All too well

He knows how to make the world better in like, 3 seconds.

I need to put together this concept Gabe has spoken of for as long as I have known him. He thinks it's a person, I say it's an energetic force. Someone else made a similar comment to him as mine, but he just wrinkled his brows and moved along.

Thing is, I worry about this force. I shouldn't, but I do.
Hell, I am worried about a lot of things right now. It's a 'splody day in Dawndom, so it's to be expected.

Tomorrow I want to wake up relatively early and hit the gym, work more on theory (yes, the semester is over, but I asked for an extension so I didn't spontaneously combust), work on some art for my mom's mother's day gift, and make a few calls. I think I might invite Daniel to Orie's b-day celebration with me. It'd be nice to have the company, and good for him to meet some people. I may hit the Asterisk gallery first to see Scott Radke's exhibit (plus a few other artists I don't know but am curious about), and then off to Capsule I shall go.

Tomorrow seems simple so far.

Just have to take things one moment at a time.

It's just hard when you want the moments to pass more quickly, for things to move onward, get to be over and done with. I don't know if that's really what I want, but the one thing I crave seems impossible right now, and almost foolish.



I say I am insane.
He tells me I'm passionate.

Is there truly a difference?

Dream # ____, female

Bald-headed Dave was sitting at the coffee-shop counter smoking a cigarette, wearing his usual bandanna, the dark blue one that matched the dark blue sadness of his eyes. He did not seem sad for once, but perhaps contemplative, which struck the curiosity-chord in me, so I walked up to him.

He took a drag off his cigarette and smashed it out gracefully in the ashtray. HIs hands were large and soft-looking, despite the gashes and rough-exterior; I always know when a hand is soft or rough. His hands would surely be soft. He tries to be a manly-man, but the softness comes out in tears at night when he dreams of her death, and how he held her in his arms when she took her last sigh.

I slid my bottom up onto the barstool on his left, and he lifted his head to look at me. I have changed drastically, but does he see that? He never sees me, no matter where his eyes are. Still, I fought off the blush, and turned forward to face the bar and, incidentally, a mirror.

My hair was long, black, and had that '80's curled-up/ feathered rock diva thing going on. I had blue eyeshadow on, and fake eyelashes. I laughed a minute, and might have been a lunatic except for he kept staring at me.

I turned back to my right to face him only to see Vito staring at me, his crow's feet a testament to years in the sun. I looked around -- where was Dave? I didn't even get to say hello...

Vito took a drag off his cigarette, and as I watched him demolish it roughly in the ashtray, my seat grew a back and plush covering.( Read more... )

The + & the - of having oral troubles...

well, the bonus is I lost more weight in one week than I have in a single week since the first few weeks I began dieting.


The minus? Pain, pain and more pain.

I have successfully (meaning, without pain) eaten tepid runny oatmeal and soup (although the broth was really the only thing that didn't hurt). I am thinking I could likely tolerate scrambled eggs, but even trying to eat cake last night hurt, and today cottage cheese hurts. It may just be too cold, but blech! Who wants to eat room-temp cottage cheese???


this just sucks.

Maybe if I just stick to tea for a few days, tea and coffee at room-temp...



*sigh*

The combinations of life AKA how to make Dawn Dawn feel better

Gabe called in the middle of the day groaning about how he was being numerically tortured by Joerael and craving another burrito. He said he saw a large, lovely box of amber that he wished he could buy me, and Joerael began chanting the serial code in the background and I laughed as Gabe screamed on the other side of the phone -- it was all super-silly and wonderful, and further enforces the fact that I adore the hell out of this boy.~8)

I ate a pretty big bowl of broccoli and cheese soup. The broccoli is really small and easy to eat, so I actually feel human right now; I hadn't taken my vitamins or any anti-inflammatory shtuff in so long, but I couldn't because I didn't have anything in my stomach to support it. All of this together equalled me not making it to the gym today. Oh well...I think I'll ride my bike in a few. I need to wake wraptboy up to see if he wants to go to the Asterisk show with me for a while. I'd love to see scottradke's new marrionettes IRL.

Finally, this made me all kinds of giddy. yes, I am a child of the era of Molly Ringwald films. I've watched Sixteen Candles so many times it's got terminal tracking issues. ~8)

Aside all that, HAPPY BIRTHDAY avatar_x!!! I'll be seeing you shortly at Capsule!~8D