So we're off to mexico next week.... we've booked our trip to Peurto Vallarta and our hotel - a little hotel called the Casa Virgilios. Our room is called the Scorpio room. Awesome. I'm very excited. Just thought you should know.

I'll hopefully be back with more to say later.

<3 Dee

So, I'm having a really difficult time thinking of a song I absolutely downright dislike. Probably because I don't listen to songs I don't like very often, and so they aren't the first thing that pops into my head. But here was the verdict, when it was eventually reached: 

All country. Just kidding, there are a few country songs I don't mind, but for the most part I find that genre very repetitive and unoriginal and far too nasal for my liking. Rap, same sort of deal. Too tuneless, too little that I can sing along to, etc. I like my music weird and alternative and preferably sad, for some reason if my Itunes top 25 is right. But here is one song I just can't stand: 

Buckcherry: Too Drunk to F*ck !! Not my least favorite song of all time, but one I thought deserved mention. I just do not like it. 

LInk:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qplBVqPhbBY

Stay tuned for tomorrow! 

*Stream of consciousness blog, don't read it if you don't want to be all confused* 

Things don't always work out the way I want them to. The sense, sorry. Why? Barn burning - Faulkner fits his whole world into Mississippi. Things don't always work out. Guidance, father, let me go. Give me some guidance, so I can live my own life with it's consequences and actions. Repercussed. I am a product of war and geese. We are all war - this is why we don't get to have peace. How cruel to give us the idea of peace, the ideal, then. Beyond, no more to them, capable of stinging. 

Even the house. Mold spores, creeping up corners the man in the closet. Mommy, monsters. Can we fathom does not exist? It is as impossible as fathoming ending or unending. We are the in-between people, the "hollow men". Soiled. You haven't earned yet. Paid out of profit, the invisible tax man. When do we get the blood tax back? Does Saint Peter make us drink it when we die, all the pieces we've lost returned to us like water to a cactus? Your God is a paradox. It makes him more believable. We cannot fathom absolutes. 

Family, family ties. Family binds. Fight. We are a product of war and geese, fight and flight. It meant nothing. Longing, eyes meeting and hearts pinching with an audible escape of breath. You are safe, my love, you are safe and I don't dream about you. I don't dream anymore. It hurts too much. Blood loyalty, major culture, do we care? Keep inconvenience, an excuse, take into consideration your needs. No, stop considering your needs. Consider others. Consider the world. Reflect, this in turn allows you to know yourself. I am blood, I am war, i am ties that bind and the claws that won't let go. I am sinking. 

You'd do anything for your family. Now substitute the you for an I and you have the truth. Egoist. Faulkner, when did you last call a falcon? An example, dominate, subordinate. The sub is always in charge really. A cheap price. We are war with a longing for peace. We see it across the room and love it with our eyes, sighing and pinching and tingling and hoping. But office politics dictate we can't have it. Two teams of horses gone forever and ever. Almost poetic. Very hmmm. Present, interior monologue. 

I am sinking. 
Some days you seem more real than the world.
Somedays you don't.  

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So pet peeves. Yeah, I went there. 

What are your pet peeves? Pet peeves are interesting because people get so irate just thinking about them. And given the nature of some of them, it's quite funny to see people get that intense. 

My pet peeve is... 

Wet paper. ............Yeah. I hate it. I know, I know, hate is a strong word for a piece of soggy tree pulp, but I really really do. It's just... ucky. It's also saddening. You've taken a perfectly nice piece of paper and soaked it down. Why would you do that? what did the paper ever do to you? And now you're throwing it at me. Perfect. Great. Just what I wanted. To be hit in the face with an oversized spitball with you cackling in the back ground like you've just regressed to third grade. 

And it doesn't even matter what type of paper it is. Writing paper is the least icky because it still holds some of it's shape and previous weight. Brown paper and paper towel are the next most icky as they tend to clump, but they still hold a distinct goopy shape and they don't really shred. But then you have... 

Tissue paper. 

My mortal nemesis. 

