too pooped to poop

What a disgustingly long day today has been. I started out tired, and I decided to be coffee-free today, which really isn't that much of a stretch. I don't drink coffee as much as I used to. And I've been refraining from my usual medium iced caramel swirl lattes (with whipped cream). Nothing like starting the day off right, ya know? Anyway, I went back to my old usual--french vanilla iced coffee, although I've upgraded to medium, but I might go back to a small tomorrow. Yes, I'm getting one tomorrow. Try and stop me.

That's not why I'm so pooped. It's a start. I kinda had a late night last night because I felt the urge to watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report which I never got to watch and really wanted to. So I did. No real regrets... Other than the lack of sleep and energy.

Work was work. Nothing new to talk about. Nothing I can remember anyway.

It was the after-work that killed me. More moving of my grandmother's things from point A to point B. Oh, and I met the movers today during my lunch break. I kind've wish I didn't, but I was there for my grandma because my dad couldn't stay. They weren't the typical guys I'd hang around, but they made me laugh because they kept messing with the "boss" guy with this little rubber ball-string thing. They pulled it back, and let it fly right in the man's bald head. It made a "bloop!" sound, so the guy doing it kept saying it, making everyone else laugh. Four guys altogether.

Anyway, after work I went back and loaded my car up with pillows and some other random things. I should've taken a picture. Sigh. Honestly, it looked like a small portion of my Comfy Room idea. I'll talk more about that later. I'll also take the rest of her stuff out later. I instead helped unload my dad's truck and my mom's van, full of mattresses, clothes, boxes of hats, and just... stuff. Some heavy, some cumbersome, some in between. My entire body was screaming. Mostly my lower back and most of the body of my feet. My feet's yelling was muffled by my shoes. They are still whimpering because of the pressure I'm putting on them right now. And my back?

A few weeks ago I saw an infomercial for a device my father and I mocked and laughed for a good 5 minutes where basically you strap yourself on a board, then you make the board turn you on an upside down slant, I think at a 45 degree angle. But it's supposed to help your back in some way. And right now, I want one.

In the meantime, I will eat my chicken quesadillas I ordered a little while ago, and try to call it a night way before midnight arrives. I'll take some pictures of some other things later. Like the jungle in my dining room and my Bob Dylan kit.

productive

I guess you can say today was a good day. Why not? I completed 47 or 48 files at work. (I can't remember.) I "fixed" the fax/copy machine. (I just hit cancel when someone decided to made 115 copies (or more) of 3 pages when I think they meant to fax it... it was newbie.) And in the past 24 hours I've written 2 brand new poems. Well, I started the 2nd completed one a week ago, but I finished it at work. But of which are now posted on here. I'm loving that I can just email my thoughts to this blog now.

I'm actually home right now... so that's different. I'm still playing with the settings, which have recently changed a bit. Like the fonts. I don't know if that's me or my various posting methods. I'll figure it out eventually. I finally have a link to the other blog I post to now. Unfortunately you'll have to scroll down to see it.

Anyway, my grandmother is here now. She's slowly but surely moving in her essentials. The rest is going in storage until she finds an apartment. I'll send a pic of the jungle in our dining room later. I hear her banging around in the kitchen so I better get down there and act sociable. I'm sure she'll learn that I usually dwell in my room until food is prepared or served. Not that I'm antisocial, I just prefer being in my room, or out of the house. Is that so bad? Didn't think so.

Forever Lasts Tonight

Orange meets purple, here comes the tide.

The shore begins to darken, waves continue to ride.

As the sun kisses the sky goodnight,

a group of friends approach in the lunar light.

Sandy beaches under star speckled skies.

The full moon shines down where a blanket lies.

Familiar music plays that I know I never heard

but some how I'm able to sing each and every word.

Unaware that perception of time seems to fade,

understanding memories were meant to be made.

Laughing, living, loving with carelessly gentle ease

as the natural and comforting warm summer breeze.

Slowly, silently, we lament that time is not still.

We all agreed, if we could, it would be our will:

this summer's night would last forever.

The night will always reign a month before September.

We found tranquility in our little piece of the world.

If only we could share it with every boy and girl.

Alas, time moves on, and the sun returns to reign,

forcing the moon, stars and night from whence it came.

The friends continue to marvel at the beauty of hues.

The sun melting away darkness into light yellows and blues.

We, too, think it's due time we slip into sleep,

but we're too afraid to leave a place so serene and sweet.

Inspiring poems, stories, dreams, memories and songs.

It's hard to go home when it seems this is where we belong.

this poem needs a title...

