Not yet dead...

Hello one follower, hope you are well.

My blog is not dead

It's simply taking a backseat for a bit to work and school and trips and all that.

I'm trying to get back on track and I hope to be up to the weekly basis I had hoped for in a short while.

Thanks for hanging in there with me.

~S

On A Jet Plane

Your initial warning here is that this was written a few weeks ago while sitting on an airplane.  I had been on said flight for about 3 hrs and was starting to feel stir crazy and a little air sick and so decided to write:

I’m so unreasonably bored right now.  We’ve been in the air for over three hours now and I’ve run out of places for my mind to wander.  The Primary topic has been air travel in general.

I realized that last time I made this very same flight, I left normal life for five months.  This time it’s not nearly so dramatic.  A week of vacationing seems like nothing compared to then.

The plane is shaking now and my handwriting is getting worse.  I realized this will not translate well to a word processed blog bit it should be noted for posterities sake.

Until now, things have been relatively uneventful.  I had my normal take off jitters that luckily don’t manifest as much more than a thick lump in my throat and queasiness in my stomach.

My mind went thru chaos theories a plenty and strangely I’m materialistic enough that the majority of them involved faulty hatches opening and all the checked baggage spewing across Northern Texas.  I’m not sure if we even flew over Northern Texas, but all the same I saw my blue rolling luggage hurtling through the sky and touching down in a giant self made crater on someone’s farm.  Do the have farms in Northern Texas?  I really need to find a fact checker for my disillusioned daydreams.  Say, “Disillusioned Daydreams” would make and awesome band name.

But with regards to flying, it really doesn’t bug me all that much after take off.  This time we’re in first class because, I don’t know, my dad had some super duper “you spend more time in the sky than on the ground” points and could upgrade us.  They’re so attentive and actually friendly up here, though they still look at me like I’m twelve and ignore me more than others. Or I’m paranoid. Or maybe I just don’t notice the hospitality because I’m lost in my fantasies of Northern Texas.

The clouds outside the window are the stuff of clichés.  Sporadic and popcorn like growing into colossal albino cityscapes.  Being up here, I always want to jump from the plane and touch them.  I think this is unwise, however, as falling to my doom does not sound like an enjoyable experience.  I do wonder, when I landed, besides getting brains and bodily organs all over the scenery, if I would leave a cartoon like crater the shape of my body in the ground.  That same Northern Texas farmer who found my fallen luggage would say “Why is there a girl shaped crater in my corn field.” Do they have corn fields in my made up farms of Northern Texas?

Anyway, sadly, I cannot touch the clouds as I cannot fly.  As the saying goes “If we were meant to fly, we would have been born with tiny bags of nuts.” Words to live by.

I think the most confusing thing on a plane has to be the bathrooms.  A place so small, I don’t want to know how the mile high club was even conceived.  And why is there and electric outlet in there?  Will I need to dry my hair while the plane jostles through turbulence or will some guy need to use an electric razor?  I think the latter would be more dangerous.  I’m barely allowed to use electronic devices in the cabin.  Wouldn’t these bathroom devices knock the plane right out of the sky.  I’m also confused by the hanger hook in there.  Is it so I can stow my cloths for a quick change later in a super small room.  My knees are up to my chest when I sit down… Apparently this is now a stand up routine.

We’re nearly in Florida and I’m fairly excited though baggage claim promises to be a bitch.  At least this time I don’t have an eighty pound bag to pick up (true story).  Hopefully, my bags on the belt and not in a crater in a cornfield somewhere in Northern Texas.

 

And Scene
~S

Filler Post

This is just a filler note to say “hello”

Hello!!!  How are you?  Did you lose some weight?  My god!  You look fantastic! 

Oh this old thing?  i assume you’re referring to this blog.  Well rest assured it hasn’t been forgotten (maybe that’s a bad thing).

See I’ve been MIA for the last month (check my flickr page for pics from my random May activities) so not a lot of time for the bligging.  But I’m back and hopefully better than before… or at least more consistent.

