Here in New England the clouds have been gathering and the talk of the impending storm has audibly increased. It started with the little glimpses and whispers from as far down as North Carolina but now even New York has been hit and we are next in line. This is a noreaster and as I was informed by Rich, will hit us even more severely because of our close proximity to the coast. We pray that this will be the storm of storms to welcome the winter. We are planning excursions of shovelling and igloo making. We also add in a few more things in prayer, such as cancellations and other things to keep from marring our fabulous day together! Wonderful snow torrents and wind build us a fortress of crystalline quietness, that will easily succumb to hot breaths and warm hands. Fall, fast and furious, frenzied flakes!!

Oh gosh it's almost a month since I've written. Busy, busy beaver. gotta run.
Me

Ooh. It's Monday and I'm tired. It's cold, cold, cold. I can hardly wake up in the mornings for it's so dark and cold. Just want to snuggle under cooling sheets and keep the warmth from escaping my body. Most mornings it seems the cold room grabs it from my toes then my ankles and legs, until I have to struggle out of bed and rub my arms, keeping them against my chest. Then I have to trudge around feeding the cats, usually the older one is crying his head off. Then I have to take dishes out of the dishwasher, and do other steps that my groggy mind can handle. I'm tired but I need to get back into shape. I must go for now.

Me

Oh my god!!! I went to bed totally in shock thinking that the Red Sox would actually win this ACLS and so to bed I went at the top of the 8th with the Sox at 5 and NYY at 2 and I was resigned that with only less than an hour to go they would win. I warned Rich that there may be rioting and to sleepyland I went. Now imagine this, I actually had a dream that Mike told me, after I asked him, did the Yankees win? and he said, the Sox never had a chance, it's the curse. And I didn't hear anything coming from the street an hour later when I woke up for a bit. hahaha And this morning I leapt out of bed and no channel was talking about it! Then I flipped to the New Hampshire channel but nada, because they were talking about the stockmarket. So to NECN and bam! That's when I found out that it took til the 11th inning for something to come about, but that at the time when I left there was a turn in events. Yankees win. YANKEES.
Then I told myself, geez, how the Bambino loves to watch them actually get so high up, so close, til the last game with one more inning left to have them win, and he mocks them, drops 'em like a hot potato. Damn, that's good. And we thank him for that. Woohoo. Now my fevah has dissipated and I wont mind if they win the World Series or not. Til tomorrow!

Me

We're planning to go and view School of Rock because we are big fans of Jack Black. We even dug him in the movie Airborne. Hey I have "tribute" and I'm obsessed over his skat singing and try to sing along but only come to realize that I'm ruining a good song by singing along with it. Okay that's it for now. See you all soon.

Me

Hey just checked to see who or what kind of animal was checking out my site and found that someone came across my site by typing in "woman are bitches". I was quite humiliated when I saw the obvious misspelling on that! Mea culpa (my bad). That was one of my chemistry/physics teachers favorite phrases, (ixnay the 'my bad'). But time to write write write. Gotta go. Kisses.
Me

Quiet on the front. Saw Kill Bill today and thought it was decent. It's a little outlandish but that's Tarantino. I appreciate kick ass chicks but I was troubled how she seemed not so kick ass, almost ungraceful, but you have to take in the fact that she's not up to speed. (I don't want to ruin it for those who haven't seen it).

I told Rich that he could be the president o' the US and I would love to be the first lady, more of the charitable, trophy lady. Now don't get all huffy you feminist. Everyone is a feminist if you ask them the right question...But I certainly wouldn't be making speeches. I'll be a strong woman no matter what! However, as usual, Rich and I are competing for the same job. He wants to be the trophy lady too. Go figure.

List of Kick Ass Chicks (please add more in comments if you think of any more)
(I think of Martial arts when I think of Kick ass but feel free)
Michelle Yeoh as Yu Shu Lien in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
Ziyi Zhang as Xiou Long in same
Oh Lara Croft Tomb Raider
Um.. Trinity - The Matrix
Samara Morgan- Scary chick who kicks ass!
Add more!

Well um, running on empty. Did not sleep for long and I was up early and I'm just pooped. I've caught some kind of baseball bug, it's hard not to when I am from New York, grew up and raised in the Bronx and never ever knew that outside my world there would be people who actually hate the Yankees. I was never a baseball fan but it's almost as if I have to defend them because they're my peeps and after moving to Boston for escuela I have actually been harassed for wearing a Yankees jacket and having NY plates. From then on it's been quills for this chica. After that incident I treasure every loss that the Red Sux endure from the Yankees. haha I can't sit and watch it though. Baseball is a boring sport. I just like to know when we kick ass. YANKEES. woo. haha Please excuse me it'll be done in a week.
Me

hey just to let you know leen's new site is bebymsz. I think she's trying to keep it secret but really it's not hard to figure it out. That's leen for you. okee that's all for now.
Me

Rich brought us two separate tongue scrapers (i have to make it clear that they're separate because it would be gross otherwise). I have always been an avid tongue scraper, using toothbrushes and spoons, (yes I know a lot of you are going "ew") but now I have a dedicated tongue scraper. I don't really need it since I have amazing breath, even when I wake up, but I like to do it anyway because it's less bacteria in my mouth and less chance of getting ill. I suspect Rocco from The Restaurant makes great food. Why? Because he is a finger sampler, meaning he's transferring his saliva onto the food creating delicious entrees, appetizers, etc. I have this belief that it takes good saliva to make good food. People (namely Rich) suspect that I spit in the food and hence making something so delicious it is beyond compare. And from this theory I can only conclude that Rocco makes good food. Please see Tuesday 10/8/03 episode on Bravo, when he finally gets into the kitchem instead of schmoozing with the customers.
By the way, I forgot to mention that I saw the movie Holes on dvd and I recommend you all to see it. The book was good and so was the movie.
OKEE see y'all soon
Me

Ooops, you're right mick, it is "rubber shoes"! hahaha. der. Well I have two sided news. The smell is no longer below my window because the neighborhood coyote has dug it up and was eating it, though it's been decaying for quite a while now. However, a car came upon him and he fled leaving the nasty bit o' goods upon our lawn, but finally now it's visible! So Chris came around and picked it up and got rid of it. We don't know where and how he has gotten rid of it but there seems to be a smell coming from the trash barrels that made Rich and me gag and point fingers at one another. After checking our shoes (and found nothing) we first blamed the orange cat but then we decided that the carcass was thrown by the trash barrels. But the other side of this coin is that, though there is no longer a horrible smell, it's too cold here in NE to open my window and my cat and I are both disappointed.

I am working on a short story that is about death. I wont post it because I want to try to publish it in the Watermark. By the way, in my search for the Watermark and submissions I found someone who will be a fiction juror who posted this fact on his blogspot! haha. Should I post his site? (I think it's a guy). Here it is: imshane.blogspot.com Maybe I'll make it good with him. haha.

Oh going back to the first subject...I took pictures of the poor little animal creating such a horrendous smell and it's not a bunny. It seems it may be a 'possum. I compared tails with real/dead possum babies (that I mentioned earlier this summer) and they match. You couldn't go with anything else because it was too mangled and decayed but the tail stayed true. So maybe I will post it. But moot. Okeledokelee.

See y'all soon.

Me

Here's something I'm working on. This isn't the last draft, I'm still working on it:

Kamay-kamay is what my mom would call it as we ate rice. She would say it in mocking tones as my brother and I would struggle to ball rice between our fingers as deftly as she could. She looked at us with pity and amusement and a bit of repulsion as we ate left-handed, dropping more than just grains onto the plastic table cloth, and struggled with the other bits that refused to unstick from our fingers, which also had its share of unwarranted bites. But the blandness of the rice and the biting saltiness of bulad went so well together that our struggles were rewarded in the end. Although we never became dexterous in this art, we managed a decent semblance after some more practice but we opted, after a while, for the fork and spoon.
My parents’ climb hand over hand, struggling with American culture, into a right fit took a long time to master and they had a tendency to fall back into their original nook. With some things it was easier to slip back than keep grasp of what was there, mostly just missing the smoothness of the American speech, settling for harsher tones, settling for what they were familiar with. To say “tennis shoes” instead of sneakers or "pi-cha" instead of pizza, oh how we cringed when this was said in front of friends. We would mock them behind their backs or to their faces. In exasperated tones, “Mom! Say hand. Haand, not hun!” and we’d hear her repeat over and over “hane-duh” until she forgot and speak in rapid English, as if to get it over with quickly, “wush your huns na, pi-cha’s here.”

Yar, just posted some old stories on mulberrystreet. There's one quick one about living in the apartment. A quick event, nothing too great but I think it's fun. I have to write essays so I will keep this short. See you all soon.

Me

Ugh, can we quit using the word "normalcy"? I think after 9/11 was the first time I heard it used and it hasn't stopped since then. When will we finally return to normalcy and not use the word normalcy? Huh? We should replace it with the word "minute" not the "watch" related word but rather the "micro" related word. Today we finally declared that we are back to minute. See? screws you up when you read it. That's why I chose this word. I always thing normalcy should be normalacy. Nor-mal-uh-si. I gotta go.

Me

Yes it's been a week and few days since my birthday and there's a funny smell happening outside my window. I suspect a dead little creature, perhaps a squirrel or the poor bunny that i've been feeding lettuce to, or maybe another 'possum. The bunny track seems more plausible because today Rich and I spotted another bunny sitting right by the carcass bush, perhaps looking for its mother. I tried to take pictures of the carcass but could not find where it had hidden itself. I think perhaps one of the neighborhood dogs or cats have found it and injured it and Rich said that it was alive enough to crawl beneath our bush and die therewith. It reeks to high heaven and when I open my window the smell comes crashing into my room. My cat doesn't seem to enjoy it either for she hardly stays at the window for long periods. I left lettuce for the bunny under the bush. However I scared it away by trying to take pictures. The flies have come to congregate by my door and await their maggots to ascend to the skies and follow their ways. And so with death comes life. And so my story ends.

