What you can't have...

You always want what you can't have...

It's not having what you want... it's wanting what you've got...

not wanting what you don't have.

So, can you make this go away? This constant need for things you can't have.

The mysterious unattainable.

Wanting what you can't have: Happiness.'


But instead, you sit alone, singing your song... hoping that someone listens. Or better yet, that someone wants to sing along.

Winter Winds

Sometimes, a song hits you with words that describe exactly how you're feeling... and that, my friends, is why music is one of the world's most wonderful accomplishments.

"Winter Winds"

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head"This time no, This time no"

We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart"Let love grow"But my heart told my head"This time no"Yes, my heart told my head"This time no, This time no"

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome
And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head"This time no"
And my head told my heart"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head"This time no, This time no"

... man.

Footprints

So, I've heard it said that people come into your life... and some of them stay forever... but most of them leave "footprints". Meaning, they effect you, and then they move on, you lose touch, something along those lines. And that's great and everything...

But what if you're the sand that can't let the footprints go. What if you stay behind just staring at them, while they (the footprint leavers) move past you? What then?

I guess, what I'm saying is, how do you go unscathed? How can you keep that footprint from continually hurting you/affecting you? How do you become the "footprint leaver" and not the one that gets walked on?

meh.

Anxiety

Sometimes, it gets the best of me. My stomach goes crazy... my heart beats faster than it should... My insides feel like they're doing cartwheels. I start eating Tums like they'll save my life.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" "Did I say too much?" .. "No, you just think too much"

Then I get queasy. I can't sleep. I'm tossing. I'm turning.

"What if I lose control?"..."Maybe you already have"

Then I get queasy. I can't concentrate. I can't think straight.

"What if I push them away?"... "You have a huge mouth. You talk to much. You've already pushed them away."

Then I vomit.

The end.

Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to fall out of my butt.

Sometimes things happen...

So, that's probably the stupidest thing someone could ever say...

"sometimes things happen..."

No shit, Paige. Things happen a lot... good things, bad things, some things, no things... Things happen.

But sometimes, things happen that change you dramatically. Sometimes your heart gets broken into so many pieces that you don't know how it will ever be a heart again. Sometimes, you are betrayed in ways you didn't think were imaginable, and you somehow find a way to get past it, to move on, and continue as if it never happened. But it did. And somewhere in your mind, in your soul, it has changed you.

It's been six months... and I'm still broken. Completely broken. And I feel like a freak. There were three months of my life that we basically a tornado. I was in love, or so I thought. He wasn't, he lied and said he was. He did mass quantities of cocaine and lied and said he wasn't. He probably slept with multiple girls while he was with me. And lied and said he didn't. And when it ended, he said that he thought that I was the answer to his problems, that I could fix him. No dear, you can't fix that, but you broke me. Thanks for that. .... Then, less than two weeks later, I almost died, and I think that half of me did. Literally. And then, someone that I have loved since I was 17 actually did die, unexpectedly.

So, as I sit here on a Friday night, after being at a good friend's birthday party; after being hit on by multiple men, none of whom I would have wanted to be near, mostly just because they're men; after being told that I'm beautiful; and I wonder, why, if I'm so beautiful, am I always so broken? Why is it that every man that has ever been a part of my life, every man that was supposed to be there for me... was supposed to protect me... take care of me... and just LOVE me... have fed me to the wolves. "here baby, take this... I'm gonna go do some drugs" "Hey, I love you *snort*" "Hey, I want the best for you"... well, the best for me is not what any of you have done, ever. So, you could say that, tonight, I'm a man hater. Go ahead, say it.

But it's more than that... I hate people who can't stick to what they say. If you say you love someone, then love them. Don't leave them. Don't push them aside. Don't choose a high over them. Don't hurt them, repeatedly. That is not love. That is selfishness, manipulative selfishness. And, ladies and gentlemen, it sucks.

