Amandoo’s Handle of Realitumtum

how embarrassing and appalling is this answer?!?! let me count a few of the ways…such as…

1) little girls and teeny boppers might be looking up to this girl and listening to these inspiring and wise words
2) the Iraq
3) there might be a vague answer at the beginning there (”some people out there in our nation don’t have maps”), but still such as that may be, i will not digress into the other important issues of our nations such as our neighboring countries such as South America and such as this.
4) no coherence at all, no full sentences
5) “South Africa, the Iraq and the Asian countries” (what?)
6) …”so we will be able to build up our future…for our chil (trails off)” what a great (empty) political slogan!
7) looks like No Child Left Behind educational mandates are giving the youth of our nation such as the U.S. Americans out there a perty good education

I’m laughing outside, but crying inside.

once upon a time exactly 18 days and two years ago (8.8.5) one mr. marky and i went for a little adventure. it started off as a simple walk along my hometown streets, and then we decided to take a turn for the exciting by hittin up the local nature trail. the foot wide path was a lot more nature than i had remembered; menacing foliage started invading our personal space. the path eventually disappeared and we were faced head on with something like a jungley swamp, complete with water buffalo and a couple o blades……..of grass. it was crazy. the foliage overtook our viewpaths and i just hacked it down to not appear afraid; lacking courage in one’s own hometownspace would not be viewed favorably upon by the greater group of guys and gals in the galaxy.

in short, mrak had to let go. let go of his knowledge of a walk in nature as he knew it, let go of keeping his shoes dry, let go of holding on to thinking he wasn’t having hallucinations.

i had to let go. of my concerns about being lost or eaten by the water buffalo, of my sense of time and place, of the paranoia about that water buffalo.

in the end, mark said it was the best walk he had ever in fact had. myself agreed. it was so wild, so crazy, our legs all scratched up, trampling down grass i would imagine you’d have seen where they found Moses in the basket in the water. i never knew this place existed right down the road from my house. i don’t think it does anymore and i know we could never go back there like we did that day.

i have to let go all the time. i have to remind myself in many instances of new times, hesitations, uncertainties, and upset emotions, and do something real bottomy like enjoy the old “beauty in the breakdown”. when i get the rage (shout out to nikki b), i have to stop myself and “i think to myself ‘what a wonderful world’”

letting go is that tough thing those meditators and buddhists always talk about. and i’m all like let’s go “down in the river to pray” or something similar because in whatever way you chill out, it’s the way to letting go of all that ick. ick is sick. and whack. it never passes me by, but i can pass on it occasionally and instead pass on some love and peace.

reloveution, horsebird, uncertainty about my future does not mean i am all uptight (though i have been), but overall we really do live in such a nice place. people just need to keep doing stuff.

on that note! i’m up for hire, agreement of myself to any service agreement is based on pay rate and on the grand moral scale of my one and only me.

i love you world, now go learn some french or violin (from me)

i’m sort of sick of how messed up things are. but here in homage to the ol’ birthday boy, is a video i watched today that i liked:

i just like how Dr. Paul answers things and they make so much sense. he wants to keep people’s personal liberties, but he has a realistic view of things, and definitely it’s obvious that the ‘war on las drogas’ has done nothing good thus far, so we should indeed be looking at things in a different way.

i know i’m not crazy. he’s not crazy. neither are any of the people who believe in a re,love,ution anyway i don’t want to get too political.

i started another job at another starbucks. crazy times. interesting times. i might not make ‘healthcare’ and then will i care?

Why Must We Sleep?!??!

Besides duh the answer, I mean come on! Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep I would trade the enjoyment and comfort of sleep in all its splendor for getting things done and not having to deal with the tired consequences. When I say getting things done, I mean writing. It’s like most of my blogs are rough drafts for what I would and could be saying if I had the time.

I am so energetic most of the time. Too much of the time. I do sleep a lot and enjoy sleep a lot more, especially a good weekend sleep-in snoog, but I am always wishing I was writing more. And creating creatives more.

My boyfriend installed puppy linux which only sounds odd to me, but first it was on a Dell Inspiron 3500 which when he first told me I was excited about because it sounded 2000 times better than my 1150 Dell Inspiron majanger that just pin-died on me. Really, it’s older, odder, and has a completely unconvenient mouse setup. Bleh. The clicker on the front only works depending on the weather, your demeanor, or the stickiness of your finger.

I’m boring myself with my lack of accurate vocab for the computer parts, but the point is that now I have a keyboard and desktop set for the time-bloggeing. And I was so excited I couldn’t sleep!

In conclusion, why didn’t I write a blog about Ron Paul’s birthday which was is August 20th. I was so inspired I secret secreted (more on this later). I really heart that guy who has help give birthdays to so many young hopefuls.

Mmm this computer is different and tasty. But seriously- why do I have to waste all my time sleeping! I sleep a third of my life away abouts and I really leally want to just do more stuff! Have more conversations!! Create more writing, music, (money), and travelling!!!