Me

Oh and so my birthday came and went. It was decent. I got tons of stationery from my aunt! four books, not counting the books Mike forgot to send me! 3 CDs..., money, a brand spanking new hand mixer, one book light, a page mark dictionary (that I had fun with last night), 4 cards and two text messages wishing me a good one and one email. Mom woke me up to sing me Happy Birthday over the phone. Yeah i'm cool. haha I also made a birthday cake and due to its gooeyness started to flop on one side and other foods to be included are chicken marsala, marinated chicken wings, tiramisu, crap soup, lumpia filling (cause only Mike eats the wrapper), and slammin' salmon pesto. So we had a little feast, the 3 of us (in actuality it was four). Soot doesn't eat our food. Rich took a few pictures of the cake and the whole ceremony with the blowing and the opening and the eating and cooking and the going to the post office and supermarket. Perhaps I shall post a few for you lucky people out there. All in all twas a good day. Oh and I happened to follow a cake recipe that asked you to drizzle on some raspberry liqueur which I thought was delicious after having a slice but it seemed that two other people found it too alcohol-ish and I left before more people complained, except I must add that Rich had three slices...(1/4 of the cake). And it was a small cake. He claims it was just "to make sure..." I'll leave it to you.

Oh Mick Happy 17th birthday today! yay!

Two days until my b-day and here I am happy pappy. Nothin going on right now, waiting for my presents to come in so where are they guys? haha dun worri. lalala. I'm making some of my birthday dishes tomorrow and also the day of. Tiramisu is better the next day so I'm making it tomorrow for wednesday. I don't know what else to make. I can't have anyone else make it cause, trust me, no one can cook in this household but me. I'd probably end up eating something bland or some kind of meat smothered in some flavoring and thrown in the oven...nada mucho losah. gotta go.

Me

Mick, isn't it funny, concerning Andy Roddick...there's a lot of funny ways to play with his name. Like it's fun andy roddick (and erotic) or in cockney accent "that's an 'andy rod Dick." etc. etc. Yes I'm just freaking out right now. no real excuse as to why, just didn't get a call back from the people who are interviewing me! ahhhhhh. gotta go. acting up again.

Me

oohoo someone's birthday's coming up! (it's mine) I have a three year plan, hopefully it will all come together smoothly. Shh. I've let myself stink up, good thing Rich smells worse that it covers up any coming from me...Oh I would like to say that no we have not gotten over September 11th. Just remembering it's anniversary has made me feel weird. It's remnants of PTSD or something like that. That was my worse semester at school ever. I should file a complaint because the teachers whose classes I didn't do well in were the ones who didn't talk about it and had no sympathy to their students. I am sorry to say that they are both gone because I would have liked to discuss these issues with them. Horrendous. I still feel ansy about it and have a fear that there may be more to come.

PMS-ing. I'm frustrated with everyone around me. I threw a crying fit at Rich and he declared "Michelle's Special Day" which entails a day at the bookstore where he bought me a new book, and he bought me a few treats. (dog like) I don't know if I should continue to perpetuate the myth that woman are bitches during their premenses period, but I really hormonally cannot help it one bit. Today I called him an ass for having a stomach ache. Does this time of the month also cause me to have horrible thoughts towards other females? Well I can't really say "other females" just his mother. It's bordering disrespect... What would my mother say? Well I've had it about ten years now and yet I still don't know what will come up. It's been really stressful lately and I have no idea why. I'm leaving now, but I will post a vampire teaser story on my other blogsite. Click on this :o) See y'all soon.

Me

Everyone says, "oh thank god it's Friday". We even have restaurants dedicated to this god of the week. TGIF sprang up, the father of other acronyms such as the ever famous "lol", "ttfn", "omg", NATO. But folks I've come to declare that I have gone against the grain and I have denounced Friday as a working man's day of worship. No! I cast Friday into a pit of fire and brimstone. I now am prone to shuddering at the thought of Friday's imminent appearance. Why you ask would I act this blasphemy? Because I have placed upon myself the burden of Saturday classes. Not only Saturday classes but morning classes to top it off. But if I curse Friday what shall be Friday's replacement? Simple you fools! Sunday of course. They have switched, the ironic Freaky Friday. Ah and now truly Sunday is the day of rest. By abhorring the golden calf of Friday I have found the light in the Sabbath. Tread firmly upon this sacred ground for you are blessed. Fare thee well.

Me.

Ooh Thursday! 13 more days before my birthday. Oh and listen to this info, my poem has been accepted for a little magazine called Poetry Motel. I was all excited and shocked. haha. Like a giddy school girl. I still have to send my release form in but don't worry it's in the mail today! woohoo. The funny thing is that it's my first publication (for real, not counting anthology books and online publications) and they don't pay anything but only in contributor's copies, but I'll send them over to my family, or even copies (as in xerox). But it's better to have some real copies. Now this has given me a little push to send out more (for money) haha. I'm also working on short stories to send out. Ooh!! haha Gotta go. Thanks everyone! It's beautiful today, even though it's raining.

Me

It's raining here and finally the noisy/nosy neighbors have tromped off to school. Am I using "tromp" correctly? Well one definition is to stamp hard, but the other definition is to give a physical beating. Sometimes with all their noise I'd like to tromp on them...now now, don't get all politically correct on me, I would never do it...It's hard to speak freely in a country so full of censorship. Hey man, you can write what ever you want to, as long as it's not in my face. Do I go around advertising my blog? No, but then I don't yap about things that I don't think is decent enough to spell out here do i? Well decency is all relative. As my professor would say, it is a "jar word". If some people are decent then there are people out there who are indecent, but what is indecent? We are all decent! How dare you infer your idea of what decent is to me. I have my own thoughts of what is and what isn't. Intelligence is a jar word. If I say I'm intelligent I'm inferring that some people aren't intelligent, right away I'm separating you from me, but what the heck is intelligence? There's different types of intelligence, yes? Now there are types? woo. No wonder we can't live together. Too busy separating eachother from our own unique selves. I'm not preaching, you've seen me write about how much I dislike Kelley and Linda and everyone in this hell hole but I can dish it out. I don't go around saying "practice what you preach", maybe if we just didn't have so many stupid people.

Me

Happy Labor Day if you're here in the U.S. But Labor day is not a good holiday, it beckons us on with the temptation of barbecues and sports and get togethers. It's been waving to us from the beginning of summer, smiling provocatively until we think, hey that doesn't look so bad, and so we move closer, closer and we can smell the hot dogs and hamburgers and we're like, yeah there's no sign of fall here! This looks like summer to me. So we step up, innocently enough, over the threshold and behind us the door to summer locks with a quiet click, and we don't realize that we can never step back into the land of summer for a full year! We are now trapped in the land of quickly changing days, nights that are eager to begin even if we're not, cool weather that at first soothes our sun burnt skin and parched tongues but suddenly drops to frigid temperatures where even putting on all our clothes is never warm enough. Welcome to a New England end of summer bash where prices are 50 percent off. Our only hope is the thought of the few summer days that will once again hurriedly pass us by in a year. Welcome fall!

Me.

P.S. fall happens to be one of my more favorite times of the year. Summer my least.

Oh no! Tomorrow is the last day in August. We will never see this August again! And then? 17 days til my birthday! I know vaguely or rather, non specifically what my brother's getting me and I know what Rich is getting me. (or i think i know) (or he thinks he knows what I want...but i want something else) (not a very good hint is it?) (come on you can do it! make me proud, september is a sapphire birthstone...) anywho, luckily for me I love the color blue. I left my Poisonwood Bible in the car, don't ask! We finally saw Finding Nemo yesterday. It was ok. I'm upset at the no singing rule. I mean even Shrek had singing. ooh shrek two coming out next year. la la la, lalala, la la la, lalala (that's the little tune Fiona hums as she kills a mother bird and takes its eggs). But i was laughing over the scene in Nemo where the other fish grabs the little squid, and screams "whoa! saved you from the edge!" and she squirts out "oh no! you made me ink!" hahaha. it's much funnier done in children's voices. Children!! Loll-i-pops! It doesn't compare to my chitty chitty bang bang. I think they wanted to call that car something dirty but they had to bleep it out and just say "chitty chitty bang bang". we love you. I have three songs from chicago, 'we both reached for the gun', 'when you're good to mama', 'cell block tango'. Chill out, they're all paid for. geez. ok gotta run out in the sun owt!

Buh-bye
Me

I am struggling with writing, not due to any writer's block or such, though I would have to be a true writer to have writer's block. I can't really describe this scribble as writing, but ya know. It's basically due to the fall-is-here feeling that makes me ansy, expectant and somewhat opposed to the fact that school is beginning again. geez! I can't seem to sit my butt down to jot down a few short stories for practice. I get to the beginning of things and then my characters leave me out of it and I'm left with an intro and no further story! Insane. I wrote that "nursery jive" and now I don't care nor do I have a clue what's going to happen. I started writing about single life, or rather the wish of being single, but it's fictitious, pretentious and downright silly. I have not deleted it. It's hard to kill your child, even if it's a monster. All i want is a few "short shorts" (short stories that don't exceed a few thousand words or so, or something like that) (not short pants). Looking at the word "short" i've realized that I've never really seen it before. It looks as if it's spelled wrong or something. Man even the words are turning on me. Well the only solution to that is to read! I'm reading the Poisonwood Bible. I forget if i've mentioned this already. Any way. I (or Rich rather) just looked more into the Bowling for Columbine documentary and we've found out that a lot of it is doctored. But i guess what isn't right? We want to persuade you into a thinking this way and how else but in editing? For example, any reality tv show, any courtroom for that matter, they want to portray the side that makes the audience feel either sympathetic or angered or some feeling besides indifference. you want them involved and you can skew their thinking by how you present the facts. Watch it anyway because it certainly affected me and you can have that experience too. Enough for today! Not in a joking mood!