That was a tangent I had no intention of going on, but ya know what... that's how I feel. I can't trust or love anymore, and it's because people that were supposed to teach me to trust and love, people that I was supposed to be ABLE to trust and love, have done nothing but toss me aside. So, here goes. I'm broken. And I am healing everyday. But I promise that no one will ever break me the way that the people in the past have. Ever. And with that promise comes the basic inability to love or trust anyone.

Thank you for that.

Oh How The Years Go By...

"How old are you?" ... "26"...
"How old are you?" ... "57"...
"How old are you?"... "18"...

As we grow older, we may have up to 105 different answers to the same question... "how old are you?" It's funny, because I don't think this question ever really hit me the way it has in the past 2 months. I know, I'm only 26, it's silly that I'm thinking that this question "hit me" a certain way, but it has begun to hit me. Maybe it's the recent realization of my mortality, or the ticking of my stupid biological clock, or the fact that 75% of my friends are married/engaged/have children/are pregnant, maybe it's because I have a billion things to accomplish and haven't accomplished them... I can't tell you why exactly, but somewhere along the way, I've started to take offense to the question. Yes it sounds silly, but it's the truth, so bear with me.



Thursday night I was in a bar in State College, PA with a dear friend and was surrounded by 21 and 22 year olds, and I felt old. They were all there in their overwhelming colognes, perfumes, tight shirts and push-up bras, polo shirts and ripped jeans, painted on make-up and bleached hair, hair gel and loan money... drinking shots of grape vodka and bud light... and I was there in a flannel and a santa hat drinking a jack and coke out of a mason jar.


This is not to say that at 21 I wouldn't have been wearing or drinking the exact same things... because I likely would have. Nor is it to say that I would've been any less overwhelmed by the primal mating rituals going on in that bar... and every bar for that matter, but this was different. This was a feeling of loss and inadequacy paired with a deep sense of loneliness and emptiness. I do not want to be 21 again. Not even a little bit. I do not want to be the person that I was at 21, because she was a selfish, needy (albeit, still fun) royal pain in the ass. But for some reason, that girl didn't understand that time was passing, and she didn't hold onto, or value things the way she should have... and for that, I would like to (even if just for a moment) go back in time and beat the living hell out of her. Not that a beating would change anything (violence is not the answer), but just sometimes I want to turn back time long enough to tell people that I love them; to take hateful words back; to not take that drink;to not kiss that boy (or to kiss that boy); to not act that way; to hold back tears (or to let them out); to say what I mean and mean what I say... and I'm sure that somewhere in the back of our minds, all of us do. The sad part is just that the years are passing and passing and passing and I can't hold onto them, I can't make them slow down, and I'm just running along side them hoping they don't beat me to the finish. But they will... eventually.

Oh how the years go by,
Oh how the love brings tears to my eyes,
All through the changes the soul never dies,
we fight... we laugh... we cry...

Basically, all I'm trying to say is "wow... time flies" "seize the day", and about 10 million other cliches, and am doing a rather poor job of saying it. Anyway, I just hope that when the years do beat me to the finish, that I've taken the time to say "Hey, I love you" to those that I do, to kiss that boy (or not kiss that boy), to laugh at that joke, to laugh at that mistake, and to be able to say... "wow... that was awesome."

I have loved you

I have loved you since the day I met you...
It has not stopped.
There have been lulls... there have been waves,
other boys and stupid mistakes, but I have loved you.

I have loved you through stupidity, stubbornness...
I have loved you through honesty and laughter...
I have loved you through vodka and cigarettes;
through tattoos and bad ideas...
There have been days when I have hated you,
days when I have wanted to push you away and never speak to you again...
and days when I've almost succeeded in that...
But I have loved you.

This is more than losing battles, and I could probably stomach losing a war.

I have lost clothing and keys, I have lost love (only to realize I never had it)
but this...
This is more than losing flesh and blood;
more than the end of a constant, steady rhythm;
more than the stop of subtle breaths...
This is the losing,
the breaking...
There are so many things to say...
and I would've said them...

tomorrow;

But you won't be there tomorrow.

This is the losing, the breaking.
I have loved you since the day I met you...
It has not stopped. It will not stop.
There have been lulls... there have been waves,
other boys and stupid mistakes, but I have loved you.