I have a random piece I wrote on airplane on the way to Florida that I’ll be posting within the next day or so and then we’ll see where it goes from there.

Just know I love you all and I mean that.  Would I lie to you?

Blog Post: The Second (or Why I'm Doing This)

As I take another foray into the world of internet web logging, (hooray for redundancy), I feel I must first take a look at where I’ve been.

See, I realized that I have been trying to successfully blog for most of my life. There was a difference though. Back in the day, we had these things called diaries and the ever important archaic instrument known as a pencil (yeah I didn’t even use those new fangled pens back then). We had these wonderful little books that had puppies or kitties or frogs or turtles on them and we were told to write down our feelings or our thoughts or whatever else. We had colorful pages that were much tinier then they should have been. I always made sure to take up one of those little pages and if something really important happened then that called for a whole two pages! I know big deal right?!

At first, it was all about chronically day to day activities. I remember reading back through entries like “today I played on the computer”. Oh, the simplicity of those days when one used the computer for maybe an hour a day and only for playing simple games. The internet was barely even heard of. This, however, is a discussion for another post.
I’d talk about my favorite tv shows or why my brother was a jerk or who I had a crush on that week. Now that I think about it, it’s not that much different from what I have to offer now (See: anything in my livejournal).

Back then though, we had something that an internet log doesn’t have. Little plastic locks that kept our thoughts from the world. These wonderful devises kept things secret and couldn’t be breached (unless a small amount of pressure was applied, in which case the lock was useless).
See, in those days you didn’t really want the world (wide web or not) to see what you had to say. You were suppose to write down your biggest secrets so that one day maybe your children or grandchildren or grandchildren’s children (wearing jet packs and shiny space age suits that came with their own slushie makers) would read them and know that at age seven, their great great grandparent went to the movie theater to see some movie called “Spice World” (who am I kidding? In these far off times I speak of, I’m sure Spice World will have become a cult classic, have a series reboot and go on to have 10 sequels. Ah the glorious future that awaits us!)

Having digressed miles away from my original point, I will get back on track by saying that even back then a journal was something I wanted to keep up with. It was something I wanted to do everyday but would eventually fail miserably at. There were so many failed attempts that it’s actually pretty hilarious to me.

In cleaning up the other day, I found eight of these unfinished journals! I also uncovered a wide array of small journal like notebooks that I had collected over the years to write in at a later date. Apparently, this need to have a consistent journal has led to some deep set OCD that has gone undiagnosed until this very moment. Apparently, I buy notebooks and don’t even start writing in them because I know I will eventually stop. Why soil the pages with a days worth of writing if I won’t keep up with it?

Despite knowing all this, it seems I’m going to take another stab at this journaling thing (or blogging thing or whatever we’re calling it today). Cause now, unlike then, I’ve been conditioned to think that everything I have to say is important, that my ideas are better than anyone else’s and that everyone wants to hear them.

This time I will keep up with this blog
This time it will be weekly (or biweekly… monthly at least)
This time there will be no little plastic locks (because I want people to actually read my ramblings)
This time the pages will be limitless
This time I will write it because I like the sound of my own voice
This time it will be my thoughts instead of my drama
This time I will use my powers for good (or something like that)
And yes… it will be very very very geeky!

So if this sounds interesting to you in anyway, I’d love to have you as a reader. I mean, what’s the worse that could happen? [/famous last words!!]

Entry: The First

I may have just started this blog entirely to stalk people
The only reason I think this is okkay is because I'm admitting to it in my first post
That way if the people I follow are really interested in who this girl is that just started following them is they can check here and realize she's just another in a long line of harmless internet stalkers
I hope that then they can sleep easily at night with little fear.
They can know that if someone like me is just watching them here, it means I'm too busy to go down to their house and peer through their windows at them.
See I'm just doing my part!!

YOU'RE WELCOME!!!


Who knows, with Summer around the corner I may use this blog for good.
Lord knows I don't use my LJ as much as I use to
And Twitter does have its limits (140 to be exact)
*shrug* We'll just have to see

~CG