I sound respectably better in the shower. Must be the acoustics. Of course, I don't sing empty-handed; I always have my music in there with me.
8. I'm a geek. World of Warcraft, Warhammer (in the past. I liked to paint the figurines), Star Trek, my interest in computers and technology, Marvel movies (screw DC), computer games, Pokemon (to a point). I'm all there. And I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way.
9. I'm still a tomboy. I grew up on a "farm" of sorts, with lots of animals. My best friend as a small child was a boy. My favorite toys were not the barbies, but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. As I grew, I reluctantly began to adopt more feminine things. I bought my first compact when I was 22, but I rarely wear make up. I have a dress that I only wear on special occasions, no shoe heels higher than 2", and definitely no skirts. I don't spend an exorbitant amount of time getting ready in the morning; in fact, much less time than my old roommate, Karl. Hmm.
10. I am not religious. I feel I am in a minority here. I wouldn't necessarily call myself atheist (technically, I call myself a Darwinist) because I'm logical and scientific. I'm a more "I'll believe it when I see it" person, so agnostic fits me better. Although both my parents went to church as children, they stopped attending as adults, and therefore I've never even stepped in a church for religious purposes. I'm actually very uncomfortable around people who peach about their faith to me (you can believe in whatever you want, I won't judge), I just don't like listening to it. I have friends and family who are deeply religious and that is perfectly fine. I'm just not used to it, I don't understand it, and it's just not for me.
If anyone wants to participate in the 30-day challenge, I found it here on Kate's blog:
http://www.canigetanotherbottleofwhine.com/p/30-day-blog-challenge-list.html?showComment=1369155985154
1. I listen to a lot of Japanese music. Mostly Jpop, and JTechno/Trance. And a lot of Anime songs. Some people can't stand that they don't understand what they're listening to (I don't know Japanese, so yeah, I could be singing along to murders and rapes for all I know - but my music is super cutesy too) but come on - how many people thought the song "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater was singing about a "Bathroom on the right"? Don't tell me that isn't what you sang!
2. I don't have an angry or depressing music. I discovered this not long ago when I was angry and decided to find a piece of my music to fit my mood. And I couldn't find one. I do have a couple of Disturbed songs, which is a Metal band and fairly lyrically depressing, but it didn't fit my current situation. I had to settle for the Goo Goo Dolls "Hate This Place". Yeah. I feel as though music is a reflection of our souls. Some people are attracted to certain music with how they feel inside. I guess I'm just a happy person!
3. I used to be afraid of the dark for a long time, and now if there's a glow in the room at all I can't sleep. Like sucking my thumb, I went way beyond normality when it came to night lights. Luckily, my ability to not pee in my bed stopped at a reasonable age.
4. I am not scared of rats, mice, snakes, beetles, or bugs, but all spiders must die. Seriously.
5. I am both very creative and logical. Just don't give me a math question. I am detail-oriented, logistical, and slightly OCD. I also love to read, write, draw, paint etc. But if you really want to make me think, tell me to tip the waiter.
6. I get socially anxious. This is a general term that encompasses both public speaking and my wall-floweredness (don't talk to me!). I'm not claustrophobic and don't mind large crowds, but that only works if they're not all focused on me. I do not do presentations. I will shake and stutter, and my face turns bright red. I can probably only handle up to 5 people staring at me at once, and beyond that all hell will break loose.
7. I sing in the shower. Honestly, I love to belt out tunes any time of the day, especially in the car. I'm not the best singer and I know this (contestants of American Idol, take note), but I sound respectably better in the shower. Must be the acoustics. Of course, I don't sing empty-handed; I always have my music in there with me.
8. I'm a geek. World of Warcraft, Warhammer (in the past. I liked to paint the figurines), Star Trek, my interest in computers and technology, Marvel movies (screw DC), computer games, Pokemon (to a point). I'm all there. And I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way.
9. I'm still a tomboy. I grew up on a "farm" of sorts, with lots of animals. My best friend as a small child was a boy. My favorite toys were not the barbies, but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. As I grew, I reluctantly began to adopt more feminine things. I bought my first compact when I was 22, but I rarely wear make up. I have a dress that I only wear on special occasions, no shoe heels higher than 2", and definitely no skirts. I don't spend an exorbitant amount of time getting ready in the morning; in fact, much less time than my old roommate, Karl. Hmm.