Me

Haha I was laughing over the Jessica Simpson comment. It's true. Yeah I was shocked at how fast the summer went by. Damn these MTEL people! I still have not received my scores yet. And yet I'm scared to get them. How long does it take to grade a simple scantron and a few essays? "Scores will be mailed 34-36 days after the test". Heaven help us! I will be posting a few pictures of my kitty-bitty, Soot. Or as my Aunt says "scot". Or my mother "soothe". Hello? I think she finally got it right, except she still can't say it correctly, what with the accent and all. I'm not even first generation, though my brother is. It comes out more like the way it's spelled rather than "sut". She should say it more like how you would say "to wear" in tagalog. haha except one syllable! Rich always makes fun of our incessant doubling of words, escpecially names. Jing-jing, ching-ching, che-che, jan-jan. hmm I just looked on google for more examples and I think I found a place where they sell their daughters to foreigners, especially americans. well that just ruined my appetite. gotta go, my "husband" is calling. he likes to be referred to as "master". Maybe I shouldn't have responded to the first letter I received...

Me.

Sorry guys, our internet has been down due to a thunderstorm we had on Friday. It's only been up since yesterday. Hey Mick you better get reading. Check out my previous blogs for notes on Ethan Frome. Somewhere in July. haha. I just saw the dvd for LOTR the Two Towers and I must say it made me ansy for the third one to come on. This is the rumors I've heard...in december, two weeks before the last one comes out, they will run the first two with additional, never before seen footage! Like Pippins and Merry's time at Treebeard's home, and interaction between Faramir and Boromir, before Boromir sets out on his quest for the fellowship. These were all things in the book that they had to delete or we'd have a four hour long movie. Tonight's the night for Mars everyone so remember to go check it out. oops. 5:51 AM i guess we missed it. haha. darn it. Try it anyway, you should be able to see it. Idiot!!

I haven't even written anything, although there is something I sort of conjured up but it's neither finished nor really begun. I still have to set up all the characters. I'll post it on the Chronicles. Click on "the chronicles". Another site is my pics site. I will try to post some pics today so that you all can see it. Hope ya like it! Click this. Okay that's it for now. Gotta work!

Me.

Yes that episode was funny. Rich and I were laughing at how she looked at Nick with those lovely, dull eyes and asked "Was that stupid?" What is it like to go through life asking people if what you did or said was stupid or not? It's humid and hot here in NE. I heard report of thunderstorms tonight. Oops Mick, I had forgotten to check the button on the order prints page so that it would be sent to you. Oh well. Dun worry abou it. Ooh I wonder how the weather is in Brazil. They're the southern Hem, right? Isn't it supposed to be winter over there? I remember a friend of mine went to Argentina for the summer and told me that she actually got to go skiing because of the snow. Isn't that just funny? Oh hey, I'm sure you all have had forwards upon forwards about this, but just in case you haven't on August 26-26 look up at the night sky and you'll see Mars. Here this was taken from space.com:

"By late August 2003, when it[Mars] will be about 191 million miles closer, the reddish point of light in our night sky will appear more than six times larger and shine some 85 times brighter than it appears now.

At 5:51 a.m. EDT on Aug. 27, 2003, Mars will be within 34,646,418 miles (55,758,006 kilometers) of Earth. This will be the closest that Mars has come to our planet in nearly 60,000 years."


Hope you guys get to see it! Okay see y'all later. I'll post more from Robert on the other blog. tata
Me

I just saw Chicago and I liked it. The songs were good and catchy, the movie a bit funny, sad and fast moving. I also suggest The Hours, that's great. I am waiting around for 4:30 so I can catch the Newlyweds Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. I heard there's a funny part where she doesn't know if Chicken of the Sea is tuna or chicken...haha. They were eating tuna sandwiches. hmm i wonder what it is. Okee I gotta run. I got my car's battery changed today. Not really my car though... ya know how it is. Ok see y'all later.

Me

I've just seen Bowling for Columbine and I must say it is a good documentary because it gives you an issue and tries to unravel its causes but really comes to no specific reason as to why it occurs, but gives you many pieces of the puzzle. It would be beating a dead horse to tell you all to rent it, but rent it. It's sarcastic and witty and does teach you something. Did you know that in England 65 people in the last year died by a gun, while in Australia only 63, and in Japan 39, but in the U.S.? 11,000+. Amazing. What's even more amazing that in Canada's 10 million pop, 7 million own guns but only 100+ people were shot and killed with a gun in the last year. Funny huh? You can't really say that it's our violent history when looking back on European and Asian history there has been so much bloodshed and wars caused by the imperialist system. You can't say it's poverty because Canada has a higher unemployment rate than the U.S., maybe the violent images on t.v. and movies? well more violent video games are manufactured in Japan and Asia than here, and they see the same amount of movies, mostly the gory stuff, when they interviewed teens. Then what? I dunno. A lot of fear was discussed and that's definitely something I've seen. Well think it over, night night.
Me

I rented Chicago and Bowling for Columbine. Didn't get a chance to see them yet though. I haven't written anything decent in a while. Some gobbledegook that I'm sure when I read it again will look as though a 5 year old may have written it. I'll post up more Robert stuff on the Mulberry Street blog but I haven't progressed in that one. I will have to force myself to sit down and type tomorrow. Today I'm just too tired. I haven't finished the Stephen King book yet and already I'm itching to read the Poisonwood Bible. Hope it's good, it's an Oprah book club book too, but that doesn't mean anything because she chose She's Come Undone and I had to read that for a psych class and it was terrible. Lifetime movie-esque. I just saw Stir of Echoes, with Kevin Bacon. Don't. It's not worth it. There were some scary parts but the rest were eh.

I think I will go and make some chocolate chip cookies. Too bad I threw out the bag, now I'll have to conjure up the recipe outta my butt. Okay I'll post something for Mulberry Street. More Robert stuff. Hope y'all like it.

Me

Hey all! Went to Plimoth Plantation today and took pictures. I've made up a quick webpage for you all to see it. No pictures of me and Rich of course, gotta keep that undercover. Click Here for Pictures! Hope you like it.

Me...will type more later, or tomorrow.

I'm a little tired. Rich and I didn't get to bed til late last night and I got up early this morning because a cat came and bounced on top of me and gave me an ear full of meowing. I don't know, i think it's when she gets up from sleeping to find us still in bed that she thinks we have to be woken up too. Bugle like. If I've gone in the morning and Rich is still asleep she'll bound right on top of him and caterwaul. But if one of us is up and is in the room she'll let the other sleep in peace. She probably just likes to know that somone is there and available for attention. If she were to post an ad in the newspaper she'd probably write:" i need someone who can give me attention when I need it and leave me alone when I don't. " This would probably summarize it all, clearly and concisely. I'm reading Stephen King's Everything's Eventual 14 Dark Tales and I have only 5 more stories to go. So far it's pretty good. The scariest, for me, being "1408" which I read last night at 1 in the morning and even though Rich was up working on the computer I still got creeped. It didn't help that when I finally had to shift away, with my back to him, he decides to leap on me to get a book on the book shelf. I almost wet my pants. Stephen and I haven't spoken in a while. I kept it up a little into college but was tempted off by college books full of inspiring writing and the likes. (many of them award winners) however when I decided that writing was something I wanted to look into truly I scanned the shelves and found his book On Writing which was awesomely written, very down to earth, very honest, very well written. I must confess though that while reading it I thought I could read a fiction book as well and have lost it to "underneath the bed monsters" meaning somewhere in that little space beneath the bed it's laying waiting patiently for me to finish it. But I will when i remember. My cat has just asked me for purrins, which reminds that she needs a new bear. I gotta go. And my zucchinis have some kind of mold on them so i gotta look into that. If any of you have suggestions please let me know.

Me

The other day my favorite aunt who also happens to be my godmother sent me a thick package through airmail. Coming from one country to another it was inevitable that its outward appearance be as it was. Meaning it was battered, bent, ripped and handled by some greasy hands. However, the permanent ink stayed true and bore the beacon of my address proudly. I love packages.

Inside, wrapped in a plastic casing were reprints of old, old pictures of my great-grandparents and grandparents. She knew I had a longing to see how they looked like, to know what their stories were, and to connect with them in a tangible way. Although I had grown up in the loving arms of both my grandfather and grandmother (from my mother’s side) I was taken away when I was four to join my mother in this country and even then they were old. The next time and last time I saw my grandmother I was five years older and my grandfather had passed away. I was too young to sit and listen to tales. Too many years had passed between us, and although I was her favorite grandchild, we were strangers.

