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Wednesday, 18 May 2005 15:59:22
Those of you who know my brother, Ath, probably know that he's a pretty nice guy...most of the time. But read his most recent blog-is he not mean? And to me, his older sister! The one who used to hold his hand to make sure he got across the street safely! The one who made sure his shoes were double-knotted! I am hurt :disappointed: Okay, not really, because this is how we are to each other all the time. And he really is a very nice guy. And good looking too (I'm going for guilt here.) But I do want to state for the record that not only did I ask his permission before choosing my alias, I was on the phone WITH HIM when I picked it! Stealing indeed! And I do smell-like lemon verbena. Sweet and refreshing.
Wednesday, 25 May 2005 20:29:08
I don't like where I live. It's this neighborhood full of manufactured houses off a clogged road in a small town. There are no sidewalks, hardly any trees, and I can't walk or ride my bike anywhere, because there's nothing close enough (and I'd get dead. SC drivers are mean to bike riders.) But there is one good thing about my neighborhood. At the end of my street there is a small patch of woods that borders two other neighborhoods. It's probably a 1/2 mile square (well, more trapazoidal, but whatever) of woods. There are several paths that run through it, most of which I traverse on a daily basis. I love to get up in the morning and walk through the woods before I go to work. I love knowing I'm the first person there that day. I love watching the small winged insects rise at my feet as I wake them up from their beds of pine straw. I feel momentarily guilty for disturbing the work of the unfortunate spiders who spent the night building webs across my path. I love the clean smell, especially after a rain. So many creatures live there: rabbits, lizards, birds, squirrels, snakes, small boys with paintguns. I've even seen deer tracks (though I've never seen the deer.) The woods are my sanctuary when I'm having a bad day or overwhelmed by life. I think better when I'm around trees. My thoughts fall into pace with my footsteps. I often think of Mal (to tie this all into Firefly) and how he said that the woods were the only place he could see a clear path. I love my little patch of woods.
Tuesday, 31 May 2005 21:01:08
So, I had a horrible time getting home from my vacation yesterday. I'm currently operating at about a 75 IQ (if you factor in that you drop 15 IQ points for every hour of sleep you lose. Don't know if it's true, but I think I read that somewhere. But like I said, I'm currently not functioning properly. It's a miracle I can type and form sentences.) The vacation itself was lovely, it was the delayed flight, long drive, getting home at 2:30am, getting up at 7am that was hard. But I made the best of it. On the flight home I sat by 2 young men (unfortunately too young) and managed, though my own ingenuity (my IQ was much higher last night) to bring Serenity into our conversation. Gotta spread the Browncoat love, right? So, hopefully, they'll check out the trailer, maybe pop by here, who knows. I just feel good, knowing I'm doing my part. And that reminds me that I have to check on the person who I lent my first Firefly DVD to... But now I must go home and sleep.