10. I am not religious. I feel I am in a minority here. I wouldn't necessarily call myself atheist (technically, I call myself a Darwinist) because I'm logical and scientific. I'm a more "I'll believe it when I see it" person, so agnostic fits me better. Although both my parents went to church as children, they stopped attending as adults, and therefore I've never even stepped in a church for religious purposes. I'm actually very uncomfortable around people who peach about their faith to me (you can believe in whatever you want, I won't judge), I just don't like listening to it. I have friends and family who are deeply religious and that is perfectly fine. I'm just not used to it, I don't understand it, and it's just not for me.
If anyone wants to participate in the 30-day challenge, I found it here on Kate's blog:
http://www.canigetanotherbottleofwhine.com/p/30-day-blog-challenge-list.html?showComment=1369155985154
Monday, May 20, 2013
The Life of an Online Social Butterfly
Upon speaking to a perfect stranger yesterday (okay, he's not a stranger... technically), I was reminded of my teenage years whereupon I chatted continuously with a bunch of perfect strangers day-in and day-out. My close friends know me as chatty, a good listener, a decent adviceist (yeah, I made up that word!), and hopefully helpful in a time of need. My acquaintances however, know me as quiet, shy, and probably annoyed to the point of seppuku with all your small talk. I hate when strangers try to talk to me like in an elevator and whatnot. Yet I am a complete social butterfly online.
Back when I was sixteen and roaming the interwebs, I discovered a chatbox that assigned me a nickname and popped me into a room full of other random nicknames. People were typing to each other. This was interesting. I began to type too, and realized that my social bar was going up (think The Sims). Hey, this was neat. I didn't need to be a chatterbox at school if I could talk to people in the comfort of my own bedroom. I downloaded a program called mIRC, found a couple of rooms that had good people and good conversations, and for the most part had a great time. There was some drama, some crying even, but I made some good friends. I talked with people all over the world. A folk musician in Australia, a girl in New Zealand (and don't you dare tell them their accents sound the same or they will rip you a new one), and several people from all over the USA. And out of all those people, only one in my home state. I met my fiancee, Josh, there too.
After Josh and I moved in together I dropped mIRC off the map. I didn't need it anymore. After he passed away, I tried to go back. I managed a couple of times to let the people know, who had known the both of us, about his passing. But I could never stay. It never became a habit like it was before. To this day I haven't been able to re-establish how it had been. I think a lot of that has to do with the invention of Facebook and Twitter; as those IRC chatrooms are pretty empty these days.
I got a bit of social fulfillment from World of Warcraft, an MMORPG, which basically means you're playing with a bunch of other people and you have a chat window to talk to them with. And then I dug myself in deep with Facebook and Twitter. It's different than good old-fashioned chatrooms for sure, but in a lot of ways it's better, too. You don't just talk to perfect strangers anymore; you talk to perfect strangers who share a hobby or two with you! I've met a few people (and one in real life, believe it or not. Holy crap - another person in my state!) through my Facebook and Twitter love of Alton Brown.
I love chatting it up with people. Even if you never end up meeting them in real life, you get to know them and who they are and what they love. It's fun to connect to these people on such a personal level, and it's so much more freeing than talking to people in real life because I can easily share just about anything online thanks to the anonymity it brings me.
Of course my real world friends mean everything to me too, and there's something to be said for being able to hang out and do things with people out there in the world. I'm not holed up all day in my room like I used to be (I have a smartphone now, I can hole up in the living room - lol) but seriously, having a life outside of social media is important too, and there's a balance to be had, for sure!
Back when I was sixteen and roaming the interwebs, I discovered a chatbox that assigned me a nickname and popped me into a room full of other random nicknames. People were typing to each other. This was interesting. I began to type too, and realized that my social bar was going up (think The Sims). Hey, this was neat. I didn't need to be a chatterbox at school if I could talk to people in the comfort of my own bedroom. I downloaded a program called mIRC, found a couple of rooms that had good people and good conversations, and for the most part had a great time. There was some drama, some crying even, but I made some good friends. I talked with people all over the world. A folk musician in Australia, a girl in New Zealand (and don't you dare tell them their accents sound the same or they will rip you a new one), and several people from all over the USA. And out of all those people, only one in my home state. I met my fiancee, Josh, there too.
I got a bit of social fulfillment from World of Warcraft, an MMORPG, which basically means you're playing with a bunch of other people and you have a chat window to talk to them with. And then I dug myself in deep with Facebook and Twitter. It's different than good old-fashioned chatrooms for sure, but in a lot of ways it's better, too. You don't just talk to perfect strangers anymore; you talk to perfect strangers who share a hobby or two with you! I've met a few people (and one in real life, believe it or not. Holy crap - another person in my state!) through my Facebook and Twitter love of Alton Brown.