Now as I write this, it has been two years since my grandmother has passed away and I look upon their young, smiling faces in regret. I have not heard their stories first hand, but through my godmother, who hands them to me eagerly because it is her hope that their story will be told. I have my doubts whether or not I will do a good job, or even a decent telling, but I will write what I can, write what I know, tell what has touched me and hopefully do it all before the next generation goes away without having known themselves.

there's this little chant we used to sing in tagalog for the rock/paper/scissor game called jack and poi.
Jack and Poi/
ahala hala hoy/
sino ma talo/
siyang unngo

you have to sing this singsong-y with the first, second, and last lines all rhyming.
the last two lines translate to "whoever is the loser is a monkey". So i've sung this around the house and taught some to my Richiepoo and now he sings in a high pitched voice "ahala hala hoy/ sinoseferatu shanonguy" it's so cute and funny. gotta go he's coming. ahh

Wow, blackouts in NY, where my family resides. I called yesterday to see how they were and Mike told me that they were fine, aside from the heat. The parents had gone (or going to go) to work, as usual and everyone was just as usual. Luckily Joe left on Wednesday or else he would have been stuck, most likely. I tried calling this morning but all cellphones were off and i'm not sure if they have land-lines for there phones, although the answering machine did work... I however did not leave a message. Well til later. I'll keep you posted
Me

Some more dealings and underhandedness in part of school and other things. Ugh! Why can't they just tell me exactly what I need. As if no one has ever done this before! Well have they??? It's quite annoying. Now I must put myself out of the way in order to get clear answers and such...if I didn't have Rich it would be so easy to just sit back and accept it; what is occurring now and also the consequences, but he needs to get to the bottom of things...heehee. And so I will also get to the bottom of things. He and I go well together. He's "uber" patient whilst I am not (well with him and certain members of my family I am impatient). He's not lazy, when he has his mind on something he does it, whilst I like to procrastinate, to come up with excuses, to find any means of distraction. He on the other hand is not so, even if he is off the horse he gets back on. I am easily discouraged in certain things, but don't get me wrong, I have my stubborn streak too and will back it up fiercely. Oh by the way Mick, thanks for f-ing up my birthday gift to you. Freak. Now what? The Debut? A trip to never never land? A goddamn Foxwoods CD? ugh! Ooh I will be going to Plimoth Plantation soon!! Perhaps pictures of my trip! How dare you take my $17.50 gift!! Oh yeah and it is Plimoth Plantation! so there. Rich doesn't seem to keen on going though. He lists the following reasons:
1. Sun
2. It's just us two, so maybe the inhabitants wont feel up to putting on a show for just two people
3. It might be as fun as going to the planet-arium(or the MFA, one of my own faves) (meaning not fun at all)
4. Driving to an unknown area, and horror of horrors! on the highway!!
5. Sun

haha. But I cried, and I begged for you to love me love me, say that you love me. Fool me fool me, go one and fool me. Ahem and now to Plimoth Plantation. A trip planned for the end of the month, buwahaha. Well I must go and get some Chinese food. "I like girls who where Abercrombie and Fitch, Chinese food makes me sick...lalalalala for the summer, for the summer"
Ooh and don't forget to read my Mulberry Street Chronicles. you'll find a link at the left hand side at the top of the page. Left hand, wut wut.

Me...toodles

"Klar found that when one or both parents are left-handed, the odds are that 20% of their children will be left-handed. (For example, if a couple has five children, chances are that one will be left-handed.) Two right-handed parents produce left-handed children about 8% of the time." this is from an article on this website (press here) This is strange because both our parents are right handed and Mike and I are both left-handed. However they define "handedness" more than just by what we write with. (I personally write with a pen). And it comes from Mom's side of the family because I have heard that a large number of our cousin on that side is left-handed and my grandfather, who was whipped into writing with the right, was originally a lefty, preferring to do tasks with his left hand. Continuing the article Klar favors genetics but other doctors do not, which goes against what I just wrote above. I happen to believe it is genetics, but here's more from the article: "In contrast to Klar's theory is one proposed by psychologist Dr. Stanley Coren of the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, Canada. Coren is the author of The Left-Hander Syndrome. He hypothesizes that all people are naturally right-handed, but due to a type of brain trauma that occurs in the womb or at birth, some people become left-handed.

The Geschwind-Behan-Galaburda (GBG) Theory of Left-Handedness, first proposed in 1987, also downplays the role of genetics. The GBG Theory proposes that certain chemical variations and hormonal changes in the womb at the time the brain is developing may lead to left-handedness. The effects of these changes may help explain why dyslexia, immune disorders, and language disorders are most prevalent in left-handers. "

Haha, I do think I have a weak form of dyslexia. I can't to this day, write "public" without wondering which letter starts it "p" or "b" and the same with "d"s. It is not only for reading but for the usage of language.

"The word "sinister" is almost verbatim the latin word for left-handed. (Dexter meant right-handed.) Through religious antipathy to the left hand, the modern meanings of these words as "evil" and "able" became more common. This has the amusing result of illuminating the meaning of the word ambidextrous -- "right handed on both sides." Even other languages suffered from this -- the word left is from an old saxon word "lyft," meaning worthless. In French, left is "gauche," also meaning clumsy."

I've been reading, I just finished Bombay Time by Thrity Umrigar. It is one of the best books I've read in a long time. I haven't been writing in two days but I finally realized what happens to Robert and it just came to me today. It must have all went down yesterday and last night while I hungrily devoured my book. I want to know how many people are right-handed compared to left-handed people who read my blogs. I think it may be 75/25 (I count myself as one) so with me and Mick being lefties there is only Soo who is right handed, unless there's people out there who don't speak up (i can't count you, you know, unless you squeak up). P.S. please inform the female parental unit that I have received the lovely donation for my health and etc. that she sends every full cycle of the moon. I, going back to the previous topic, would have to admit that I am ambidextrous though my writing hand is my left, but! with the computer and typing I am ambidextrous, relying upon both hand to write. I must admit that my brilliance and artistic flair stems from my lefthandedness. Studies show this. I will post an article to prove my point at another time, for now I must return to conjuring up secret societies and unknown worlds with pen and paper and of course my imagination. Signing off
Me

Oh gosh mick, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have posted it, now it's totally out of stock. damn! what to do? maybe they'll have a new shipment? I shoulda ordered it without asking you! man o man. cruddy. Ok, I'll wait and see if they have new stock coming in. Man what a cruddy deal, can you imagine how many people have that bag? haha.. ok see ya later. just comment me

Hey Mick here are two messenger bags to pick from. I especially like the military look from Old Navy. Here and Here

woohoo! Blogger's back baby. I finally got to publish all the ones I didn't get to publish yesterday, and yes Mick I can see the picture of the cat on the log that you put up. (I hope that's what you meant for me to see when I talked to you.) Oh and ask Isa if her mom got the package that I sent her last week! Take pics! Don't forget...!

I just want to say that there will probably be just a few more stories for the Mulberry Street Chronicles (short stories) because I am working on a full length short story and not a short short like the ones I've been posting. My full realization of the chronicles is to give you all a tidbit of what occurs in different households and blossom out into full novels per household. Except it will be different genres. For example, the funny old lady will just be novel, total fiction blase blah. The couple short will be more of a real time memoir (my own genre). The little girl would be a horror/psychological thriller. There will be one of all poetry called poetry of a house. The one I'm writing now is subtitled "Robert" but it's still all on Mulberry Street; part of the chronicles. This one is a fantasy. The next one I'm going to post, probably a sci-fi. Hope y'all like it. Okee I'm heading out. See you all soon.

Me

yeah my posts wont publish so I don't even know why i'm typing this up! Yeah I missed the repeat of the special cheerleaders, i'm sad that I missed it. I think I have pretty good aim too Mick. Remember playland and the shooting games. I was good at those. But I dunno, I haven't had practice. I was good at archery too, but that was gym class, standing 20 feet away from it so...but whatever, I liked to imagine I was a female Robin Hood. Like that's Robin with a "y". haha. I just recently saw how my page looked on another computer and the colors are ew! I can't believe it. If it looks yellow rather than a mellow canteloupe then you're missing out. Maybe I'll fix it some time. I dunno. Here's an article on introverts... here. It's about a book written about introverts. Here are a few quotable paragraphs: " The first chapter has sections on different relationship pairings (introvert male with extrovert female, introvert female with extrovert male, introvert with introvert). These are insightful and, frankly, would have saved me some grief had I read them a number of years ago. The author gives specific tips for improving communication and understanding in each situation.

The chapter on parenting gives tips on identifying introverted children and coping with them. This will be more useful for an extroverted parent, who perhaps doesn't understand why sitting quietly and reading has such a strong appeal. The chapter also has tips for introverted parents with extroverted kids, who need a little more outward show than the parents are perhaps used to giving.

A section on socializing and small talk is in this section, but such things have been covered more extensively in books on overcoming shyness.

Introverts and extroverts often rub up against one another in the workplace. In the last chapter in this section, the author raises a number of issues and suggests ways to cope with them. For example, introverts tend to immerse themselves in a particular project, and like to work without interruption for extended periods. Intrusions disrupt concentration, and regaining it takes time and energy. Extroverts enjoy the occasional interruption, because it gives them an energizing break and avoids monotony. Both sides expect the other to feel the same way, so extroverts interrupt others with quick questions (which annoys the introvert), and introverts try to avoid interrupting others (which makes extroverts see introverts as aloof). The chapter also discusses participation in meetings, giving presentations, and just dealing with people who "interface" differently. " But you'll have to read more if you want to see.

"People say that what we're all seeking is a meaning of life. I don't think that's what we're really seeking. I think that what we're really seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive."

--Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

I've spent some time writing and it's good because it's practice. Just write, write write. I move from one story to another, the charaters totally different people in my mind, doing different things, experiencing different things. The only similarity is that they all live on the same street. It's like any block. Something draws you all to live together on that block, perhaps economics, perhaps lifestyle, perhaps backgrounds, but everyone does something else in their homes. Not everyone is cooking or playing or talking to Aunt Thelma on the phone.