Aie que que que…..tengo ganas de mas aprender the languages!

Ramble on I will. I will not sleep. In my upcoming blogathon. I just need some donations and rules and stuff. I heart sleep, but I heart blogging more.

indeed i missed the exact two-year bloggiversary, but you can still catch up on my life present minus two years here, what i think is funniest is that i was actually really crazy crazy then. now i’m just plain crazy and that’s the difference.

why crying? why not! i am going to try and not cry all month, starting today. it might be awesome or painful. but i’m certainly crying–=—=—=—–my laptop is dead!!! after writing about it getting burned and being okay and all. i recently got a new battery and a new power cord, but the pin just went. the internal pin thing. and it is dead, with no charge, and almost no way of charging it. now i can’t write blogs at all and every and odd off-hours. ’tis the sorrowful reason i did not write on the exact two-year dativersary of my boggy, and i was just getting so excited about bloggistorms.

i have so much more to say, but not the time nor place, as i have not a laptop space oh woh is me!!!

(p.s. i am kind of inspired to try even harder and maybe have a one-day 24-hour blogathon to raise money for the repair. i’ll keep you posted!)

yesterday i went to new york with the Fresh Cut Salads to do a video show with woozyfly.com at JSM studios. basically they’re über famous in the near future already. i will and intending is to write a blog today about this. first…(this: Wayne’s World was filmed in only TWO weeks!!!, and second….)………….

no this is not a tasty beverage from starbucks. it is what was forced to happen to me after i had some sprite, some peach white tea, and the iced grande americano from there and could not stop for bathroom on the trip to NY that took forever because of the Lincoln Tunnel traffic.
i never thought i would, or could do it. i did.

did you know that dogs like squeeze toys especially because they sound like animals in distress?

we had such the good time. so inspiring. i have a ton of work today that i am somehow not doing at all. i have a lot of opinions based on some events, and i will share them after i do more work. for now, enjoy this pliessing photo.

it’s crazy to think a lot of things.
i’ve almost been handling my realitumtum here for two years.
i have so many crazy stories i have nowhere near told.
my goals are great, vast, expansive, and since i may not get enough hours at coffeeshoppe to make part-time benefits, i may have to start relying solely on the internet to provide me with a life, with money.

i like what happened this weekend, but what i like most was the part of it yesterday at the end of the week. i went to see the meteor shower and a few friends and i had more than a crazy ol’ time. it would take about 10 hours for me to explain it. if you’re interested, talk to me about getting in on it next time. here is a sample photo:

it really is crazy to think about all the things in life we have to think about and all the things we don’t think about and all the things we should or shouldn’t and do or don’t.

and even though “ron paul remains a longshot for GOP” i still have some hope for America. and craziness.

i definitely thought that a ghost knocked over my tower of energy drink cans at work yesterday. i don’t know how it happened. and they are called guru after all.

look at this touching little masterpiece of animalature:

too cute. they raised the lion and then set it back out into Africa and when he meets up he’s totally loving, just like a mix between my dog Bella and my cat Luna. too froopin cute.

well. i have lots to say but i find i’ve been talking to much so i must finish this bloggy a little later. i have been talking, telling stories, telling stories i shouldn’t, and now i think it is perhaps time for me to start a second blog, that is 100% anonymous where i will divulge all the parts of my life that i leave out here.

no comment.

what…….what…..what………..what

no way. way.

i love it. i’ve never imagined so many cats in my life. i’m still trying to get over it.

but that could be me. someday…and the action figure

i’m doing something really practical right now. but it’s boring. help.

i accidentally got up at noon again today. i’ve been getting up before and after, but just around noon for the past two weeks. which is insane. yes i still go to work, i’m still working two jobs and everything, but the job i used to go to at 9 am? i now go at noon. it did sort of get pushed back to a 10 am personal deadline, and then it was around 10/1030. during summer school i was even okay with 11 sometimes. and now somehow i don’t even listen to my alarm. it’s gross. i’m oversleeping so much that it doesn’t even feel good. and it’s been over two weeks since i finished my summer class, so i should get it together. i’m lazy.

i’m working right now, listening to what happened with a congress overturning of vote extravaganza about illegal aliens and welfare. i don’t know what to say except this.

what about this for some amaze: you could cook my laptop in the oven for a bit and it might still be alright! that’s what happened to this lucky grad school lady. i was so excited to see my exact laptop in the pictures. oh boy.

anyway, after this difficult summer practicum was over, i thought i would start my exquisite and prolific life of making tons of blogs and tons of money and having fun. lots of fun. so far i think i’ve been sleeping half the time. i guess it’s okay. i guess i’ll give myself a break. thus far. now it’s time to get tough, get a schedule, and get a life again.

i have goals and i will aspire to them. once i get some coffee. ha.