Go on, go to your bathroom and soak some kleenex. Dare you. Yeah, your face just curled up into a disgusted grimace that Dr. Cal Lightman could spot from across the world. It's gross! It shreds into tiny little shards of wet paper intent on taking over your house. It has a consistency like baby food and you can't keep a hold of it, which means that sucker is going down your leg, or at the very least landing on your foot. And there's no practical reason to be wetting tissue paper! Ever tried to wipe anything with that mess? It just shreds off into little rolls of paper and sits there, useless and laughing at you. 

I have gone to distinct trouble to avoid wet paper in my daily life. However, with two guys for roommates, sometimes it doesn't happen like that. The secret then is to find out what their pet peeves are and use them against them. There's nothing like a mutual fear stalemate. The first time you and your best friend make that panic look at each other because one of you is holding up a sopping box of Puff's Plus and the other is brandishing a red and blue lawn gnome, you'll understand what I mean. That sucker ain't going nowhere. 

What are some of your pet peeves? 

The Butterfly Lives

     Episode 8    

Many Shorts #5

     17 Years after Rebirth

     “No!” Matias ran his hands through his hair, now more grey than black.

     “Why not, Da?” Ani shouted, hands on her hips. Alexi had to stifle a giggle, looking between the two of them. Ani had definitely picked up Matias’s mannerisms. They stared at each other, jaws set, hands on hips.

     “Because you don’t know the inner planets like I do! You don’t know the government like I do!”

     “That’s why I want you to come with me!” She shouted. Alexi set her chin on her hand and wondered how long she should let this go on for.

     “You want – No! Ani, you don’t understand.”

     “Well then tell me! You and Ma are always so secretive about your life before you came here. Why?” Ani ran her fingers through her hair and Alexi giggled. They both turned and set one foot out in front of themselves, glaring furiously.

     “What?” They shouted.

     “I’m sorry, but you’re exactly the same. Honey, your father is from the inner planets. I’m not. I’m from a planet called Earth.”

     “Why can you guys mind speak and stuff?”  

     “That’s not important. Suffice to say we-”

     She’s old enough. Let her have it, Matias said.

     “Stop doing that!” Ani yelled.

     “We…aren’t really Shoalan. We aren’t really…human at all,” Alexi said. Her daughter was nodding, waiting for the revelation.

     “We work for the gods, trying to create balance in the universe,” Matias said, watching her face. Ani stopped and appeared to contemplate this. They had raised her to believe in a higher power, not specifically their gods, but something more. The miners were very religious people.

     “Am I just a job? Someone who’s going to help create balance?” She asked. Her mind was quite calm, and Alexi marveled at her self-control.

     “We were assigned to take care of you, yes. But, love, you have to understand, it was never just a mission. It was always about you. We love you, more than anything,” Matias said.

     Ani nodded, her mind still confused. Alexi thanked the gods that she was such a unique child.     

     “I like that I’m going to help change the universe,” she said, “but I don’t like that I was just an assignment.”

     They all sat in silence for a moment and Alexi knew there were going to be repercussions form what they had told her, but it wasn’t going to happen right now. At the end of the day, Ani was still a teenaged girl, and sometimes even her emotions got the better of her.

     “Now, honey, why do you want to go to the government?”

     “Because children aren’t allowed to work under Shoalan law, and they are working here. It needs to stop.”

     “We agree,” Alexi said. Ani stopped, mouth open.

     “Wait, what? Well… why did you argue with me then? Why did you make me try to contact the government through other means?”

     “We’re teaching you to follow the proper procedures. There are legal ways to do things like this, and you needed to try them or else when we do go to the government, they would send you right back to the start.”

     Ani sat down, put her head in her hands.

     “Am I crazy? I feel like I have to do this. I need to do this, and now I know why.”

     Her parents traded looks and sighed in unison.

     “You’re a very driven girl. We respect that about you. We’ll take you to the capital planet,” Matias said. She felt the regret flooding from his mind.

     I had hoped…

     Me too. I wanted her to live a normal life. It’s not fair to drive a child like that, Alexi said.

     It seems like a lot of what we do is unfair, Matias said bitterly.