Imagine this:
You're sitting in a room in your house and looking out the window. There is a faint breeze, rustling the leaves together. Now imagine this: Outside on a tree branch a leaf is blown to and fro by the wind. On this leaf's underside, a yellow-green caterpillar is clinging with all its tiny legs to every groove of the leaf, holding on for dear life as it is rocketed back and forth. And it's chilly in the shadow of the tree with the wind whistling in his ears. Tears are leaking from the corner of the caterpillar's eyes as he squeezes them shut against the cold wind. He is trying to make his way slowly to the top of the leaf where it is warmer and the wind wont buffet him around so much, but as he inches slowly, willing his little feet to move one at a time, a particularly strong gust knocks his last eight feet from the leaf and he is left affixed to the leaf only by his first few feet. Dangling he realizes that his weight has somehow attracted gravity like a magnet and he knows that soon his remaining legs will give in and he will fall to the rocks below. With the thought of his doom so close at hand he peers at the leaf he is clinging to and sees a tiny aromatic piece by his mouth that he had not noticed. It's scent attracts him and by instinct and he takes a nibble, loosening his hold on the leaf. As he falls to his death he is relishing the succulent juices of the leaf and dies a happy caterpillar. For a caterpillar picture click here.

Well I hope that you enjoyed that.

that's strange, it wont publish the link...let's try that again. mulberry street chronicles

oh hey here's a link to my new blog site. It's just for writing my stories in! Enjoy it! Be goof. I meant that "f" but I also meant Be good.
This new site will begin with stories relating to things that occur on Mulberry Street but it might be splashed with a few outside stories. Those will have a seperate title so you can discern between the two.

Me

god! they say that writers are a dime a dozen, and I have been told that I am only worth half of their time, or was it that I was worthless? I dunno. Favorite songs? On Broadway. Dust in the Wind. Breakfast at Tiffany's, but only because of my brother. Worth less of their time than some person who cannot even write a good line. Not once! And I have dozens! But for lack of a plot? Of course it is just really a strange series of events. Really not even strange, just a series of happenings down Mulberry Street. Oh but it's more poetry is it? It can't just be can it? Well maybe the plot's coming! Maybe the plot is a miniscule part of this work. God forbid that you weren't born with another view of life besides something that pushes the story. Just read it and sit back, nothing has to happen...even in life, is there a set path? I must find that quote that I like so much. Something about no matter how much we are directed into a path, the things that occur never turn out as we planned.

for some reason blogger is acting nutty. I tried to delete some posts and ended up publishing them three times in a row. Also, I tried to change my colors around on my template but although I could see it, it wont come up! Ah! I'll have to try again another day! Okee that's it for now. It's raining outside...humid as heck. The cars are whizzing along on the wet road. My cat's fur is soft and pliable in this humid weather, not greasy, just fluffed. Rich is still asleep. I guess no biking today. We went two days ago and were caught in a downpour. It was eerie because there was no one around us and we didn't bother with maps and for some reason that scary area that we tried to avoid was suddenly very close. We were soaked from head to foot and blinded by the rain. We turned here and there and found ourselves faced with that area that is not to be named! It was as if it were calling to us, pulling us into its depths. We finally pulled out our maps but to our dismay they too got a good soaking so we just struggled forth and finally found our way home. But it was a harrowing experience. Well I am a very busy person at the moment so maybe I'll write again later on tomorrow or Sunday. But for now I have to run!

Me

hem hem one more month and then school again. It seems that all my inner hatred of school as a child has suddenly did a(n) 180, perhaps a helsinki syndrome, to the point where I will be in school forever. It seems that my path is pointing me to become a teacher. haha It's a strange world. I'm still writing so I will not turn into some pathetic, bitter teacher who will only grow old to hate her students as the years separate their ages more and more. I will be famous. I've known this since I was a child and the only thing stopping me is me. I have not received word yet of my scores for the MTELs but I don't fret over it. Now I have my soobee scanning in pictures so I can send them over to the familia. I hope to get my fruit soon too. Oh wont everyone be surprised! haha

I'll tell how delicious they are when I get them ta ta for now.
Ciao!, as my Aunt says.
Me

Hey Mick, great list. I especially liked the provolone mention...i told you so! Witch. I found the cheerleader mention funny too, I can just imagine. Oh me lucky charms! And why didn't I get any ghetto shorts! Daymn! You guys were there for several days! Maybe I'd appreciate thin "bitch" shorts! ooh yeah, watch out Boston. haha kids are funny creatures and I'm sorry to hear that the pinball winning genes weren't passed over to you. Luckily for me...I'm great at pinball. One day when I happen to stumble upon a pinball match in some dark alley I will able to come out in one piece, but I sure do feel badly for you little bro. Yep yep. It's nice to have a computer double as a tv. Rich is using his comp to watch some wacky documentary on the Roman Empire and sex. hmm. Now we're watching South Park, did you know that by putting food in the place where it usually comes out you'll end up pooing from your mouth? haha. Night night folks.

Me
mwaa

Oh they are against me, it's karma that Kelley has not left yet. mmm Kelley. hahahaha She will leave today and I sure do hate her. One day I will write about her. Probably my ninth book. Writing is the best payback for anyone who has ever screwed you. The good thing is that I don't even have to use my imagination to make her look bad. She just is. I have finally found my nemesis. Just like that movie, Unbreakable. haha terrible!
Me

This is the day in which the wicked witch will finally be dead...metaphorically speaking of course. She will only be out of my house for a few months, hopefully maybe more than just a few months. Perhaps some man will take pity on her and decide to string her along for the holidays and then dismiss her in a year or so, so that I will not have to endure her presence for a while...Today is a brand new day! I will think happy thoughts from now on! Happy! I am also planning to pray because there is a power that is strong in prayer. I am shamefully admitting to you all today that I have dismissed prayer as something that would only take up my time but I will do it! Everything seems so fresh and new, though outside it is overcast and gray. There is a stickiness in the air that makes it hard to breathe, but I feel great!
Til later, and I wont impose upon you any of my beliefs because you must find your way, hopefully this entry will plant a seed.

Me

ugh! problems of some sort are occurring with blogs and such...anyhoo I can't believe my brother has a little admirer...haha that's just too funny. I am slowly thinking of writing some such thing or other, hopefully it will be good enough for some sort of merit in the eyes of the world. I just need to lash myself to a seat and begin. However, I am not good with typing on the computer. Not the act of typing itself, but rather just the impersonal feel to it all. I must hie me to a store and purchase paper and pen, or pencil and begin this journey of spinning tales. I hope everyone will enjoy it. How old am I now? I will be a year older in September or rather 1 will be added to my current age and my ultimate goal is to be published in the coming year. It will be the year of the monkey, my year, this coming 2004 and hopefully that is a sign that it really will be my year. I need to devour as much books as I can and hopefully gain some knowledge in writing that will help me out. This year has already been filled with books, 30?40? or maybe more. I just need the inspiration! The muse, the urge? I get tiny glimpses and inklings but not enough for anything. But I will do it!! I say it again, I will do it! Now to bed, for tomorrow is a new day. Night night y'all and take care,

Me

Hello all! I am finally back from New York and I had a great time! I saw my Aunt and cousin whom I haven't seen in years and it was good to see them all. What a wonderful few days it was. We laughed until we cried and then laughed some more. I always have a good time in NY no matter what but this time was just more memorable just because there were so many of us in the house and someone was always cracking a joke or just there to talk to. No one is pretentious, no one is sour and glum and if they are they don't involve any one who isn't interested, and everyone is contented and real. I have a few pictures and soon will have it up online which I will post here when I have a chance...perhaps today or tomorrow. It looks as if it will rain today, very gray and cold. Rich tells me that it's been colder and colder in the mornings, which I actually like because I don't like waking up sticky and drenched in sweat because of the heat. It's good to be back in Massachusetts to my soobee oobee, though I had such a great time in NY that it seems I was only there a day. My cat seems over her no-talking policy concerning my absence. Actually she was very sweet when I came home yesterday. Maybe she has finally realized that I will always come back to her no matter how long I'm gone, or maybe now she just doesn't give a damn. haha She's less coddled nowadays but still as much loved as ever. She woke me several times last night by walking on me asking for pettins. Cute! And she woke me up this mornin for purrings on her favorite bear, which Rich and I are thinking of replacing. I hope it wont be such a heartbreak for her. Bear was such a crucial part of her development. Bear is like her 2nd mama...my other pets...my fish are fine, although my poor blue one seems to have lost all the weight he has recently gained, my Rich is fine and last night he seemed content to cook along with me and eat steak. He hugged me all day yesterday, i guess he missed me a lot. What a baby. haha I missed him too. I am going to begin my summer writing. I hope Kelley will go away soon. Why is that for years we complained about the stink rising off of Jake's litterbox and just because Kelley mentions something now does Linda do something about it? See what I mean? It's a strange relationship that she has to tiptoe around Kelley. Is it in fear of her outlash? She is never "real" when that other one is around. I wonder if she drives safely too, and doesn't jump for her cellphone everytime it rings. If they both died together at the same time that would be fitting. Maybe she just feels that she needs to make Kelley see how "nice" things are now after she ran Kelley off to florida when she turned 18. There's a lot of history and psychology I don't understand in the situation but both can go to the devil for all I care.
Me

damn it! it's too damn early for me! It's Saturday!!! No Stern show, f- it!!

It's Saturday, the day of my MTEL's. I only figured out last night that both tests I am taking today are 4 hours long! Ay-ya-yaa! That mean if i take my time on the last test I will be heading home at 5:30 p.m. and I probably wont get home (with traffic) til 6:30. I am up extremely early today just so that I can assist myself to the train station and head over to Harvard Square. I will, on the way, be listening to the Stern show and I must not forget my headphones or else I'll just be a loser sitting alone with a walkman, sans headphones! Well I must admit I am nervous as heck but extremely confident that I will do well, I always do. hmm it's time to head off. Wish me luck world!

