I have my 12 thoughts

Lungs

Today was massively up and down. I felt so happy, and then tried to share it with someone who turned out to be the wrong person at that moment. It drives me crazy when you have less than cozy moments with people when you just had a fun and beautiful time with them two days before... maybe it's just because I grew up on Doctor Who, but it makes me want to look down every alley for the Tardis - 'cause surely that'd be the moment when I should have my turn with it.

It's clear enough what I want to do; that's never been a problem with me. Ironically, this is exactly what my Comrade is infamous for - having no idea what he wants. I heard him say on Wednesday, holding me, that he felt the way he wanted to feel, and that he hoped to stay with those emotions. That was the first time he'd said something in so comforted a tone in quite a while, and I was so glad to hear it. If someone makes you so happy and calm, or even just helps you get there, why would you ever want to give that up? Why would you question whether it was right to get that from them or not?

I should also mention that he is infamous for being incredibly kind. He is averted by the idea of expressly disliking someone. He is not fond of his boss - a man with what can only be described as polarizing ideals - and it rips at him every day. Since taking the job almost a year ago, he's looked for something to learn from this man, and has seen nothing other than money-managing tips and where to get a good cigar. Often, he's dying for a mentor - he's aching to learn and grow.

He's my best friend, and for obvious reasons, I've been thinking of him a bit lately. My friend Dan is a big fan of Fight Club (he's seen it at least 1,000 times), and it's been putting that line in my head - 'You met me at a very strange time in my life'. It might not be exactly a strange time ... but it was coming together, it's fraying a little, and I know it'll wind back up. Today was frustrating.

Max's Advocate

 

Dear Mr. Blogger - 

Upon discovering Sarah's Blog, I remembered that I had one of my own, many moons ago. After many attempts at remembering which e-mail adress it was registered under, and what my password was, I was horrified to find this little relic. Maybe not horrifed - probably just that feeling of "Oh yeah, that was me at 15, wasn't it?". 

Now I'm much much older (19), cleverer, and just starting to feed some of my interests. I got a cat, got engaged, moved out, got a camera, and got dumped. Things are changing... not for the better, at the moment, but I know they will be soon. Now's when I'm getting over a false start. 

Expect lots of photographs, Egyptology, hyper-enthused posts on opera, scattered pessimism, trips to Boston, a growing admiration for plants, The Stone Church Music Club, my Stitch-and-Bitch group, and pumpernickel bagels.

Dirichlet's Drawer Principal:

The principle, that if a very large set of elements is partitioned into a small number of blocks, then at least one block contains a rather large number of elements. Also known as the Pigeonhole Principal, it basically means that if you have three children, two have to be the same gender. While it has no love for hermaphrodites, I like it, and I like the sound of it, so it's the header for a while, 'till I find the next thing that sounds nice. 

See you soon.

-Cait

 

Happy Happy Joy Joy

I got tickets to the Macca concert in September! Hoorah! I'm terribly excited and I don't know what else to say. I'm on holiday this week, so ... I'm very bored and excited and... I'm going to explode now.

Day the third.

Bah, so bored. I haven't done anything over the last few days except talk online. Well, no more of that! I think I'll be reading today.

There is also a Python marathon on BBCAmerica today, so I'll be watching that for... 7 hours.

Hello to Mega, Bookie, Presumed Dead, Donkey Style, AlexOrk, Violet B, jl2004, memento, reg, cuddles, and uh....oh... dang... who'm I forgetting.... ahhh... well, Sarah and... ... ... ... oh yeah! Laura! and focus! hi everyone!

New Year's Day.

Why does the new year have its own day anyway... It really doesn't make much sense, does it? I mean, for me, New Year's is a dismal time, because it marks the beginning of another year you have to live through. Then there'll only be another and another until you die, and then everyone mourns... Ah, I am morose, aren't I? Ah well, perhaps I should talk of something less... disagreeable.

My mum is downstairs watching the bloody Rose Parade thing... It's rather ridiculous in my opinion, why would you watch cars piled with organic rot drive down five miles of tarmac??? I don't know why. Oh, bugger, I'm missing the python marathon on BBC America.... must be off, adios!

-Cait the Great

First Post on This Journal

Here's my first entry in the journal I'm going to let my online friends read. It just wouldn't make any sense to them (you) to read my normal journal... It's just kinda... well, it really wouldn't make sense, believe me. At any rate, here's the events of today.

Today I woke up at exactly noon. My mum had pancakes, which I don't like to eat, ready at the table. She also informed me that we might be going to visit my grandmother which is... okay, except that she said that we could see A Series of Unfortunate Events again today. But I'm not unused to broken promises, so alas...

I've been on the computer ever since we got home from Ohio on ... Monday, I think. It's always fun to talk to everyone, of course, pd, reg, tornado, violet, bookie, alexork, I'm sure I'm missing someone. Terribly sorry!

Well, I believe this is getting too silly, so I'm going to go watch fawlty towers. Bye, then

-cait

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Galloping through the sward,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,And his horse concorde,He steals from the rich,And,gives to the poor,Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Riding through the night,Soon every lupin in the land,Will be in his mighty hand,He steals them from the rich,And gives them to the poor,Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Dum dum dum the night,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Dum de dum dum plight,He steals dum dum dum,And dum dum dum dee,Dennis dum, Dennis dee dum dum dum,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Riding through the woods,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,With his bag of things,He gives to the poor,And takes from the rich,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Riding through the land,Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,Without a merry band,He steals from the poor,And gives to the rich,Stupid Bitch.