Too Much of a Good Thing

Starting ones day with their inquiries of astrological synastry - is a plodding start to a day's tasks at hand; or rather an efficient way for one to reorder their priorities.

I have a disposable camera here, I might even get that sent out today. This plus another one I have lying around. And then maybe a few more too. Because it if is 9$ + 3$/roll afterwards.. this means.. I'll do ten rolls? 30$ish. Hmm.. I wonder if that is for doubles too, eh. There is that photo copying center at Superstore as well..

And then I will have photos. May this be considered a present to myself? Hell, I'll even give these photos away too.

I don't even think I have 10. Which is awesome. Okay. So today is Friday. The only thing I need to do at Port is grab my xacto knife, and that chainmail torso. maybe also the remainding springs to cut. Tonight Mareena works, so I can develop some photos there. I'll bring this laptop too? or no? Hmm..

I can do my semiotics paper until, let's say 2. So I have 4 hours? pfft.. let's say.. 5. So I have 7 hours. Then I'll run over to port, grab my shit. While I'm at the photolab, I can put that one colour film roll back into the camera, because I think that it's still got some photos on it unused (!). Um, so yes.

FEeling good? I got some coffee into me, I'll take some vitamines later.

The astrology just sets my head straight in terms of synastry. I use it to calm myself down really. When I just start reading 'textbook' 'explainations' of the flow of energies between me and another person, it'll say something which hits the head of the nail in terms of how I feel, or how I've been acting/thinking, with respect to others and stuff. And possible better ways in which to see the situation.

I think it's done good. So much good.. that it's time to start this paper. Whish me lhuck.

Oh no, you'd be right.

The timer went off, I guess it's time to go now. So soon. I just got here.

"refill it and then be on your way."
"grab some oranges, make it look... in conspicuous."

I'm always .. past where I wanted to be. Past. Late. Delayed. But here,
alas.
I delay me'sef.

okay, then

5 minutes for things that .. are of happiness.

drinking vitamin water / washing pots / wearing long blouse from Mom / printing off an essay that took a damn long time / feeding someone and they say that it tasted good / someone just taking food one cooked because it is good and it is comfortable enough to just eat without direction / a reeeally good hug / pushing oneself to get up and do something and actually doing it and thanking yourself after / hot showers / cold showers / extremely mild temperature showers / waking up beside someone who is warm / soft skin / beautifulness / eating grapefruit and thinking, you know what, this ain't that bad / getting things out from the skin; ingrown hairs, pimples, black heads.. / folding laundry right after it is done / warm laundry / petting cats / picking up a guitar and making some sweet amateur sounds / seeing friends / seeing friends and going all excited just because you see them, and not even caring or thinking about anything else outside of that moments of just being blessed by seeing them / maple smoked salmon / smoked oysters on hummous / fresh oysters all the time, really / feeling beating hearts / liking some one / liking yourself as you like others ('you' 'I' 'one') / feeling the sun / sunlight through windows / writing because it feels good / talking / listening / someone does a friendly touch to the arm after just meeting them - comfort / large blankets / cool winds / smoldering hot days too / favourite movies / heavy breathing / faucet-like sweating / watching someone smile because they thought of something goood / seeing a beautiful smile / large voluminous laughs / oh, and smoothies.

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Evacuate

I had an intention on coming on here.. the turn I took though, was going onto Facebook first. What's up with that? That... action? I think of it as a little reward, "Oh I'll go on here for a second." Reward? A little thing. But then it extends itself to moments and pages onwards.

But I think I came on here to describe... my day? I hesitate now, because I remember I made this visible for those whom wish to go to my Dreams blog via facebook, then profile, then to my other blogs (aka here). And this is terrifying.

Fuck,

I've been found.

Dictionary-anxietee

It's might not literally be the only reason, but the only reason why I want a new computer, is so my dictionary will be upgraded. This OS is from 2007, I feel stunted in the world of linguistics.

o k

Sometimes, or rather most times, or rather at times, I want to write stuff that is amazing and poetic. Where someone will have read it, or amidst reading it, their head will just blow off, their heart will sink. At my use of cliches.. whaddya think?

I'm filing away with a metal file
my aluminum casts of my fingers
i'm a foundryphile
not really
i've only been once
hence the fingers, covered in dust
metal dust
maybe it's bad to breathe

in.





yhup.