Me
p.s. y'all might not hear from me in the next 5 days or so because I will be heading back to NYc and tomorrow it'll be partay time! wooooooo.
same

It's been raining on and off today. Right now it's beautiful, breezy, bright. I just finished watching the movie "They" which is a Wes Craven movie; he made all the nightmare on elm street movies and some others. It was scary and good. Not at all like the not so good ones I've seen recently. If you ever get a chance to watch "Gacy" don't. It's horrendous. I will watch "Donnie Darko" tomorrow. Hopefully that one's better.

Rich's wicked sister is coming tomorrow. His mom's become really ansy and ridiculous again. She is pretentious and uptight the days before, during, and the days after Kelley is here. So far she almost threw a fit for having the old furniture in the living room for Deb to pick up. She insisted that it should be moved to the garage even though it would be so much easier for everyone involved if it stayed in the living room so that it could be moved out into the car through the front door instead of having to move it all the way down a long, steep and narrow flight of stairs (not to mention dangerous) and maneuver it through tight turns. But of course the house can't be cluttered for one day for Kelley. I laughed over the fact that her silly dog scared Jake the cat out of his litter box and forced him to finish his bowel movements in the living room. what would poor old Kelley ever say about the nasty, nasty stains on the rug. She's been scrubbing today. I wonder what next she'll have to complain about. She's been praying for the rain to stop so she could mow the lawn. This is the third time this week. I am only glad to be out of here during this time; I'm going home on Sunday. I have to put up with lovely K for two days and then I'm gone! Freedom! However I will go with a heavy heart because I will be leaving my beloved "Dems" and Soot the cat for days. Hopefully when I return it will only be one more day and K is gone. Damn her. When the day comes Rich and I will have nothing to do with this family, ever. I hope she doesn't decide to throw a fit while I'm here. How can a 33 year old still throw fits? That's why her life is a mess. She has been left by her two fiances, and doesn't even have the common knowledge to know what a sane person is! Her current roommate's nutty, but she's the one who was stupid enough to pick her out of a bunch of people! Now she has to deal with the problem of trying to get rid of her. And she has the problem of having to deal with the house that she purchased with her second failed attempt at marriage. I hope she doesn't do the stupid thing and marry the next guy that comes along because it's obvious that she hasn't learned to find good, decent people yet. And of course she's porbably like many mid-30 year olds out there desperate to start a family and soon enough we'll find out that she's pregnant with a demon's spawn. I predict that in the next two years we will find her either engaged or already married with a baby on the way, and further down the line we will catch her with two kids in the middle of a divorce. It's the way of her mother and father and her other siblings. Rich has been the only one who knew enough not to fall for that trick, however he's like some werewolf who needs to be locked up at every full moon in order for him not to harm others. He is constantly on the watch for any signs. Thank God I have someone who is not blindly going about his business jumping into every puddle and hole that comes his way. He looks both ways before crossing the street. I love Rich's methodical, level-headedness, although sometimes it can be annoying. I only appreciate it after the fact. haha. He knows this. Can you imagine that he and I have been together for nearly 6 years? That's on the first go. Longer than any one in his family on their first go. His dad's been married three times, mom twice, brother twice (probably on his way to a third), other sister (half) has been through a relationship that left her in financial ruin and is now married to a man Rich and I are convinced is gay; he loves croquet and walking about in tight shorts, no shirt, and drinking topless with his male buddies on the lawn. Nothing wrong with that, but you have to meet him. And of course the other one, who's first fiance cheated on her and then told her it wasn't working out, her second who was a mean alcoholic, in love with guns and who is posted on yahoo love matches if you're interested...click here
He posted this up about a week after the break up. He's much fatter than that. But I digress...So hopefully I don't jinx anything with my negative vibes. Rich and I are good together and that's all I care about.

Me

What is it about muggy days that make you just wanna lay in any cool spot and drift off, only to find that the cool spot has been warmed by your body and you have to shuffle to another cool spot? I woke at some time early this morning to the sounds of thunder and rain against the leaves outside my window. It's strange to wake up that way because I immediately knew what it exactly was and was comforted by it. Rich, on the other hand, told me that he needed comforting...silly rabbit. It has been raining on and off this whole entire day. At times the sun would make an appearance and then one again disappear behind the curtain of clouds. It looks as if it may rain again and I feel as if I am loosely bound to the ground and in one wrench i will just float aimlessly towards the sky. I think my cat also feels the same because she keeps digging her claws into the carpet as if she were afraid of flying away. However, I would love to fly up and be unrooted from the hot earth, although always logical Rich would say that heat rises so the higher I go the hotter it will be, and also I would be closer to the sun, although at the moment there is no sun... so much more like Spock's Vulcan side than human, my timid rabbit. Here is a cool site, for those who might want to know more about chinese astrology, i'm a monkey. Go figure out what your mother is...
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New post, new post. Sometimes I find myself heading out of the house with some purpose in mind and driving out into the street and everything's so surreal. The streets, the people, the leaves and grass, the greenery, very dreamlike and I start to wonder what the heck I'm doing outside, what the purpose of this existence is and is this foggy mind a sign of some other purpose, other than the menial task I had set out to do, like check my mail, the curtain covering the reality just happened to shift and I am in caught in the blur of the two present times mingling in one another? It's perfect isn't it? The invisible air, colliding or gathering together? to create this wind that surges through the trees and rattling the leaves, ruffling the birds' feathers, sleeping within. The waves are pulled, their ebb and flow controlled by the moon's gravitational pull. The clouds who are moved by this air, colliding or gathering together to create thunderstorms, one mass above us seemingly solid but in reality it's just air, untouchable. And we, at times gather, at times collide to create these thunderstorms of war or rebellion or demonstrations, of parties and gatherings, with one another, against one another, pulled and pushed by forces we cannot see and yet we react just as blindly as the trees, and clouds and feathers. And it all depends doesn't it? It depends where I am for the wind to blow, to be affected. If I were to stand outside the wind doesn't blow through me, but rather above and below and around me, and anything behind me may not feel this air, this force. If I were on the side of the earth where the moon is directly above me then it's high tide. It depends on the path where the clouds are forced where they experience the thunderstorm. I once looked across the ocean and saw the coming thunderstorm from the sunshine under which I stood. It depends whether we war or love, whether we don't give a damn and whether we care what the heck happens to the guy next to us. But for some reason we have drawn away from this simple human emotion of empathy and have wandered into indifference. But it fits, yes? It's perfect. We are but a blink in the world's history and this path that we are following will only lead to our self-destruction because the world/ nature does not need us. We will be like the all those that came before us, in some ways destructive to the world around us and self-destructive. Do you imagine that they perhaps thought themselves as the ruler of the world? "top of the food-chain"? We are dispensable, we do only stand in the way of nature's cycle. We do not do as we should and follow instinct but rather we fight it and believe ourselves to be all-knowing, better, smarter, stronger than that which has been here longer than we have, and who will still be here once we are gone. It's beautiful, in some ways a poetic justice.
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You ever have that feeling that someone is looking over your shoulder, reading your every thought, watching your every movement, reading your every blog? hmm...We went biking today, and on our way back, to the car, Rich and I were alarmed to see a trooper waiting in the midst of the trees, we just found out that some dude who supposedly raped a 15 year old girl is hiding out in the woods. A friend of the family, who is a cop, was just in the park, with dogs, hunting for him. Rich and I decided that we'd put off riding bikes tomorrow. Not because of this dude, but because of the the troopies/locals...and because there's a chance of rain. That means mosquitoes. We went into that abandoned building section of the park and were scared out of our wits. For some reason I turned back and caught this darkness seemingly chasing after us. Rich was far ahead of me and I was struggling with the steep uphill climb. I sweated to the climb and to the ominous feeling of something following me. I called to "Dems" to wait up but the wind carried my voice farther back and he kept peddling farther and farther, around bends and down hills until I could just make out the white speck of him in the horizon. Behind me I heard an unearthly howl and I finally sucked it up and let go of all fears and the brakes and sped down hills, with reckless abandonment. Suddenly from somewhere on my right a huge figure out of the corner of my eye emerged from the woods. A blur of black and white, galloping after me. I turned just in time to see the fangs of a rabid collie behind me. From somewhere inside me a scream or prayer burst free and that stopped the dog in mid-track. I blindly pedaled into the grassy area and came to a stop. The dog bounded up barking and ready to attack but I realized it was just trying to be friendly and licked my hand...was this the dark beast following me? Or was it my savior?
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On our daily biking Rich and I decided to take a trail unknown to us and found abandoned buildings amidst the forest, there were also paths leading from the buildings. They were covered in grafitti from people who like to leave their marks, very animal like isn't it? We're not that far from them are we? It was eerie, too quiet, too peculiar. Why didn't they tear them down? I dunno, but i wouldn't like to be caught there at sunset. Good thing we go pretty early in the mornings. I would also like to chide the people with dogs who don't keep the park clean, if you catch my meaning. It's not so easy to avoid when you're not great on a bike...haha Maybe it was people without dogs...I even saw what I'd like to call blackberry poo, it was a petrified poo, crusted, dark, and ridged. Yes I am a connoisseur. Speaking of which, my stomach is grumbling which can only be one of two things, the first i've just spoken of and the second, i'm hungry. Try and guess what it is...
Speaking of hungry, my poor fish are swimming around aggravating the other, they must be starved. My fat cat is a few feet from me relaxing at the window watching the dappled ground from the shadows of leaves. So cute. Sometimes she ends up snoozing a little there. My other pet is here, my chihuahua, sleeping and stinky. I don't smell anymore! Let me be much more truthful, I smell less than the previous entry claims. It's strange what water and perfumed fat can do for a lady. My pet, on the other hand, might need a day in this water and fat to even scratch off the surface stink rising off of him. Soon I will awaken him so that we can go about our business in the woods. Today we will endeavor to reach the end of the trail and perhaps find the elusive pond, where the water faeries dwell. They are easily angered so today we must proceed with caution as we near the pond. Even the woodland faeries dare not tread into their wetlands and ponds unless they are in a large group. Who knows, perhaps they will enchant us so that we do not find our way home til the sun sets. I think I've caught one's reflection in the stream that we passed one day. We have been unable to find that stream since. Once I've caught their shrieking in my ears as Rich and I fled from their sacred pond. We were flying downhill and Rich claims it was the wind in my ears, but it was unearthly, this shrieking, with the force of dammed water. Today I will carry a token as offering. It is the wild raspberry that grows within the woodlands' faeries domain, they give it freely but the water faeries cannot travel far from their homes and so they treasure it greatly and will grant free passage to any who carries it, but be sure not to give too much or they will become drunk and stronger than usual and will be able to follow you further than normal. If this occurs then may the gods protect you. Although, I have heard of old tales that tell you that you must touch the nearest birch bark and envoke the name of a woodland faery but I have never been in such dire situation that I never have tried it. This may just be another folklore of the Precians. Besides I am unfamiliar with any of these woodland faeries because they seem so shy and are unwilling to come out. I have caught them laughing and running beside us, winding around the trees, as we rode. When I finally asked Rich to stop, I peered out and found that they had taken the form of fire hydrants. Isn't that strange? How would they ever know what fire hydrants were and isn't that silly to have hydrants in the middle of the woods? haha I started to laugh and I was answered by the trees, from then on I found many hydrants to laugh at. Rich must think me queer, to stop by a hydrant near. But we've miles to go before we sleep, miles to go before we sleep.