I love chatting it up with people. Even if you never end up meeting them in real life, you get to know them and who they are and what they love. It's fun to connect to these people on such a personal level, and it's so much more freeing than talking to people in real life because I can easily share just about anything online thanks to the anonymity it brings me.
Of course my real world friends mean everything to me too, and there's something to be said for being able to hang out and do things with people out there in the world. I'm not holed up all day in my room like I used to be (I have a smartphone now, I can hole up in the living room - lol) but seriously, having a life outside of social media is important too, and there's a balance to be had, for sure!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
I Go to Places Out of Spite
I'm stubborn. I'll admit it. If I feel short-changed, jipped, or otherwise left out of an experience I ought to have had, I will make sure I get that experience come hell or high water. In fact, high water is what stopped me from sharing an experience I had yesterday with my friend David.
[EDIT: Yes, I know now that "jipped" is spelled wrong. However, because 'gypped' is a derogatory slang term, I will continue to spell it wrong under principle] :P
For a couple months now, I was eagerly awaiting the melting of mountain snow to take David to this place I'd found as a kid. A place that, when I try to tell people about it, they give me strange looks or make fun of me, including my own husband. This certain place I'd found as a child had cropped up in my memory a couple of years back and I was determined to find it once again. It took me and my husband a lot of traveling to campgrounds that my parents and I had visited several years ago, in order to find it. And my husband was not very pleased at being dragged around in order to locate a stupid rock. Well, it wasn't stupid to me and that's all that mattered. I finally did find it again, and as happy as I was, I really wanted to share this adventure with someone else who would appreciate it, as my husband was not one of those people.
David loves nature and he loves to hike, and we're talking mountaineering hikes, not just little 4 mile day trips that I like to take. No one else I know seems to love the woods as much as he does, so I figured he was the perfect person to share this experience with. It wasn't an easy thing to plan, as I have no one at my job to cover for me when I take a day off, and weekends were out of the question because he works and it was very much an all day trip due to the drive. I finally was able to take this specific Monday off due to extenuating circumstances in the office, and just hoped the weather would be okay.
Turns out it wasn't the weather that I had to worry about.
This campground I wanted to go to was called Eight Mile Campground because it was eight miles from the Bavarian tourist town known as Leavenworth. It's a 3 hour drive from my location and the weather was iffy. All the different websites were giving different results: from a 10% chance at rain, to a full-on thunderstorm. We were just going to have to risk it. We arrived, and the weather was very spring-like, being indecisive between rain and sunshine. That was fine. My problem was trying to find the rock. I was having a hell of a time and I didn't know why. When my husband and I visited back in 2011 (not knowing yet if this was the place that even had the rock) I'd found it fairly easily. Now, I was walking David back and forth, up and down the river (which was running very high due to melting mountain snow) and I was getting frustrated as to why I couldn't find it. I would walk the trail I knew looked vaguely familar, stop, and stare down at the riverbank as if it looked more familiar down there - but the water was too high to go down there. Eventally, David asked if I still had the video from my last visit on the camcorder. I did, and believe it or not, he was able to triagulate the position of where the rock should be based on what was on the other side of the river and the view of the mountains. (What a skill! I'm sure glad he knows how to do this, as I'm sure it comes in handy with mountaineering.) And when we found the rock, I understood why I'd had such a difficult time.
Mt. St. Helens
Chopstix (for the dueling pianos)
[EDIT: Yes, I know now that "jipped" is spelled wrong. However, because 'gypped' is a derogatory slang term, I will continue to spell it wrong under principle] :P
For a couple months now, I was eagerly awaiting the melting of mountain snow to take David to this place I'd found as a kid. A place that, when I try to tell people about it, they give me strange looks or make fun of me, including my own husband. This certain place I'd found as a child had cropped up in my memory a couple of years back and I was determined to find it once again. It took me and my husband a lot of traveling to campgrounds that my parents and I had visited several years ago, in order to find it. And my husband was not very pleased at being dragged around in order to locate a stupid rock. Well, it wasn't stupid to me and that's all that mattered. I finally did find it again, and as happy as I was, I really wanted to share this adventure with someone else who would appreciate it, as my husband was not one of those people.
