Sorry for not posting yesterday. I totally forgot when I got home from work.
July 17
It wasn't the hours they spent together, but those when they were torn apart.
July 18
The pain was so sweet, so ever-present, that he embraced it as a part of his existence.
July 19
"No I will not make out with you!"
July 20
"You can't and I won't, so let's just leave it at that."
July 21
We never did understand
July 22
I had to face the facts and stop trying to fool myself into seeing what wasn't there.
July 23
I hid behind the camera, viewing the world through a lense.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Aoede
Alright, I'm back after an impromptu (an unplanned) break last Wednesday. I feel a bit like I'm coming to the end of the Aoede story. The song is being written, nigh almost finished. But there is one little thing I want to explore some more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she was browsing through the bookshelves, Aoede paused. She cocked her head like she was listening to something far away. With a startled blink, she put away the book she'd been holding and went to find her sister. "Mneme, could you do me a favor?"
"Hm?" The other Muse was paging through some archaic tome she'd found.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back tonight. Could you buy this for me? I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"What? Oh, of course. Just put it next to me." Mneme glanced up, flashed a smile, and went back to her book. There was a pile next her, so Aoede just placed it on top. She walked out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. So. Someone wanted to meet with her. Aoede didn't know the reason, but she had a general idea of the where and the why.
It wasn't terribly far away, a distance she was comfortable walking. No reason to expend unnecessary power on a fine night like this. Aoede pulled her shawl a little more snugly around her and set off. Her pace was leisurely. The summons, for that was the best term for it, hadn't stated a time so she decided to go at her own pace. Besides, it felt good to stretch her muscles, both physically and mentally. The night had her composing random bits of poetry, fleeting and meaningless, but fun.
By the time some thirty minutes had passed, Aoede was standing in front of a small, non-corporate coffee shop. Chocolate Moon the sign read. Just a small, chink-in-the-wall kind of place, but comfortable and warmer inside. The rich scent of coffee billowed out as a customer, toting a bag of pastries and a cup of java, pushed open and held the door for her. "Thank you," she said. Going inside, Aoede breathed in, enjoying the aroma of fresh grounds. A person near her cleared her throat and she turned around.
"Oh, hello Rhea."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she was browsing through the bookshelves, Aoede paused. She cocked her head like she was listening to something far away. With a startled blink, she put away the book she'd been holding and went to find her sister. "Mneme, could you do me a favor?"
"Hm?" The other Muse was paging through some archaic tome she'd found.
"I have to leave, but I'll be back tonight. Could you buy this for me? I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"What? Oh, of course. Just put it next to me." Mneme glanced up, flashed a smile, and went back to her book. There was a pile next her, so Aoede just placed it on top. She walked out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. So. Someone wanted to meet with her. Aoede didn't know the reason, but she had a general idea of the where and the why.
It wasn't terribly far away, a distance she was comfortable walking. No reason to expend unnecessary power on a fine night like this. Aoede pulled her shawl a little more snugly around her and set off. Her pace was leisurely. The summons, for that was the best term for it, hadn't stated a time so she decided to go at her own pace. Besides, it felt good to stretch her muscles, both physically and mentally. The night had her composing random bits of poetry, fleeting and meaningless, but fun.
By the time some thirty minutes had passed, Aoede was standing in front of a small, non-corporate coffee shop. Chocolate Moon the sign read. Just a small, chink-in-the-wall kind of place, but comfortable and warmer inside. The rich scent of coffee billowed out as a customer, toting a bag of pastries and a cup of java, pushed open and held the door for her. "Thank you," she said. Going inside, Aoede breathed in, enjoying the aroma of fresh grounds. A person near her cleared her throat and she turned around.
"Oh, hello Rhea."
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
This is bad
Twice now I have skipped posts for no good reason. And I reminded myself yesterday that I had to do it. So today is Monday's post. And I will MAKE SURE to post on time tomorrow! I promise! You can punch me if I don't.
Resist
I've turned my back
I've fought with myself
Don't go back!
It's a time suck!
There are better things for your time.