And will, always.

Goodbye, my dear friend.

Itchy Sweaters: My skin is too small

I got the job! I started last Tuesday at an Immigration Law Firm just outside of Philadelphia... now I wake up at 5:45 every morning, get ready, drive an hour and a half, work for 8+ hours, drive an hour and a half home... see my boyfriend, and hopefully a friend or two... the end.
I spend 14 hours a day sitting. Those of you who know me know that sitting still is not necessarily my strong point... but I'm doing it. And I'm learning. But the thing is... I'm still confused.
This stuff fascinates me. I know that when I go to law school that this experience will be invaluable and I will know so much, not only that, I'm surrounded by people that understand the importance of appreciating those who are different from us, which is a beautiful thing. But I haven't played my guitar in a month. I have no inspiration, and no desire to have any. I wear sweaters that itch... and itch... and itch... and I constantly feel like I'm going to burst out of my skin and find myself in some alternate reality where my dreams actually meet my reality. ... constantly.

I never do. And the itchy sweaters still itch. Bad.

10-4. Over..... Copy That.

I get right now. I ended my last entry with that... "I don't get a do-over, but I get right now". There are posters that say things like this, with encouraging pictures on them, like a silhouette of someone running set up against a bright orange setting sun; "It's not the destination, it's the journey". Well woohoo! Thank you Mr. Hallmark for that insightful tidbit. I truly appreciate that. It's not about getting a meal on the table, or a roof over your head, it's about enjoying every single self-deprecating, alienating moment of being unable to do so. Yippeeeeee!
Despite my sarcasm, I do believe that I don't get a do-over, and the only chance at "redemption" I really have is in attempting to make the best of what I have learned from those mistakes. But I have a question for you... why is that always so damn hard?
I have trained myself to be a certain way, and now that I have learned, logically, how to handle myself differently, how do I make my emotions do it? And how do I make others around me see that I am different if they are unwilling to believe that I am not the 12 year old, over-weight, attention seeking badass? How can you change, and be that changed person if people constantly force you into the corners you've always been in? How do you change the way you react?
I have tried. I don't yell anymore. I don't fight. I sigh, calmly, and hope that they back away and let me breathe. But they still yell the same, throw words like punches and jab their teeth into my skin, pouring insults directly into my weary bloodstream. I try to keep quiet; I hold my tongue so far in the back of my mouth that I think I may lose it forever. I swallow my opinions, convince myself that my emotions are invalid, convince myself that I am the issue and that they are justified in their constant antagonizing. I roll over and submit to the beating.... sticks and stones may break my bones, but let me tell you something: Words hurt the most. And I am tired of words. I am tired of choking down the pain and the hurt to keep from doing the same, when all that I want... all that I have ever wanted is peace.
Those of you that know me, know that I was not built to be a fighter, but a laugher and a lover. But when you are brought into a fight, you either come in swinging or you end up dead. So I have swung, kicked, punched, elbowed, bit and scratched. I have had broken bones, bruises, but they heal. Broken spirits take a lot longer, broken hearts take a lot longer... especially if you have a hard time remembering where you left yours.
So, my question is... how do I rise above my surroundings in my attempts to make real change? How do I love these people who can't love me enough to let me be happy, to let me have peace, to not break my heart every.single.day. without becoming calloused to them?
I have made extreme improvements, and I will get to the good parts, but today this is really weighing on me: how can you change in an environment that stays the same... negative, pessimistic, ill, selfish, sad, depressing.....? How can you change if you're in this? And how can you change if you can't get out of it? or is it even about that at all... should I just be able to shrug the pain off?

Friends?

New Beginnings: Chances of a do-over.

