New Story

So I've come up with a new idea. ideally a story. Naturally, this elicited the response of 'shouldn't you finish one of your other books?' I can't help it though. I get inspired so easily.
"Writers block: when your imaginary friends stop talking to you."

New Years Resolution

So it's that time again: New Years Resolutions. This shall be mine. I feel like I've attempted this before. The idea is to write something new every day.

To anyone new, I shall rant, muse, and occasionally add plot/character sketches.
To anyone foolish enough to think I live some super interesting life: sorry to disappoint. Then again, maybe I'm just trying to jinx myself.

Anyways, this is Honest; or at least as honest as I need to be.

Midnight

This is the product of writing at midnight and I have no idea where it came from.

I hate how, after he’s left, I can still smell his soap on my clothes after he’s hugged me. He always smells good, not overly cologned good, but nice clean good. There was even one time, while I was crashed out on his couch that I entertained the idea of going and seeing what kind of soup he used. I’d had plenty of time considering the massive hangover I had that night. That was entirely his fault; he supplied the booze and told me to just unwind and that I could sleep there that night. He even let me have his bed. What was curious was the fact that I woke up with my head on his chest.
We have been dancing that damned courtship dance for two months, a record for both of us I’m sure. I’ve had actual relationships last less time than that. He was older than me; hence, him supplying the booze since at the lovely age of twenty I couldn’t buy it myself. He was six years older than me, if I’d been jailbait I’d understand but he argued that we were simply at different stages of our lives. I was entering my bachelors program and he was a year or two away from finishing his doctorate. Psychology majors, yeesh! He said he was getting ready to settle down and I was, well I wasn’t sure where I was.

Save the Ta-Tas (humor)

GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
I have spent the last two months trying to find a job. I have filled out at least 20 applications, I've written many resumés, I've driven around looking for 'help wanted' signs, and nothing. Zip, zilch, nada.
My cousin, she walks into a restaurant, smiles, and asks if they're hiring. She starts Friday. What. The. Hell!!!!!
I spend two months looking and she walks in on a spur and gets a bloody job. My drop-out cousin, whose in a trade class cause she couldn't do anything else, gets a job easier than me.
Knowing her, she was probably wearing her white spaghetti strap that makes a male wonder that if she bent over if she'd fall out of that shirt.
It's the boobs. It really is. She's a DD. Guys can't help but stare.
I need more booby shirts...

"Falling in love with love is falling for make believe..."

I think that soul mates and true love is fictional. Finding that person that you have perfect symmetry with, doesn't exist. The stories of people that have met someone that can finish their sentences, that knows them in and out, that they honestly love with all of their heart...that's a one in a million. For the rest of us mere mortals that haven't been so divinely blessed we have to settle for someone that can be what we need.

Janix, I adore you. But I am tired of waiting for you to realize that what your sibling has is just that. Once in a million. For most of us, love is someone that we're compatible with, that makes us think 'kiss me.' You want me to be like your ex that called you every day, that needed to talk to you all the time. That's not me. If I depended on anyone like that, I would never have made it through half of the crap that I have made it through with so few scars on my heart.
I'm no one's first priority. No one goes to sleep thinking about me or wanting to call me. And if someone did I'd probably be a bit creeped out.
I've said many times that my happily ever after will be with the man that can laugh when I get weird, calm me down when I get homicidal, ground me when I go a bit mad, stop me when I try to do something crazy (or at least have a first aid kit ready), and can actually put up with me until a wedding.

I don't want some perfect life. If I had one I'd probably spend my time trying to figure out how the heck did that happen. I want a real one. I real life, a real relationship that isn't going towards some make believe future.

Harmonies

Yea, so I have spent the last five days or so working on the harmony of a song. And today it came to me. I wonder, since the song is about Janix that this is a sign. Who knows, but as that situation is still giving me a headache I'm not gonna spend much time on that. (Not that I regret it. It's just horribly complicated.)
Well today I gave my speech in Religions class about Wicca. Rin and I talked about it all the way home. What surprised us were the questions that were asked, as opposed to the ones that weren't.

1. No I cannot turn a person into a frog. I would love to be able to but I am bound by human limitations. Unlike stupidity. "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." Albert Einstein
2. Have you seen Jesus? No? You believe in him, right? So why does that mean that I have to have seen one of my goddesses for them to be real?
3. Magick isn't flashy like it is in the movies so no I can't fly, no I can't make sparks shoot from my fingers, and no I can't move things with my mind. I have precog not telekinesis.
4. Yes I believe in faeries, dragons, vampires, werewolves, leprecauns, and all the other fey. And yes I even occasionally see them.
5. If I wanted to hurt someone physically I would just punch them as opposed to calling down some bad mojo on my butt. Everything comes back to you and using magick to hurt someone is...going...to...hurt...you...BACK! I'm a black belt. I'm a rather strong black belt. And a rather sadistic one. *Whispers.* I'll just kick them.

And Rin, you are funny. But then again I'm rather mean also so you might just naturally crack me up.

Break Ups

My heart feels like its breaking. I have a theory about broken hearts. The reason your heart hurts so much is because it's telling that this isn't the path that you're supposed to be following. Your heart is saying 'stop. Rethink this decision.'
Secondly, I feel like I'm in limbo. I think Janix and I have broken up but I don't know for sure. When I said that I was breaking up with him he kind of changed my mind on if I wanted to but then said he would prefer if I did because he's certain he'll hurt me again. To hell with that. I admit it, I'm a bit of a masochist and it's not his job to make my decisions for me. I want to be with him.