But I can't resist
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way. It had all happened so long ago, neither actually remembered what sparked the argument. Whatever it was, it caused a schism between Frank and Judy. Eventually, Frank moved away and they forgot about each other. But a chance meeting while Judy was on vacation brought them together again. So now they sit in the coffee shop, arms crossed, staring at each other. Everything was fine until they remembered who the other was. Now is the turning point. Can they forgive the past grievance that neither can remember? Or will they go back to their lives, hating for no reason?
Resist
I've turned my back
I've fought with myself
Don't go back!
It's a time suck!
There are better things for your time.
But I can't resist
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way. It had all happened so long ago, neither actually remembered what sparked the argument. Whatever it was, it caused a schism between Frank and Judy. Eventually, Frank moved away and they forgot about each other. But a chance meeting while Judy was on vacation brought them together again. So now they sit in the coffee shop, arms crossed, staring at each other. Everything was fine until they remembered who the other was. Now is the turning point. Can they forgive the past grievance that neither can remember? Or will they go back to their lives, hating for no reason?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Shame on Me
I know. I know. I missed Wednesday's post. I have no excuses. I knew I had to do it, and I reminded myself, I just never wrote it. Shame on me. This one is late because I was teaching my friend to play Magic: the Gathering. :3 It was fun.
July 10
I breathed in the white powder floating in the air.
July 11
The carbonation in the beer tickled her nose as she sipped the drink.
July 12
"I can't believe he would do something like this!"
July 13
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way.
July 14
The clay molded obligingly to her demands and she wished she could make her husband do the same.
July 15
His perfectly coiffured hair was begging to be mussed.
July 16
She showed up to her prom on her boyfriend's arm, wearing a perfectly tailored tux.
July 10
I breathed in the white powder floating in the air.
July 11
The carbonation in the beer tickled her nose as she sipped the drink.
July 12
"I can't believe he would do something like this!"
July 13
They wanted to be friends, but years of resentment and mistrust stood in their way.
July 14
The clay molded obligingly to her demands and she wished she could make her husband do the same.
July 15
His perfectly coiffured hair was begging to be mussed.
July 16
She showed up to her prom on her boyfriend's arm, wearing a perfectly tailored tux.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Not a Late Post!
Today
I am lost in the whirlpool of my own mind.
Alright, so today is going to be rather a-typical of my posts of late. No, I don't mean anything like "I'm not posting because..." whatever reason. Or "hey it' s late and I'm goin got rable." no, I'm going to hearken back to what this blog was originally. Oh, I'm still goin to do a paragraph, but that will com ein a bit. If you notice, I haven't gone back and edited those glaring typing errors. To be honest, I really can't bring myself to care about them right now. So yes, there's some NO BS Just Blog in here.
The one line "poem" really fits my mood right now. Had a talk with some people on BP earlier today, bless their sweet hearts. I managed to avoid the thoguth process most fo the day, but right before dinner it hit me like , well, like a ton of bricks, if you'll excuse the cliche phrase. My WoW time expired today, so I have to go buy another card if I want to keep playing. And, aside from raiding, and leveling characters, I've grown kinda bored with the game. Oh, It's still an excellenet way to pass the time. And dont' get me wrong, I still like leveling and such. But lately is had been all i've done. My own fault I know. But, in a way, I've been tryin to wear myself out fo the game. I think I reache dth ebored limit a while ago, but just kept on playing cuz 1) I had nothing better to do adn 2) i still had time lefton my game card. Whatever, that's not eh crux of hte issue.