A little more than 3 years ago I was a naive 21 year old girl, packing her things to set out on a great adventure. I was moving to Thailand. I studied abroad there in 2005, and believing that I was older and more mature at the end of my college career, I thought that I would be able to 'truly experience' Thailand better alone. Basically, I thought that I could run and that I wouldn't follow myself; I'm not certain that I really wanted to experience anything besides somewhere where I literally didn't exist. Somewhere that I could be someone completely different and no one would know. I would be happy. I would be a sinner and not be judged, I wouldn't be the girl with the guitar or the funny girl... I would be the real girl. I would be Paige. I would experience that for the first time. And trust me, I experienced it. If you count Never sleeping, wrecklessly driving a motorcycle, drinking every night... partying. I didn't party as hard as many people you may know, I didn't sleep around (that's never been my style), but I vomited a lot, and for me... it was enough to say that I don't remember many of the nights that I was there.
Though I did learn an extensive amount of the Thai language, and certainly learned a great deal about myself; I formed close relationships with co-teachers and with students, with restauranteers and bartenders, local musicians and even local lady-boys. I even taught English to Monks at a near by Temple every day. I even went into hill tribes to teach them English. I even went bungee jumping and zip lining and white water rafting. Though I DID everything that I really could, I didn't fully experience Thai culture by any means. I experienced the glamorous culture of a 21 year old, lonely, depressed, drunk ex-patriot living in an exotic country where everything she could possibly want was at her disposal.
I had opportunities to make a massive difference, and on various occasions, opted out because of a hang over, or because I was on my way to one. I spent countless hours crying in my permanent housing, which was basically a hotel room for 8 months of my stay. I constantly wanted to be everywhere that I wasn't. However, on the rare occasion that I did really take in where I was and how much I had accomplished by and before 21 years old, I was completely in awe of myself, even if I couldn't admit it out loud.
Following Thailand, I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas which is where I spent the majority of the first 16 years of my life. I hadn't lived there permanently since. though I made a point to visit every year. After the birth of my niece and the earth shattering realization that my lovely grandmother will not live forever, I decided to spend some time there. So, in November of 2008, I moved back to Little Rock. There are many stories that can be told of my year and a half spent in Little Rock, but they wouldn't be too incredibly different from the stories I could tell of Thailand: watered down with lost memories and cheap whiskey. In the following November, almost exactly a year after my arrival, I found myself with serious stomach problems, 30lbs lighter, on frightening amounts of anti-depressants; these paired with no sleep, no self-worth, horrible work hours and constant suicidal thoughts put me in pretty bad shape. I tried to kill myself.
Now, I realize that this is not an easy thing for most people to broach, and I'm not one to throw these things out on the internet, but in order for you to understand the depth of the person this is coming from, you must understand that I have felt darkness. I have held pain in my mouth and tried to swallow it and I have choked and suffocated;I have died. I have never been so incredibly lifeless. I found myself in my bed, my 'cave', my own hell to hide in--and I hid.
There is much more to tell of this, but all you need to know right now is that I tried, and obviously I failed... which I am thankful for.

I have written this in an attempt to re-start this blog. To account the events of my life from my current perspective, to celebrate new beginnings and to weigh my chances. I don't get a do-over, but I do get a continuance. I don't get yesterday back, I don't get mean words back or misguided actions... but I get right now and I get tomorrow, and I hope to share my thoughts and endeavors with you, and hope that you will respond to them-- to me.

Hot then cold; Yes then no.

I hate to quote a Katey Perry song, but sometimes I swear that I'm insane. One minute I'm happy, then the next minute, I'm miserable. I attribute it to loneliness... but could the need of a companion REALLY cause these kinds of fluxes in moods? Then, everyone tells me to enjoy being single... and I know that as soon as I do have someone, his moods will effect mine, and that will cause even MORE issues. Oh Heavens.
Tangent:
Could someone tell me why its okay to do one thing and say another? What can't we say what we mean and do what we say? Is it really that hard to follow through. You hear old people talking about how in their day, that a man was only as good as his word... shouldn't that still apply. Now, men are only as good as what? The job they have? The people they choose to spend time with? Their recreational activities? The car they drive? Could someone please tell me why our values have shifted so much? Some people might argue that the feminist movement ruined the balance, maybe it did. I can see either side of that argument; however, would the importance of the male role still be provider if women hadn't fought for their deserved equality? Because, I must say that the amount of women taking on that role, and having to because the men walk out or flake, or decide they "can't commit", is significant to say the least. The amount of mothers raising children without fathers, and the amount of men collecting children like trophies-- proof of their pathetic 'manhood'-- trophies that someone else shines, feeds, clothes and educates.
And the sad thing about this is that our little boys are being taught that this abandonment of responsibility is OKAY. ... so, maybe the feminist movement is to blame, I don't know... but without it, we'd all be screwed.
Basically, I just don't understand why we can't say what we mean, do what we say, and take responsibility for what we do. If you produce a child, take care of it. If you say you'll call, call. If you're man enough to make the promise or do the action, you should be man enough to live up to it.