I feel as if I've been wrung out and hung to dry still twisted up. I'm sore and everything seems so heavy! This is what I get for ignoring my exercising for the past few months! It's terrible! Sunday night, after biking, I could not sleep, it felt as it my knee tendons were wrenched tight and whenever I shifted in bed it was worse because this pain would flair up and if I left my legs still it would abate but you know how it is when you're really conscious of some part of your body, you just have to keep moving and moving around! ugh! I woke up in the middle of the night to go wee-wee and I almost fell into a heap! My legs would not support me! hmm, I am out of shape! But the next morning I was up and about as if the night before was all a dream...so i was fooled into thinking that I was well and I immediately went with Rich to purchase bikes! Mine is free because of a deal, but I wont get into that. After running around to three stores and back to the second one we bought two bikes and added on a car rack for my car and so that we could plop up the bikes, helmets and a very impatient mother. Rich and I were made fun of because of our height and our kiddy bikes. No one understands that I am not wonderful on a bike so if my feet can touch the ground with my bike I feel much more secure, and the higher up on a bike I am the more I will refuse to ride, so we ended up with these nice, full suspension, closer to the ground, blue bicycles, only to the amusment of the walmart employee who laughed at our cowardice and the fact that we are vertically challenged. Damn, no wonder tall people are much more successful. Don't get me wrong, I'm average girl height but Rich is only two inches taller so that's not saying much, but he's just a cutie like a little chihuahua barking and barking showing off to the bigger dogs... haha just kidding. So we rushed home to set up the rack, grab some lunch, make sure the bikes were to our specifications and tightened a few lugs. And we were off to the park and when we got there we biked a few minutes in when my knee gave up its strong front and I have one question, did they put on hills in the middle of the night from the day before because we traversed some of the same roads and it seemed much more hilly! So before we could get to a destination I had to beg that we head back, only to be imparted with condescencion from my sweet chihuahua, words of "my poor, little, weak thing" and such. Horrible! I have not yet told him how I feel over that. So to home and some salmon and pesto and ice cream. Much better, although I didn't hurt as much as the night before I woke less refreshed and more wrenched and wrung. I am also emitting some sort of smell that's both sour and spicy, no wonder mosquitoes are fascinated by me, like a beacon that searches out passing ships I draw them all to safe harbor. Rich has a similar smell so I don't know who passed it around, chicken and egg sort of conundrum. We decided that our poor bodies: my knee and forearms and his bum needed some recuperation so perhaps a day off hunting out some gel seats. Perhaps a movie to stimulate our mind muscles instead of our gluts. haha see y'all soon. Be good!

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My parents have been to see me. They arrived yesterday and stayed overnight and left this morning. I cooked and cooked only to have them pass by where I live and stay for a few measly seconds, note that my dad stayed in the car! I finally sent Mike out with some crab soup in a bowl for him. My brother and I went to watch the silly movie, 28 days later, all I have to say is "don't" then we went swimming in a 78 degree pool, chilly, due to the fact that a few days before it was raining and cold. It was 84 last week. My mother had fun walking on the beach that night and in the morning was walking with Mike at 6 and she was happily digging clams out. When I finally came to say goodbye she was giddy over the size of the clams. (She returned them). I packed them all the food I had cooked and sent them off, having forgotten the poor crab cakes that I had to eat this morning. It was tasty but for some reason they wont hold together. After the send off Rich and I spent some of the morning eating and working with knots, (Rich having just recently bought a knot book). Then we fixed my break lights on my car because they were out and then we decided to head over to a state park near by. Of course I brought my camera and we drove over top speed...we reached it and found a little info hut and some maps that we quickly pocketed. After having made fun of the helmets that the bikers were wearing we headed to see the famous fresh water spring only to have it turn out to be three faucets on the wall of a little shack...we then had the brilliant idea of bringing his parents' folding bicycles back to the park and go biking around. So another trip back and forth and we were ready to ride these brilliant little clown bikes. It was wonderful!! I was bitten none stop by species of bugs I had never laid eyes on and one actually tried to lay its eggs in my eye. We went around for three hours on trails that wound throughout the forest and finally made our way back and home. I immediately fell into a dreamless sleep and awoke two hours ago with a horrible soreness in my legs and arm having not been exercising for the past few months! I am in pain! hahaha. was it worth it? Of course! Rich and I are even inspired to perhaps purchase bicycles. He looked into some decent, relatively cheap bikes that maybe we'll eye tomorrow. Why have we never been to this park in the 5 years that I lived here? It's almost right across the street! oh dear. well I'll see y'all soon and take care.

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Network's slow tonight. I had to switch from internet radio to regular radio. Problem is the commercials. Sex in the city is on tonight. I think Charlotte's cute and yet a bit desperate. Sam is, well Sam is. Carrie is adorable with her Berger obsession/ high school crushin. Miranda, what's wrong with you? It is hot and humid here in NE, everything is wilting, including me. Last night I went swimmin in the pool and felt good but then it was back to sweating the night away. ugh. I can't see why people move to Florida. Although...i wouldn't mind moving to Hawaii... heehee. It's so hot I'm just procrastinating. I haven't done anything today but sleep and eat! Maybe I'll go swimming tonight as well so that I can be motivated to do something...hmm I doubt it though. I'm so lethargic! I'm studying for the mtel and today Rich and I went to buy a review book and I fell asleep to the vocabulary review section doing the drills. I will be taking my test on July 26 and I only have a few weeks to study instead of the ideal 8 weeks. I signed up late. I'm pretty confident over the Literary and Communications section but I have to take the English exam and I have to admit that I am intimidated...i saw a sample test for it and I wasn't sure I could answer the questions. haha hopefully this review book will give me some help.

Whoa! Almost a week since I've last written? Time is sure going by quickly. I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha and so far it's pretty good. I only have 100 pages to go. I am expecting more dynamic things to occur but so far it's almost "boring" but then it would be cliche if the things that I thought would happen happened. I'm pmsing or so Rich claims. Is it pms or is he just a dumb-butt at certain times of the month? I go for the latter theory.. haha try and figure that one out. mmm i love this feeling that things are finally picking up, except for the fact that horrible Kelley is coming at the end of July but I will (hopefully) not be in town. She is just horrid. Picture the most meanest, self-centered, insecure brat and you'll have just a draft of Kelley (tip of the proverbial iceberg). I pray that she will never marry or spawn demon children because they will only be double the person she is and that's two negatives making a positive! oh you know what I mean. If we go with this theory that people are worse than their parents were, and she's a truly horrible person, can you just imagine her mother? Linda is also insecure and self-centered and she's raised someone worse. Everyone has a tad of self-centeredness within them, if we didn't we'd be saps, but I guess someone must have tipped in too much in her mold. It's not just those two either, Linda prefers to be surrounded by them! She has a friend named Pam who, yesterday on the annual 4th of July party, after she had been told that they would end the party early because they had another engagement decided she was too good for that little rule and spent close to three hours longer, after the time specified because she felt like it. ew...sometimes i wonder if Rich is any better and what does this say about me for being with him... sort of like the song "I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad", can you imagine? he must see something about his mother in me! please! haha. see y'all real soon. one day when I'm no longer in the situation I will write a scathing novel on the "demry" family. maybe I'll be "too good" by then that I wont even see it as the experience that it is now. maybe I'll even laugh over it...