She found herself beautifully, tragically flawed,
always jumping for love when she should've crawled.
She'd tell you that'd say different, seeing what she saw--
looking past the imperfections and excluding all exceptions.
Ready to give affection with a heart san protection.
Again and again her heart gets broken.
And they say what doesn't kill, makes stronger.
Again and again I wonder, how much longer?
How much longer can her heart continue to burn?
How much longer until she's loved in return?
Have you ever looked in her eyes?
Have you ever seen them when she cries?
Do you know where she goes when she hides?
Do you follow the tracks of tears when she cries?
That's where she truly resides.
That's where her truth lies.
And it's a sensitive place...
with gentle grace...
soft embrace...
slow pace...
wait...

Within minutes, hours, days
her heart has regains strength.
It beats to a new rhythm that plays
as a new love flows from her heart,
from her soul, to yours, and out to the world.
The girl who loved to love, because she learned it from above.

pics!

yay!

blogging for the sake of blogging

1000 apologies for not really blogging lately. Since I've recieved my long anticipated LG Voyager, I've been trying to hook it up to all the things that I like using, such as email, MySpace (haven't tried actually), games, music, banking and blogging. This blog has a feautre where you can send text messages to your blog and it'll post it, so I can literally blog from anywhere as long as I have a signal.

Which gives me an idea... hmmmm... What methinks is I should text a PICTURE and see if that works. And yes, I'm thinking "out loud."

If that doesn't work, I still have my back up plan which is send emails to a special email address that is linked to this blog. I haven't tried it at work or my phone yet. Whenever I do, I won't be able to check it until I get home.

Back to the original thought... my phone is too advanced for this site I guess. Since the Voyager ranks with the iPhone, they aren't capable of the special text-to-blog feature. Oh well. You win some you lose some.

In the meantime, I think it's due time for some picture updates of things that have been going on around my house and at work. Nothing big, but since when do you need a big reason to post pics. Huh? HUH?? That's what I thought.

My room is freezing due to the lovely New England weather. I have a love-hate relationship with the climate here. Right now, I guess it's kind've neutral. Like the feeling you get when you meet your ex's new boyfriend. Or your new girlfriend's last boyfriend. In most cases, that's usually not a good feeling. But if you are as passive as I am, most people you know live in the range between 0 and any positive number.

I'm supposed to be cleaning my room. And I'm almost done... sort've. I just need to vacuum. My floor is so trashy. From many strands of hair from the last time I untwisted it, to tiny Smartfood Popcorn pieces that missed my mouth. Which is odd in itself because I eat them one at a time. So I think I'll go spray some Febreeze-like-fragrance-stuff made by All, then vacuum, giving my room that fresh smelling smell versus whatever it may have smelled like before. If only I had the energy to really clean up in here and throw stuff away.

Let's talk about cloning real quick. I'd really rather have the power to split myself up for a little while, so one of me can sort through papers and junk mail, and another me can throw things away, and another me can hang/fold clothes. I think one of me would take a nap, and another me can continue blogging. THEN when all is complete, we all join back up and I will have these tasks completed, and an extra boost of energy because one of me was resting. It's fun to dream.

Earth Day

So it's Earth Day again... and some have heard me predict this time around, people will actually care. This makes Al Gore happy.

Am I do anything special for Earth Day? Earth no! Why the earth should I when we are supposed to be doing the whole "going green" thing everyday? It's like showing love to your brethren and fellow man only on Christmas. I actually watched a Netflixed episode of the late animated cartoon Dilbert... yes based on the comic strip. Well this particular episode was titled "Holiday" and Dilbert complains how there are too many holidays at his job which means no one will ever get any work done. Although I do wonder if anyone works at that place besides him. And it's apparent why the animated series didn't last very long--the jokes are a little too complex. But then again so is the comic strip. At least I get those jokes. I gave up on Cathy years ago.

But we're talking about Earth Day. All the years before I remembered everyone-men and women, boys and girls, of all ages, races, walks-of-life--all holding hand and wearing matching white T-shirts with giant globes plastered on them and doing community service like picking up trash or planting a tree. And that was it. You might be lucky to see the same kind of Earth-P.D.A. around Arbor Day, which to me is a joke. A holiday for trees. Why not a holiday for grass? Dirt? Water? Air? Sunlight! Oh wait, that might be Sunday... Which, oddly enough, isn't always a sunny day. I think I'm thinking a wee bit too deeply about this all, because I feel the next step would be worshiping these natural things... which I know some people do anyway, but to some it's considered paganism.

I can't stay on topic today. I think I just wanted to say "I told you so" to those I told that Earth Day '08 will be one of the more biggerer Earth Days that we've had. I don't remember any concerts going on last year. We, they had the Live 8... But that wasn't for Earth Day.

Moral of this story - go outside. Play in the dirt like you were 9. Plant a tree, or a flower, or reseed my lawn with some thick and lush grass. Do it for the Earth. But do it EVERYDAY! Not just today.