I can feel myself in a negativespiral, if only for today. Or tomorrow, I don't know. I just... I can't help it. Okay, well, I suppose I can. But silence, you and your logicalness! My dad is on m to find a job, and I know I need to. I can't keep putting of paying my studdnt loans forever. And I have years left yet before I can even hope to have them dropped. But the job market right now is horribly for people like me, inexperienced, fresh out of college, blah blah blah. Point it, employers want people with experience and several years worth of it. All the jobs that DON'T want such things are temp, clerical, or data entry. Three of my favorite things in teh world. What's worse, I really don't know what it is I want to do with my life. At least, not as a career. I like writing, but I hate journalism. I love Englihs, but god help me I don't want to be a teacher. So what the hell am I upposed to do? ARGH!@ I am stuck in a damn hole with broken toy shovel as my only means to dig myself out. ><
Add to That mess hat I'm feeling bad about my body right now. Great, I'm fat. I get it. I've been fat my entire life. Most days it doesn't bohter me. most day. Today... I dont' know. And my dad is all "take walk today, take a walk every day. it can't hurt." No, it really can't. But even when I was goign to the gym, I don't feel like it really helped any. Ooooo boy lookit the fat chick go ridin' that bike for all of 30 minutes! She's really trying to get healthy! /golfclap I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today or what put me in such a shitty mood, but there it is. Anyway, sorry to unload on you reader-types.
And now what you've all been waiting for! A paragraph. Routine is good, yes? I didn't get any votes for this week, so I'm left to my own devices.
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving. I'm not sure if it's a death wish or just morbid curiosity, but I have on several occasions, thought of all the varied ways I could die. It wasn't that I wanted to die, or was feeling depressed. It's really just one of those things that pop into your head. Like thinking about something embarrassing or worrisome when you're trying to fall asleep. Those thoughts are there and they darn well don't want to leave. So you're stuck with them. How many different ways can you die? I don't know, why don't you take yourself out driving sometimes and think about it?
I am lost in the whirlpool of my own mind.
Alright, so today is going to be rather a-typical of my posts of late. No, I don't mean anything like "I'm not posting because..." whatever reason. Or "hey it' s late and I'm goin got rable." no, I'm going to hearken back to what this blog was originally. Oh, I'm still goin to do a paragraph, but that will com ein a bit. If you notice, I haven't gone back and edited those glaring typing errors. To be honest, I really can't bring myself to care about them right now. So yes, there's some NO BS Just Blog in here.
The one line "poem" really fits my mood right now. Had a talk with some people on BP earlier today, bless their sweet hearts. I managed to avoid the thoguth process most fo the day, but right before dinner it hit me like , well, like a ton of bricks, if you'll excuse the cliche phrase. My WoW time expired today, so I have to go buy another card if I want to keep playing. And, aside from raiding, and leveling characters, I've grown kinda bored with the game. Oh, It's still an excellenet way to pass the time. And dont' get me wrong, I still like leveling and such. But lately is had been all i've done. My own fault I know. But, in a way, I've been tryin to wear myself out fo the game. I think I reache dth ebored limit a while ago, but just kept on playing cuz 1) I had nothing better to do adn 2) i still had time lefton my game card. Whatever, that's not eh crux of hte issue.
I can feel myself in a negativespiral, if only for today. Or tomorrow, I don't know. I just... I can't help it. Okay, well, I suppose I can. But silence, you and your logicalness! My dad is on m to find a job, and I know I need to. I can't keep putting of paying my studdnt loans forever. And I have years left yet before I can even hope to have them dropped. But the job market right now is horribly for people like me, inexperienced, fresh out of college, blah blah blah. Point it, employers want people with experience and several years worth of it. All the jobs that DON'T want such things are temp, clerical, or data entry. Three of my favorite things in teh world. What's worse, I really don't know what it is I want to do with my life. At least, not as a career. I like writing, but I hate journalism. I love Englihs, but god help me I don't want to be a teacher. So what the hell am I upposed to do? ARGH!@ I am stuck in a damn hole with broken toy shovel as my only means to dig myself out. ><
Add to That mess hat I'm feeling bad about my body right now. Great, I'm fat. I get it. I've been fat my entire life. Most days it doesn't bohter me. most day. Today... I dont' know. And my dad is all "take walk today, take a walk every day. it can't hurt." No, it really can't. But even when I was goign to the gym, I don't feel like it really helped any. Ooooo boy lookit the fat chick go ridin' that bike for all of 30 minutes! She's really trying to get healthy! /golfclap I honestly don't know what's wrong with me today or what put me in such a shitty mood, but there it is. Anyway, sorry to unload on you reader-types.
