I'm still suffering larp-lag, and basking in the residual glow of a weekend freely spent. Perhaps larping is the most freely that one can spend three whole days, at least while in a social setting.

I'm beginning to fall in love with Sidereus, and after a weekend of playing, I notice that I'm a little bit in love with myself, too. Not in a pig-headed ( Read more... )

Wednesday, Brenna picked me up at the shop and we went swing dancing, immediately followed by a trip to hell.  We missed the dance lesson at the CV club, but the old men took Bren under their wing and she was swinging in no time.  On the walk home from hell, we spoke in British accents with each-other and convinced a guy that we were foreign.  Then ( Read more... )

 
Yesterday marks my one week anniversary of my life in New Orleans. It also marks the 24th anniversary of Brenna's time on the Earth, as well as that of a certain important event in my own life - but we won't get into that. Yesterday was Valentines day.

And as free as I feel, it is funny to see that it took me less than a week to become entangled in ( Read more... )

Apparently is moving in together.  And no, I do not mean this in the overly religious sense or where it applies to the opposite sex.  I mean it where it applies to best friends ( Read more... )

     I have the jitters.  Not the kind where you're stressed or in need of a caffeine fix, but the kind where your soul wants to leap free of your body, and you can't help but wonder if it'll shake it's way loose and run away with you, or if you're actually standing on too fragile a cliff which could crack at any moment.
     I'm sitting in an ( Read more... )

Sitting at the kitchen table in our pj's playing spit with the Marilyn deck and drinking soda and nesquik out of martini glasses.  Blaring Matt Nathanson and singing lines while slapping the table and shouting.  Seconds-long pauses to type pieces of heartfelt conversation to a boy who doesn't suspect the insanity on the other end.  Valentines day ( Read more... )

Last Christmas, one of my presents was a little black notebook.  Simple, but it's come to be one of the greatest gifts I've ever been given.  It's priceless now.  I wasn't allowed to open it until I got on the plane, and so the first page is flooded with the inspired prose of a girl who feels herself ascending into something incredible.  It soon ( Read more... )

Moments so dear

How do you measure a year ?

In daylights in sunsets in midnights in cups of coffee in inches in miles in laughter in strife

How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?

Journeys to plan

How do you measure the life of a woman or a man

In truths that she learned in times that he cried

In the bridges he burned or the way that she ( Read more... )

I'm working 38 hours again, this week.  Nothing like being an assistant manager at Christmas.  I love my job (most of the time) but with the disgusting amount that's taken from me in taxes, I rather wish I were back at Matt's Farm and Garden, where I may not have had the title, but at least I could be proud to be doing the work of a manager, a ( Read more... )

So many notions and goals and ideas.  So much to do in a lifetime.  So much inspiration and so little action.  So much passion in such periodical spurts.  So much life lived and yet to be lived.

rockclimbing dancing flying walking skipping singing playing learning doing hearing reading seeing interpreting imagining studying watching smelling ( Read more... )