Now, back to me: I'm in constant transition, it seems; always moving from one thing to the next, and I know that my little soul doesn't handle transition well... but it doesn't handle NOT transitioning well, either. I'm not so sure that it handles ANYTHING well, actually.
I just moved into a new apartment, and I love my apartment, but I would be lying if I said I don't get lonely, because I really really do. I go to sleep lonely and I wake up lonely. I eat lonely, if I eat and I bathe lonely. I watch movies lonely and I play my guitar lonely. Like I said, I love my apartment, but most of the time I just wish there was someone else in it.
I've been working at UAMS for the past 2 months. I'm working on an oncology floor, and I love it. I've learned a lot, though I still have a LOT to learn. I love the people I work with, and my patients are my heart and soul. I actually don't MIND coming to work, which is such a wonderful feeling... it could be because I don't have much of a life outside of work though. Who knows?
I could type all of these deep thoughts, and let you really get a glimpse as to what goes on in my little pea sized brain, but I'll leave that for my own little journal, but I assure you... this is not even an sixteenth of it.

But I will leave this on a question...
How can you fix something when you can't tell is broken on the outside, that you can't pull apart to look at the inside, but you're positive that it just doesn't work the way it should?

In need of a song...

I need a song. Any song that could possibly make me believe that music is not completely dead. Lately, it seems like every single song I hear is exactly the same... the same progression, the same melody. I'm tired of it... so if someone could please resurrect my belief that people still like music, instead of just the same old D, F#, A, G progression, or some topsy turvey variation of it... I would greatly, greatly appreciate it.

Now, I have had a bad day. The first honest to goodness BAD day in a very long time... what makes a bad day? Is it something that happens? Is it just one event that ruins an entire period of 24 hours? I don't get it... because I just don't have WHOLE bad days very often. I may have a bad few hours, but not a whole day, and today has just been horrible.... I wonder if its because of the moon. Whatever it is, I'm ready for tomorrow.

If you don't live in Little Rock, please please please take time to come visit me. I miss you.

The way things are.

I realize I haven't written in awhile, that's really because not much has happened that's worth writing about. My niece is 15 months old now, walking and trying to say words, though most of them sound the same... she's amazing and has the potential to be so great someday... I hope the cards she's been delt allow her to be as great as she can be. She really is the coolest tiny little person ever, and the only person I think I would kill someone for.
I've started a new job a UAMS (a hospital in Little Rock) and am taking pre-reqs to get into a Nursing program... I'm looking at Philadelphia. There are good programs at Drexel and Jefferson. I don't think I can handle Little Rock for long enough to do nursing school here. NOOOOPE. hahaha. I do love my job thus far! Its awesome! I'm moving into a new Apartment on the 3rd, which I'm SUPER excited about! I have to figure out furniture, but I'm not too worried about that... it'll come.