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I hate when I have a brilliant idea and then I let it go 'cause I'm busy or just figured it's so good I could remember it at will, however it never comes again...oh well. Maybe I'll remember it and think it's deja vu or sumpthin because I've had forgotten. Go shawty it's yo buthday. It's humid today but it's cooler so that when I shyly probe my foot from under the covers, which are oppressive, my reward is a cold, sticky foot. I seem to have a bruise on the bottom of my foot too. I don't know what's up with that, Rich and I just thought it was dirt, turns out it's sort of sore and itchy, hmm, what is that? I think I'll make tacos for dinner. mmm...tacos. Last night Rich and I took a stroll around the strawberry patch for less than 2 minutes and I was bitten by some sort of creatures hungry for human blood. I came into the house with 3 new bites. I must exhude a lot of carbon dioxide...or I'm just a magnet for females of the species...or don't have the testosterones to be able to command respect (like with dogs). Or, I smell nummy. It always comes back to that. I'm thinking of a new blogspot name and blog. My brother has two and I thought maybe it would be nice to have one just for myself without having it public, then I wouldn't have to worry about editing and I could just blah blah. I'll have to sleep on it.
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Today: It is not as hot nor humid as the past few days. I have enjoyed a lovely siesta and have awoken refreshed. I am currently reading A Severed Head by Iris Murdoch. For anyone who has ever seen the movie "Iris" she is the same author of the book I'm reading. She died in 1999 and had suffered from Alzheimers disease. She has written 26 novels, a few plays and a book of poetry. The book is, so far, good reading. I have finished with The Sun Also Rises and funnily enough I must edit my "boring" review from a few blogs ago. It was great, sad and funny. I laughed at one point and was endeared the rest of the way. It's about how the only person who can be in your way to anything is yourself. Jake was the one who would not let himself get closer to Brett and could not see how much she had wanted to be with him, if you disagree, just read the last two pages. After A Severed Head I will be moving on to other books. Perhaps I will read three of four simultaneously. It's more interesting that way. I still haven't finished the Lord of the Rings trilogy which I had put down one day and have not had the chance or mind to pick it up. Don't get me wrong, it was great, (I am on the 2nd book) but I just had other things to do and it got lost in the muddle. So I will have to add that to the mix. Right now I am hungry and must get something to tide me over til supper and then back to reading. I have other issues to deal with so maybe I'll see y'all tomorrow? I dunno, let's see if i'm really here.

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Another hot hot day, but as always it's not the heat... The month of June is drawing to a close and I am sitting here in my room typing my life away. I should be off doing wonderful things, perhaps traveling the world or some such. Maybe I'll talk my brother into the peace corp and live vicariously through him. I must warn anyone who wants the slightest bit of freedom to never get into a relationship, it's tough to do things individually, everything is a compromise, everything must be thought of with the other in mind. That may sound good to those who've never experienced this but it's really quite bothersome in some respects. I really have no right to get up and go anywhere I please for a few months. And then I tighten the bonds even more so by adding a cat into the mix. I love them both but someone has to give you all the pros and cons of a life like this (very similar to marriage), in a way it is marriage without the paper...anyway Rich and I are dreaming of Europe, Italy, for the specific, and tried to disillusion one another from even thinking of it. I said, "oh it's gonna be like Martha's Vineyard, we're not rich enough to know where all the "right" spots are" and he agreed saying, "yeah, walking around someone's neighborhood and only seeing the shanty towns, like those college kids who backpack around Europe." Which was true. Rich and I "backpacked" around MV and consequently Rich got a sunburn and we were sore at the bad food they had at shanty town, also we didn't know where we were going and had to hike and hike everywhere. Although there were some good moments it's not something I'd like to do over. And so if we were to imagine europe to be this way it would be ten times worse because we would be lost in a foreign country that most likely would not have people who speak english. P.S. i dont want to go where the tourists are but then those are the only spots to be huh? is everything else shantyville? I do want to see the "sights" but I'd also like to see where the upper class live. haha Well if i wanted that I should have found a rich guy and not someone named Rich. oh well, so is life, and everything is fine.
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Noo!! A whole new format for my blog? How can this be? Without rhyme or reason they just suddenly spring this upon me! No warning whatsoever! I just want to say "congrats" and "big ups" to my bro Mick for passing the ever grueling road test...wut wut. It's sweltering here in New England and since we have run out of propane, one of the main reasons for liking summer has suddenly died, just like the flame on my grill today(see a previous blog). Must be Rich's "lucky" sandals' fault... heehee My fish are slowly coming up to a decent boil and I've begun to set our bowls and spoons for the soup or maybe fish chowda but Rich had the rather brilliant idea of placing a ziploc bag of ice next to the tank to "keep them cool". Sometimes I wonder about him... I worry about my poor cat. It must be really tough having an all year fur coat on even on a day when the temp is 96 degrees. She lays around all day, sleeping or trying to keep her tummy cool on the tile by the door. The only time she can walk around is at night when the temp has gone down. I see its effects on everyone (the heat that is) . I caught a scowl from a fellow driver on the road. Poor man has never heard of the A/C button in the car. I don't know what Rich has been taken in but what's coming out sure aint a fancy treat and in this weather, my god, it lingers in the air for hours.
Is it me or does every one have bad breath?

I'll leave it at that...
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So back to The Sun Also Rises which I should have done by tomorrow. So far though...boring. Maybe I'll appreciate it more when I'm older? I dunno.

Sorry for such a bad blog. Will write more someday.

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Well I've gone mad and have read Harry Potter in its entirety and all I can muster is "good god what a mess" I must catch the sleep wagon and bid thee a lovely farewell and good evening.

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oh my gosh Harry Potter!!!!!! I know some of you gosh darn geeks have already been to the midnight release of it and now are probably half way through but I swear to gosh! The Sun Also Rises be damned I will not read you until I have tamed this insatiable craving for Harry Potter. Delivered at 10:30 this morning. Gotta go. I'll write someday...

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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
If you bounce high, bounce high for her too,
Til she cry 'Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!'


Do you understand this? For once you do, you will understand the secret to life.

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damn i love the summer. (tomorrow is the official beginning of summer). I have a horrible rash on my calf. (see previous entry) or it could just be a mosquito bite...outside the propane is being twisted into life and there's a lovely smell of meat fat dripping into the waiting tongues of flame. (sorry any vegetarians and vegans out there). I'm reading The Sun Also Rises and should be done by Monday, although it's sorta dragging. After that is Harry Potter book 5 and after that is the severed head. I'm also simultaneously reading The Confederacy of Dunces and after all that I think I'll read Memoirs of a Geisha, or is it just Geisha? And then....Girl With A Pearl Earring. Mmmhmm that's why I like the summer. My blue fish seems to be doing better, however this could be the inevitable period when they seem so well but then suddenly die. He tried to commit suicide the other day when Rich and I cleaned out their tank. We left them in the bathroom in cups, waiting for the water to go through the filter and it went like this: Rich suddenly came into the room and asked, "Michelle, where's the blue fish?" I said, "What? What are you talking about?" (i said this a bit tersely because I don't like being interrupted in the middle of Gun Dealer) and he went into the bathroom and said "come here quick!" and I ran out and saw that he was squatted beside this poor little speck on the floor and I said "hold on lemme git Sooty" (because I'm a sadist and I wanted to have my cat eat the fish on the floor) but suddenly Puff-a-gill leaped into the air and Rich quickly placed him into his cup and filled it with water and we rushed him into his tank. But he didn't seem to be eating for days and just seemed lethargic but suddenly he's been eating his food and swimming around. I even caught him puff-a-gilling Fancy Fins. (They're blue and red beta fish). look it up. Hey did y'all know that life is a m-f-er ? But not in the summer! Be good...p.s. what's up with Jewel?
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The dog likes to lick my calves as I stand at the kitchen sink to wash my newly ripened strawberries. It's very annoying to have the dog do that almost to the point where I want to kick her in the face "accidentally" of course. But that would be mean, even though she isn't my dog. My cat rather enjoys chasing after her and scaring her a tad. The problem is the dog is attached to me and why? I have no clue. It happened long before I dropped a bit of sandwich and she scooped it right up before I could. I think she likes the way I smell, but doesn't everyone?

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Oh be sure to read poetry aloud. It stems from the oral tradition. It is not just read but felt, acted, and experienced by all senses. Have a good time, not all poetry is difficult, or it doesn't have to be. Don't be focused too much on the "why" of something, just relax and enjoy. Be in the moment.

I know you're all thinking, "man, whatever she's smoking I want some too" but seriously that's how life is too. Relax and enjoy because life is hard and then you die.

Me.

P.s. supermarkets sell the "idea" of things. What we feel is the "idea" of things. The real thing would blow your mind.

Speaking of poems, here is a poem I am especially touched by. It is written by Laura Gilpin and it is called "The Two-Headed Calf"

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

Here is my poem:

CADENCE


The simple rhythm of permissions
and persuasions flung against the wall
and archly abandoned on the floor.

Slow murmurs and mumbles mounting,
Muffled against the shuffle of sheets.
Impromptu syncopation aroused

By repetitions.
The staccato
Increases
pulsing

coming

to completion.

Faint, muted, blurred and blushed,
Rumpled, tender, lulled and hushed.

Whoever says that writing poetry is easy is out of their minds. They must realize that there is alot of thought that goes into thinking of the right words; like deciding which word between stone and rock. Stone makes you think of round, smooth, worn away, pebbly. But rock has a jagged quality to it. Like cliffs and craggly rocks. I am barely done with my poem. Note I will post it up once I am done with it. By the way I am done with reading Black Water and I dislike it for many reasons. It ends unhappily, and it leaves me with an unsatisfactory feeling, it is very pessimistic. Nothing that I wanted answered is answered. However it is written very well and can be enjoyable if you were just reading for the words and not for the plot. I have to think more on it and maybe I'll come up with more answers or a better clarification. I have just ordered Memoirs of a Geisha on Amazon.com. And do not forget! Harry Potter is coming to me in exactly a week! I will tell you all about it!

Me

Well it's just dreary here in New England home of the New England Patriots... hmm too many radio commercials. "Join us for F-night" etc. I'm nearly done with Black Water which isn't bad but like my other experience with Oates, I am left with many unanswered questions that are just thrown out there and leave you wondering. Maybe this one will answer it by the end of the book. I'm in the middle of writing a poem, however I don't have a title for it...though my working title is "Simple Rhythm"...try and figure out what's it about...heehee. It's like all actresses who claim that they would never do a nude scene but will pose for playboy because it was done "tastefully". I hate that. But in life we must all do things that we dislike. It's for that 15 minutes of fame we all want at some point. Oh well...to arms!
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