David loves nature and he loves to hike, and we're talking mountaineering hikes, not just little 4 mile day trips that I like to take. No one else I know seems to love the woods as much as he does, so I figured he was the perfect person to share this experience with. It wasn't an easy thing to plan, as I have no one at my job to cover for me when I take a day off, and weekends were out of the question because he works and it was very much an all day trip due to the drive. I finally was able to take this specific Monday off due to extenuating circumstances in the office, and just hoped the weather would be okay.
Turns out it wasn't the weather that I had to worry about.
This campground I wanted to go to was called Eight Mile Campground because it was eight miles from the Bavarian tourist town known as Leavenworth. It's a 3 hour drive from my location and the weather was iffy. All the different websites were giving different results: from a 10% chance at rain, to a full-on thunderstorm. We were just going to have to risk it. We arrived, and the weather was very spring-like, being indecisive between rain and sunshine. That was fine. My problem was trying to find the rock. I was having a hell of a time and I didn't know why. When my husband and I visited back in 2011 (not knowing yet if this was the place that even had the rock) I'd found it fairly easily. Now, I was walking David back and forth, up and down the river (which was running very high due to melting mountain snow) and I was getting frustrated as to why I couldn't find it. I would walk the trail I knew looked vaguely familar, stop, and stare down at the riverbank as if it looked more familiar down there - but the water was too high to go down there. Eventally, David asked if I still had the video from my last visit on the camcorder. I did, and believe it or not, he was able to triagulate the position of where the rock should be based on what was on the other side of the river and the view of the mountains. (What a skill! I'm sure glad he knows how to do this, as I'm sure it comes in handy with mountaineering.) And when we found the rock, I understood why I'd had such a difficult time.
Stupid mini river - you're not supposed to be there!
You're blocking the way!
You're blocking the way!
My rock is buried under the water *sad panda face*
The river had been running so high that the trail I would have normally taken to the rock was buried under water. And so was my rock. So all my hopes were dashed that we would sit out there on my rock, in the middle of a raging river, and eat our lunch while we enjoyed the view. A trip, once full of purpose, had become pointless.
We ate lunch at the campground and I drove us home. The fact that we even made it home in one piece was a miracle in-and-of-itself. That possible thunderstorm I mentioned earlier? It was coming. And I was driving on a mountain pass with it barreling down on us. The torrential downpour was scary enough, but my tires were not being cooperative. I felt as though I was being pushed around by wind, even though it actually wasn't that windy. The car felt mostly out of my control a lot of the time, but we made it out alive. And the clincher? Because it was a Monday, we got stuck in afternoon rush hour on our way back. *sigh*. It just wasn't the trip I had hoped for.
I mean, it wasn't all for naught. I got to spend some quality time with my friend, and we were able to explore the area a bit, which was nice. I guess I'm just saddened by the fact that he didn't get to see what I had, and now never would. I wanted to get that sense from somebody that I wasn't crazy - that this place of my childhood was worth going to and experiencing.
Can I get a redo?
PS - Other places still to re-visit out of spite:
Hurricane Ridge
Alcatraz (tickets sold out)
Friday, May 10, 2013
Go outside? But it's like... 80 out there!
Time for another Finish the Sentence Friday! This week we have:
This summer, I plan to...
For once in my life I actually have summer plans. Wow, who knew I could do that? It kind of hinges on friendship support, though. Since I don't do things alone (and lets be honest here, would it be any fun by yourself?) I need to drag a friend or two along on my crazy trips!
1. Hiking
There are a few places I want to go this summer, and one of them I'm doing this Monday! I won't go into detail about this specific rock a friend and I found when we went camping with my parents one weekend when I was about 15, but sufice it to say, it's a damn cool rock. Shaped like a L for perfect lounging, right in touch with a raging river and the best view of some dead mountains (This is eastern WA we're talking about, here).
Another place is called Ohanapecosh (being Washington, a lot of things are named from or by the Native Americans. You should check out a list of our cities. Humptulips I think is my favorite). There's a nice hiking trail there that leads to a beautiful waterfall. And the water there is gorgeous!
It's also been a while since I've been to the Hoh Rainforest (yet another awesome name), and want to go back there as well.
EDIT: How could I not mention High Rock?! That is the one place on this list I haven't been to already! Apparently, the views are spectacular.
