Saturday, July 18, 2009

That annoying Nickelback song. etc.

Status post much needed shower I'm feeling so fresh and so clean, clean.  Its been a lazy Saturday so far, and there's reason to believe the microcosm that is the bedroom should be appreciated until after 3pm.  This gives a whole new definition to the phrase "live like you were dying." Between that annoying Nickelback song  (If today was your last daaaaaaaaay ) and the even more merciless Tim McGraw song about skyyyyyyydivng and rocky mountain climbing(Live like you were dying)  it seems that there's musical pressure to live as if there were no tomorrow.  I confess that I believe in the magnificence  of the present moment.  Ultimately, the only thing that exists is now.  

But....

If we all truly started living like it was our last day then nothing would ever be manifested for the future.  We couldn't have goals or dreams of what we would like to accomplish in our lives.  That terrible song wouldn't even have made it on the radio.    Maybe there should be like  a 75%-25% split.  Living the dream vs. dreaming the dream.  There has to be some balance.  Maybe I should write a song about that, then sing it terribly in a studio.  Throw some auto tune on it.  Lose 20 lbs, get some hair extensions, a spray tan, a scandalous outfit, a nearby hot tub, bottle of bubbly, then get rich.  I could have a badass celebrity boyfriend, like Colin Farrell or Johnny Knoxville. sizzle.  perfect.  Now I have a goal. for the rest of the day I can go back to living like I was dying again.  

Thursday, July 16, 2009

This is a case of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object.

Its scary to me that I almost didn't remember the password to my own blog. A testament to my absence. I'm feeling exceptionally energetically expansive status post kundalini yoga class. Creative type energy suitable for library blogging. To my right 40-something man is browsing youtube video girls in bikinis dancing- he probably has a boner and will be visiting casual encounters on craigslist next. Someone lock up Miley Cyrus. I'm browsing astrology trying my best to encounter a thesis that deems us incompatible- not that a second (third, fourth, or infinite number) opinion would even help. After all the time and bullshit, the magnetism is still abracadabra status. Regardless of your recklessness with respect to romantic relations. Admittedly, I love it all. I've also never been so mad at anyone. Ever. Unconditional love is the radical acceptance of the light and the shadow, right? And we all know that any Scorpio with a palpable pulse loves a good metamorphosis undertaking. Let us see. Will this caterpillar become a butterfly or a moth?

You all know how I feel about Bugs.