Spinning madly across the sun

In 2007, nude recreation represented a $440 million industry — up from $400 million in 2001 and $200 million in 1992 — and it’s still growing, says the American Association for Nude Recreation, which promotes au natural vacations as “nakations.”

I always have wondered how things get left in the middle. Unsaid.

I have always wondered how people can live like that...half their own and half overextended between hope and despair...somewhere where they can't possibly reel it in again...just have to wait for the crashing fall or the mind-settling explanation.




For once: : ]


For no particular reason. And that makes it stronger than the others.

I forgot the fucking graphic novel I was going to borrow. Now what will become of my Friday?

My first act as a 21 year old:
I am going to go climb a mountain.

Right now.

Holy shit.

They have never heard of brownies in Ireland.

I am in a destructive sort of mood.

It is grey and blustery and I am wearing a skirt..
Entire worlds can change in the course of a day.
I am sated.

To all that do not know, I issue an official announcement. Next semester I am going to be in Limerick, Ireland attending Mary Immaculate College. I didn't want to tell people too soon and then it fall through, but now it is pretty much official. I am going to be around for most of January not going to school or working, so if anyone wants to get some Melissa time in before I leave (and submit souvienier requests) I would love to spend a day with you.

Fluxing forward and backward-I see it all around me. Conclusions with no solution-clarity with no release. You'll never believe me, never forgive me, but perhaps I can prove myself with time. I've got that. And even if it is all a pointless idealistic dream that I am chasing, time too shall reveal such. I'm realistic, just stuck in this way. Can you really blame me? It's worth it. You're worth it.

"It's like at the circus, when you get lost in the crowd. You're happy but nervous desprate to find what you've lost..."

Don't think of today's rain as an element of bad day for you, but instead as a great day for trees and bushes.

My dreams reflect the life I wish for while reality stubbornly sticks to schedule.






(I've got some crazy wanderlust)

Oh how I anticipate seeing the Shins. Thursday. Holy crap.

I have finally been able to wrap my mind around something solid. I am okay. I really feel quite good.

There are so many people in this world, and each one has an infinite pool of memories and experiences to share. Thus, the greatest thing you can hope to accomplish in this world is to meet these individuals. They may hurt you. They may love you (which, sometimes is just as bad). They may change you beyond recognition, altering you even to your own eyes. We all leave our mark on each other.

Any experience that you share with someone else is worth it without question. We are all loosely binded to those we are acquainted with by fine lines. Think of a room filled with people, connected to one another by string. Some of those lines are going to be thicker. Some of those lines will be cut before their time. Some of those lines, although strong, will never develop into anything else.

It is hard to describe what I am thinking. I feel lucky to have such connections and shitty for ever taking them for granted. It is hard to think about where I am going. I had never really allowed myself to do so before, writing it off as something I would get to when faced with it.

Main idea: It is hard to be hurt. It is hard when one of the most base and prominent strings in your collection is severed. You reach out...feel for something to fill that void in all of the weirdest places. You are faced with questions about yourself and your reality that were pushed aside until a later date. You miss him like hell...not really sure what part, but a vague yearning that cannot be filled by any amount of avoidance or substitution.

When it comes right down to it, however, the other strings in the room are expanding. There already are other connections that force previous ones to sink to the ground in an embittered tangle, to be worked out later, or to be left to fade into memory. Not to be replaced, merely less relied upon.

I load the pictures onto my computer, then hit the "Erase all" button. Categorize, catalog, and store memories for a later date.

And so it goes. Thank you. Really. : ]

Let's start the new year wright.

I would like to make clear that this is a mostly friends only journal now. Some wiley posts slipped through.

The kitty loaf shall
invade Livejournal!
Long Live Kitty Loaf!

The kitty loaf will be made
into a sammich for all eternity!
Kitty Loaf Is For Sammiches!

I like this one better. It makes me pretty hungry though...

Melissa


The movie the Labyrinth is one of the silliest movies I've ever seen. David Bowie and Muppets....Jim Henson must have been crazy.?