2. Swimming
I miss swimming. I don't do it nearly often enough because summer doesn't last very long around here. And unlike my blogger friend Kate Hall, whose blog describes the exact opposite, I muchly prefer to swim in a lake as opposed to a pool for the exact opposite reasons! Pools are boring and full of chorline and people and children (yes, children aren't people) :P , might as well just swim some damn laps. That's all a pool is good for. No, I want the mucky water. The seaweed. The lily pads. I don't freak out if I see a little fish. And how can you beat having the warm sun on your face, and the nice cool breeze and the fresh air?! Of course it would be nice to actually swim in water that you could see in, as I do have goggles. But sometimes, you have to sacrifice clear water for a little privacy. There's a lake not far from my parent's place that I used to swim in as a kid. It's privately owned by a couple houses in the area (that you can't even see from the lake), so you have to park and walk. There are no toys or bathrooms. Just a couple of landings to get into the water, and the rest of it is surrounded by trees. Not many people (especially kids) come here because it is not a park. No bouys, no life guards. It's perfect. Every time I come, I swim to the other side of the lake and pick a lily. They're usually full of little black bugs, but they smell great lol.
This summer, I plan to...
For once in my life I actually have summer plans. Wow, who knew I could do that? It kind of hinges on friendship support, though. Since I don't do things alone (and lets be honest here, would it be any fun by yourself?) I need to drag a friend or two along on my crazy trips!
1. Hiking
There are a few places I want to go this summer, and one of them I'm doing this Monday! I won't go into detail about this specific rock a friend and I found when we went camping with my parents one weekend when I was about 15, but sufice it to say, it's a damn cool rock. Shaped like a L for perfect lounging, right in touch with a raging river and the best view of some dead mountains (This is eastern WA we're talking about, here).
View from da rock
Another place is called Ohanapecosh (being Washington, a lot of things are named from or by the Native Americans. You should check out a list of our cities. Humptulips I think is my favorite). There's a nice hiking trail there that leads to a beautiful waterfall. And the water there is gorgeous!
It's also been a while since I've been to the Hoh Rainforest (yet another awesome name), and want to go back there as well.
EDIT: How could I not mention High Rock?! That is the one place on this list I haven't been to already! Apparently, the views are spectacular.
2. Swimming
I miss swimming. I don't do it nearly often enough because summer doesn't last very long around here. And unlike my blogger friend Kate Hall, whose blog describes the exact opposite, I muchly prefer to swim in a lake as opposed to a pool for the exact opposite reasons! Pools are boring and full of chorline and people and children (yes, children aren't people) :P , might as well just swim some damn laps. That's all a pool is good for. No, I want the mucky water. The seaweed. The lily pads. I don't freak out if I see a little fish. And how can you beat having the warm sun on your face, and the nice cool breeze and the fresh air?! Of course it would be nice to actually swim in water that you could see in, as I do have goggles. But sometimes, you have to sacrifice clear water for a little privacy. There's a lake not far from my parent's place that I used to swim in as a kid. It's privately owned by a couple houses in the area (that you can't even see from the lake), so you have to park and walk. There are no toys or bathrooms. Just a couple of landings to get into the water, and the rest of it is surrounded by trees. Not many people (especially kids) come here because it is not a park. No bouys, no life guards. It's perfect. Every time I come, I swim to the other side of the lake and pick a lily. They're usually full of little black bugs, but they smell great lol.
I just read that these are an non-native, invasive species. Go figure.
And for some reason, I remember these as looking more like
large tulips. But I couldn't find a picture of one of those.
I do have to buy another swimsuit, as I keep losing weight and the ones I have are monterously too big now (QQ moar, Amy), and I also have to fish my swimming gear (yeah, I have "gear"! Don't judge me :P ) out of storage. I tread water so bad that I require fins. And who doesn't want to pretend to be a dolphin sometimes?! (I know I do!). Hopefully I can get to it - I think I threw it all back behind my grill and would require some serious moving of furniture to get out. Sigh. Wish me luck!
Monday, May 6, 2013
Move On
Shell of a person
lone in the wild
Who cares for you now?
Slipping away
the darkness is calling
Who is there for you now?
Take away the pain
hold yourself close
Because no one is there now.
Life is so meaningless
careless and cold
Always alone now.
lone in the wild
Who cares for you now?
Slipping away
the darkness is calling
Who is there for you now?
Take away the pain
hold yourself close
Because no one is there now.
Life is so meaningless
careless and cold
Always alone now.
Your dependancy on people
isolates you.
Your need for acceptance
destroys you.
Your caring for others
tortures you.
isolates you.
Your need for acceptance
destroys you.
Your caring for others
tortures you.
Can you rid yourself of
this feeling?
Can you progress from
your pain?
Can you accept
the inevitable?
this feeling?
Can you progress from
your pain?
Can you accept
the inevitable?
Move on
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