And now what you've all been waiting for! A paragraph. Routine is good, yes? I didn't get any votes for this week, so I'm left to my own devices.
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving. I'm not sure if it's a death wish or just morbid curiosity, but I have on several occasions, thought of all the varied ways I could die. It wasn't that I wanted to die, or was feeling depressed. It's really just one of those things that pop into your head. Like thinking about something embarrassing or worrisome when you're trying to fall asleep. Those thoughts are there and they darn well don't want to leave. So you're stuck with them. How many different ways can you die? I don't know, why don't you take yourself out driving sometimes and think about it?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Late Night
It seems to be a week for late posts. But whatever, they're going up.
July 3
"Here, let me show you a much easier way to do that."
July 4
The sun was setting slowly, the sky fading from red to orange to dusky blue twilight.
July 5
Maybe if I could get him to love me I'd be happy, I thought to myself.
July 6
Damn my conscience for not letting me sleep at night!
July 7
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving.
July 8
Malicious intent is something I espouse with every fiber of my being.
July 9
"We're going to show them we believe in our beliefs as much as they believe in theirs!"
July 3
"Here, let me show you a much easier way to do that."
July 4
The sun was setting slowly, the sky fading from red to orange to dusky blue twilight.
July 5
Maybe if I could get him to love me I'd be happy, I thought to myself.
July 6
Damn my conscience for not letting me sleep at night!
July 7
It's funny, you know, the things you think of when you're driving.
July 8
Malicious intent is something I espouse with every fiber of my being.
July 9
"We're going to show them we believe in our beliefs as much as they believe in theirs!"
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Another Late Wednesday Post
Moving to a new city was just the opportunity I needed. I could be who I wanted without the shadows of past mistakes haunting me. I shucked my old life like a snake shedding its skin. No longer was I the troublemaker everyone was waiting to get thrown in jail. I turned into a sophisticated, svelte young woman who threw herself into the social scene. The new job I landed gave the the monetary freedom to indulge myself with books and clothes. In all, I was free to do whatever I wanted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aoede walked through the door to see her sister sitting on the couch. Mneme looked up and smiled. "So how are things going with your songwriter?"
"Much better, actually. I think she's really starting to accept the whole inspiration thing. It doesn't feel like she's fighting any more. In fact, when I left her apartment, she sat down and really got to work on her song."
Mneme nodded. "Why do I feel like something happened that you didn't like?"
"Ha ha! Mneme, for the Muse of memory, you rely a lot more on your instincts than your knowledge. But yes, I met a friend of Jane's. I don't think, for all her supposed help, she's being very supportive of Jane. She was skeptical, which I can understand. But I felt like this was jealous of Jane. I don't know if it was jealous of her writing or what, but it didn't feel right."
"Hm. I'm not sure what I can tell you," Mneme said softly. "But I don't think you should get involved unless you absolutely have to."
"You're probably right. Hey, you want to do something?"
"Sure. How about we go to the bookstore?'
"That sounds like something we can both enjoy."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aoede walked through the door to see her sister sitting on the couch. Mneme looked up and smiled. "So how are things going with your songwriter?"
"Much better, actually. I think she's really starting to accept the whole inspiration thing. It doesn't feel like she's fighting any more. In fact, when I left her apartment, she sat down and really got to work on her song."
Mneme nodded. "Why do I feel like something happened that you didn't like?"
"Ha ha! Mneme, for the Muse of memory, you rely a lot more on your instincts than your knowledge. But yes, I met a friend of Jane's. I don't think, for all her supposed help, she's being very supportive of Jane. She was skeptical, which I can understand. But I felt like this was jealous of Jane. I don't know if it was jealous of her writing or what, but it didn't feel right."
"Hm. I'm not sure what I can tell you," Mneme said softly. "But I don't think you should get involved unless you absolutely have to."
"You're probably right. Hey, you want to do something?"
"Sure. How about we go to the bookstore?'
"That sounds like something we can both enjoy."
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