okay, i just got up. i’m staying up almost until sunrise now. my sleep schedule is terribly off and i can’t wait for when i go back to cali for thanksgiving…i can finally rest and catch up on sleep. hopefully get my brain to shut down for a little while.
i had a dream last night where i woke up this morning and was rereading the post about the O.N.E. carton and the line, “SomeO.N.E. will change your life.” i found a comment under the post where someone had written:
Soon.
and it freaked me out because it’s not possible to leave comments on my blog. and also, because i caught a glimpse of something in the lines of the future changing.
So this was what upset me so much when I was three. This explains so much!
I’m watching it for the first time since then. Listen to the lyrics of the song. Just when you’re sure that you’re safe and secure, that’s when it happens to you… This is a nightmare song!
And then there’s that full moon that’s the only thing that keeps him from being completely alone.
Dude, what if this movie was the earliest and greatest influence on my psyche? What if my whole spiritual journey is just my discovery and recovery from post traumatic stress caused by watching Snoopy Come Home?
Wow. A life haunted by the prophecy of a cartoon. That would be…something.
I’m drinking cashew fruit juice and on the side of the carton it says, “SomeO.N.E. will change your life.”
Thanks, I said, genuinely grateful.
I love O.N.E. coconut water. I tried some when I found it in my parents fridge and have been really into it since. It’s low-calorie and high in potassium. I need the potassium since I workout so much, but it’s hard to get me to eat more than one banana a day, if that. And the taste reminds me of being young in a warm, tropical place.
O.N.E. Coconut Water is the all-natural sports drink of choice for sharpshooting Indy Loop shooting guard, Julia Sh__ of the world-famous Seattle Recreational Women’s Basketball League. When she’s not nailing left-wing 3’s or flirting with the refs, she reaches for O.N.E., the only 100% natural sports drink high in electrolytes with the fresh taste of the tropics. O.N.E–Lets you keep your bounce.
***** Okay, give me free stuff. This juice ain’t cheap.
sometimes you watch how people come into the maze in hopes of seeing how to get out.
yeah, seriously, has anyone asked the sun if he’s lonely? like, what’s he doing out there?
Oh…watch out for panthers…
it’s not survival of the fittest. it’s survival of those who can adapt.
i’m transforming, my friend.
uh oh. she’s playing with craigslist again.
9234…where did those numbers come from?
i was always a good girl. naughty, occasionally diabolical, terribly irresponsible, but overall, very good. that’s why i want a good guy.
i don’t know why, this just tickles me for its randomness. Goodnight Saigon
julia. you are late on three stories.
1. the masked rebellion against scientology story 2. the woman with the mullet talking of underground cities story 3. the homeless man story
do it.
after a brief dance break with Ditty.
in this world, you can believe in a lot of people but there are really only few you can trust
the strongest decision an artist makes is to just stop participating in this world and seeing what happens.
i am pretty sure the cast of bones partieeees.
fucking english people. what the hell is their problem. you can’t talk to them about the problem because the problem is the one thing they refuse to talk about. i’m just sayin’.
we don’t have to be mean, people. come on. i may not be the smartest person, but i swear there’s an answer in there somewhere. just do your best doing something you do best. try to do it well.
ants. i love ants. they kind of terrify me and fascinate me. i find it so noble that they always go back for their dead.
i remember sitting in our front lawn, watching ants devour a peach that had fallen out of a grocery bag. they cleaned it down to the pit. the efficiency was unbelievable.
when i’m walking, i’m always so scared that i’m stepping on ants.
the people who have the sharpest vision are usually the blindest to things closest to them. that’s what it adds up to.
C Dwight Howard, who looked like Larry Bird on the free-line line Sunday in Toronto, said he told everybody around him — teammates, coaches, etc. — to stop giving him advice.
Howard, a career 60 percent free-throw shooter, hit 14-of-16 against the Raptors after making only 7-of-17 coming into the game.
“Everybody is always asking me about it,” Howard said. “Everybody telling me what to do and what not to do. I’m like, ‘Just let me shoot. I’ve worked on it all summer.’ Now I just feel good. I’m not worried about making it or missing it.”
i couldn’t sleep very well last night because there was too much going on inside my head, so i got up, ran errands but just overall felt faded the entire day. mind was unfocused. i decided to go shoot baskets. I made myself some coffee, had a cup, then fell asleep laying on the couch watching an episode of numbers. the door to the balcony was open and it got cold, so rather than getting a blanket, i put my laptop with its hot battery on my chest and went back to sleep.
i’m so happy tonight. last night was hell and tonight feels great. that’s just the way it goes…gotta do the work to reap the benefits. got really positive feedback for last night. cecilia wrote that she and greg (a teammate from the frisbee team who came to watch) were commenting about how i never lose the ball. which is not true because i had at least 3 turnovers, one of which was the tip-off which i flat-out dropped because i was laughing about something. but what mattered was her belief that i “never lose the ball” which means she perceived me as being in control. that’s an external confirmation that i’m currently in control of my energies. i did feel very focused last night, both in the game and in writing. both were well out of my comfort zone, yet i managed to focus as though i was within it. this is great news.
Do you know why honest people make the best liars…
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.