Now, I'm really writing because I have something on my mind, and nowhere to say it, so here we go:
We all have moments when we sit back and say "wow, this really is... this really is what it is." I know, it sounds silly, but you know I'm right. When you realize that you have what you have, only you can change that, despite the urge you may have to expect other people to change it for you.
On that same note, there is a point in most of our lives when we look back on all of the mistakes we've made, and all of the triumphs we've had and are able to say "wow, I did that." It becomes an issue when all you can see are your own triumphs and are unable to admit that your mistakes are indeed YOUR mistakes... no one elses.
This is something that's really been bothering me lately: people that can't take responsibility for their own actions. We all make mistakes, and if we're lucky, we're able to learn from them... if we are mature enough to take responsibility for them. However, if we're not, we could spend years angry at the world because of how hard our lives have been. Not that some people aren't delt shitty hands, don't get me wrong... but sometimes, you choose the cards. Sometimes you get the choice between an Ace or a 3, and if you choose the 3... that's your bad... now of course, that depends on the game, but I think most of you get my drift. If you are offered a drug addiction... you have the choice to refuse it. If you don't, that's your choice. Nobody put that drug into your veins... you did. You can be mad at the people that offered it to you, gave it to you, or even pressured you into doing it... but no one FORCED you to do it. That was your decision... right? Or am I just way off point here?
I'm tired of people being victims, being bitter and hateful because "I've had such a shitty life", particularly when those people CHOSE. If you come from the same blood and the same situation as someone who has a completely different life, that is because of choices... not because you haven't had choices. Its because you made the WRONG choices. So, own up to it. Stop being an asshole to the people that love you and learn to appreciate that you had people that cared enough to stick by you despite the fact that you treat them like crap. Learn to appreciate the fact that people forgive you and forgive you and forgive you for your bad moods, for your constant hatefulness, selfishness and materialism. Learn to appreciate the fact that you have a family that loves you. Stop being such a selfish asshole, lest you end up alone.
Now, I can feel myself getting angry... but its REALLY been getting to me lately. It isn't fair to the people that care about you. So, if you're a person who believes the whole world has shit on you, take a look around, take a look at yourself. The likelihood is that you shat on yourself... and that, my dears, is noone else's fault. Its yours. Deal with it.

Lyrics to a song I wrote about this exact thing. Its a beautiful song, and I think the bridge sums up what I mean perfectly. WOO.

I've made mistakes,
and I've apologized,
but you are so hateful...
and so quick to criticize.
Yes, I mess up,
and make bad decisions,
but I think I've earned--
just a little consideration.

But if perfection won't do,
neither will I...
If I'll only fail,
why should I try?
Cause you weren't the glue
that held me together...
No I'm not falling apart over a broken forever...
I deserve more than that.

You'll patronize,
and throw out insults,
one after another,
with no results.
You'll be ignored,
and left all alone...
and you'll be unnerved,
when you're kicked off your throne...

But if perfection won't do,
neither will I...
If I'll only fail,
why should I try?
Cause you weren't the glue
that held me together...
No I'm not falling apart over a broken forever...
I deserve more than that.

You made mistakes...
Made bad decisions...
You're such a victim,
and the only one to blame...
You made your bed,
and now you can't sleep,
with the nightmares you lived,
that are haunting your dreams.

But if perfection won't do,
neither will I...
If I'll only fail,
why should I try?
Cause you weren't the glue
that held me together...
No I'm not falling apart over a broken forever...
I deserve more than that,
I deserve more than that...
yes, I deserve more than that...

And that's what I'll have.


I have learned, with time, that my mistakes are mine and noone else's, and, frankly, I'm sick of being blamed for other people's regrets. I have my own. You will never be happy until you realize that YOU have control over your own life...

I'm sorry you're so miserable.

Run Baby, Run.

Those of you that know me well, know that the thing that I'm the best at is running. If I can't cope, I run. I run to Asia, I run to Europe.. I run as far as I can possibly get from the situation with which I feel I can't handle. So, I find myself in limbo again and tempted to buy the first ticket to Ireland I can find... characteristic of me, I suppose.
This year is my year to be still, but I still can't help myself from feeling that I need to run... far and fast. Things get too comfortable, people get too close and I instantly want OUT. My song for this is an oooold song by Sheryl Crow from her Album "Tuesday Night Club", which was released when I was in the 4th grade. It was my VERY FIRST CD, and is probably still one of my favorites to this day... So, in my attempt to be still, I listen to songs about running.

Run Baby, Run.

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she's need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run

When you're older, you will understand...

"When you're older, you will understand...
then again... maybe you won't"

So, it is a new year!! Happy new year to all of you! I can't believe the changes that 2008 brought in, or how fast it went by. I feel like 2008 just started and BAM! It's over. Insane...
I can't help but think that this time last year, I was just getting my footing in Chiang Mai, and here I am in Little Rock, just as lost as I was in Asia... and even less employed. But that will change, soon, hopefully.
Well, New years eve was a LOT of fun, though I'm pretty sure I pissed quite a few people off... well, you win some, you learn some... I had fun.



With a new year comes resolutions, and most of us have pretty good intentions, those of us that make them. I've never really been one to make them because "I wont' keep it anyway", but this year I decided to try... I'm trying to lose weight (what's new, right? haha.) But I'm also trying to sort myself out, get my pre-reqs sorted so that I can get into the Nursing program at Hopkins that I badly want to get into, find scholarships, and also, to start acting like a girl... haha.
Another resolution is to be nicer to myself, and not as nice to the people that don't deserve it, but that's something I've said I'm going to do for years now and I think I've improved, but I haven't really got it down yet.
Oh, and this summer... I'm buying a motorcycle. And I don't care what anyone says, or who argues with me, it's happening... so suck it up. It'll be great for Baltimore or any city I decide to live in, and then in the winters I'll have my CRV and public transport, so, leave me alone. PLUS, I'm a pro. haha.
Anyway, now I'm just rambling. I'm still single, and I still prefer that. Guys stress me OUT... I've tried dating here and there, and I've decided that I'd rather just be single. Maybe soon someone will change my mind, but for now, I like it this way.

My mom will be here on the 16th! WORD.
Peace out, cub scouts.

You won't have to look up at the stars, no no

I realize that some people have been hurt by this post, and for that I apologize, you must remember that these are merely my rantings of the moment, and not meant to be offensive to anyone. I love you all, if I didn't you wouldn't get to me as much as you do, so don't let my rants on a blog effect you so much. I won't delete it, because it's how I feel... if you choose to take it personally, then I'm sorry to have hurt you... It isn't directed at anyone in particular, it's just feelings, and we're all a little bit irrational sometimes, so give me a break and allow me to express myself without taking offense, please.

Merry Christmas.

"You could write a book about the complexities of the relationships in your family.."

my best friend said this to me today, and it's so very true. They love me when I'm gone, and hate me when I'm here... resent me when I'm wandering the world, and beg me to come home. It's a wretched dichotomy that I'm afraid I will never truly understand. Loving and hating someone at the same time: My family thrives on this... it's how we survive, it's what forces the blood through our veins-- I'm convinced.
How can a place be home and you still feel like an intruder every time you're there? How can you live somewhere and yet be expected not to exist there? How can you be expected to leave no evidence of that pathetic excuse for an existence? How can someone have your "best interest in mind" all while doing their best to hinder any advancement you attempt?

Much less, why are they stuck so far under my nails, under my skin, in my veins, constantly weighing heavy on my bones?

These aches are too old for this body, to wise for this mind and too deep for this ocean.

You light up my life...

Ladies and Gentlemen... meet my lovely niece. She is the most perfect little being on earth.


She loves yogurt. And her hat.


She also LOVES bath time.


And her fish hat.


But most of all... she loves pudding.

Good song.

One reason I love Rosie Thomas:

Everyday I’m so afraid
Afraid of dying
Death already came and got me
Cause I’m not living...
I'm not living anyway...

And who am i supposed to be?
Everybody seems to see except for me
Who cares anyway....
Cause when it's over,
It's all over, and what you gain you throw away

When will love ever find me?
All my life all I’ve craved is to be seen
Who cares anyway...
Cause when it's over,
All that matters is the love you gave away

Hoppin' home...

News Flash: I broke my ankle. I'll be home on Wednesday... I'll post my phone number when I can.

What this means: I'm not going to Vietnam or Laos. I'm not traveling. I won't be able to drive when I get home.

Therefore, I'm going to be cranky.

boo.

Okay, you can laugh now. It is kind'a funny... haha.