Friday, April 9, 2010

Like Nike Says

I don't know why I'm nervous, but I'm about to finally send the link to this blog to you, my potentially loyal readers.

"Just do it."

Leave me comments and become a "follower" so that I feel good about myself.

Now I have a date with Hulu and my bed.

Happy Reading,
Emily

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I'll Eat A Carrot Tomorrow

It's 12:38a.m. and I just got out of bed, put on shorts, went to the corner store and bought ice cream.

More posts on our new Eating Clean mission to come...

Old, Old Writing--Two Cats

(this, in my 18yr old mind, was meant
to be a country song of sorts. If you
want the full effect, call me and I'll
sing it to you. No, I won't.)
Two Cats

Gramma used to say
"Honey, don't you
worry 'bout things-

Just keep on grazing
in life's fields
and sleepin' on clean sheets."

Two cats in the front yard
A light in my room
Slow music playing
And not a thing to do.

Move out when I'm
eighteen and learn
some'n new.

Get laid on a
weeknight and
live off of cheese.

Two cats in the front yard
A light in my room
Slow music playing
And not a thing to do.

I'm married for the money
friends are nice, to
and parents still give me food.

Two kids are grown
so we're gonna retire
and not worry 'bout things.

Two cats in the front yard
A light in my room
Slow music playing
And not a thing to do.

I really miss Gramma
with the big white hair.
The way she talked

'Bout life made
ya think she'd been
there before.

Two cats in the front yard
A light in my room
Slow music playing
And not a thing to do.

Old, Old Writing--Fish Sticks

Fish Sticks

I'll never forget that day
when we met in the
frozen foods section, and
Baby, you gave me a chill.

Is it just coincidence, sweetheart
that we were both
gonna buy those
crusty fish sticks?

I guess not baby...
Cuz now we rent an
apartment together
and share our macaroni.

But I'm keeping the cheese, babe.
Yeah, I'm keeping the cheese.
Have all the noodles you want, babe,
Cuz I'm keeping the cheese.

Of course this started a fight,
and of course it brought up
those damn
crusty fish sticks.

So now I'm alone...
with my cheese
thinking of you
and our meals together.

But I went shopping today
with the last of my rent money
and met a new babe
in the hardware accessories aisle.

That's aisle 8, babe.

Old, Old Writing--At Home On A Santa Fe Night

At Home On Santa Fe Night

Feeling like the only ones in the world
we walked in cool breeze
rain coming
mountains beginning to
turn dark
like a phase change of the moon
from bright and full
to misty
rainbows forming
clouds deepening in blue
our ears are teased by a mild
distant thunder
breeze swifts by
picks up our mood
filling our noses with the wet
of an early night
we walk on
wind runs around
like a spooked pack of wolves
finally the rain swims
through the air
lands on warm bodies
clouds are moving with us
above us
and I feel good
at home on a Santa Fe night.

Old, Old Writing--Johnny Appleseed

Johnny Appleseed
1995 (I was 18 yrs old)

I saw no apple trees
I didn't make it there

Perhaps I should have tried harder
To find them somewhere.

Apples are a better fruit
Than some I've had before.

There's something sweet in every bite
Even at the core.

But even so...
I saw no apple trees.

I thought it would be easier
Simple as a breeze.

Now, where I'm going,
I really can not say.

But perhaps I'll find oranges,
Somewhere along the way.

Personally Vanilla a.k.a. Reviler Revolution

I guess now that I started the blog I should consider writing in it...on it...and maybe even sharing it. Hmm.

I was chatting with a friend on facebook last night and sent her a link. When I did it asked me to type in two random words to verify whatever. I decided songs or stories or posts should be written with titles taken from those two words.

The first example--Personally Vanilla.

Then there's:

Motion Cockerel
Ratner That
Adjusted Below
In Sloshes
The Numerals
Mopping Prime
Outtake Drawing
Mr Numbs
Dent Wearily

(I am not making this up. Try for yourself--www.captcha.net)

Ghandi Organics
Economic Misdoings
About Plumpest
Gershwin Today
Pride Million
Who Disaster
Forehead Doodled
District Snowshoe

Okay, I'm obsessing. But from now on, if I'm at a loss for words, I have this list and many others from which to choose titles.

I leave you tonight, with my favorite:

Reviler Revolution

Yes!









She Loves Me, Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jesus Loves Gays

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Makes Me Miss Austin...Momentarily.

Worry Less

she said worry less

then spoke of bricks on her chest


the depression of pressure

creates pressured depression


she said worry less

and I had to confess

she was right.


she said worry less

I thought “this is the best”


and I took her hand

and I gave her mine


and we walked

and we talked

and she said worry less


so I did.


Old Blogs--April 2008 Part Two

Smiling on the Treadmill


I went to the gym today. First time since Sunday. I got on the treadmill and ran. I listened to "Take Me Home Country Road" as done by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole. And then, out of no where, a giant grin popped up on my face. It was like gravity flipped and the corners of my mouth are now stuck in a silly, school girl grin.

Then I left the gym because I felt like I was gonna hurl from the bad combination of adrenaline and "ohmigod she's so cute" butterflies-in-the-stomach.



Old Blogs--April 2008

Tears on the Treadmill

I went to workout last night after coming back from Tucson with Mom. I got on the treadmill and didn't even bother with my usual 4 or 5 minute walk to warm up. I just started running. And I kept running and running and running. I had my ipod shuffle playing "Downtown" and something else that I don't remember at the moment but it was perfect work out music. I was zoned out, singing almost out loud and staring at the buttons...speed, incline, laps, heart rate...and then I looked up and surveyed the gym.


Had I not been in a public place I would have started crying...and crying, and crying. I thought working out created a positive adrenaline rush. Apparently it can create all kinds of changes in your body and your mind.

I kept running, somewhat scared of the tears right behind my eyes and then I got angry. Really angry. Start-a-brawl-angry. Angry at tears, moods, bright lights and loudness. Then I couldn't handle the running anymore so I lifted weights. Lots of weights. Depending on the muscle, there were some 20lbs, 60lbs and then the all important show-off leg press of 165lbs.

After watching weights go up and down and up and down I started to feel better. I felt stronger. I was sweating and felt like I had done something awesome. And I had. But then I realized that feeling stronger didn't change the water works or the anger. They're still in me and not too far under the surface. I'm certain they will be there for awhile.

So, as Richard, Rocky, Mom, Toni and a small portion of my own brain tell me...I'll go as the water goes and not resist what I feel. I just wish the wet of the water wasn't made of so many tears.

Old Blogs--April 4, 2008

Shhh...

It's 1:30 a.m. I'm awake because it's quiet.

I got new hearing aids today. They are amazing. I stood folding laundry at the dryer this evening and heard behind me a slow ticking noise. I froze in attempt to isolate the sound and figure out what was broken or misleading my ears. I turned around and realized that I could hear the second hand of the clock on the wall.

I said out loud, "Oh my god. It's the second hand of the clock on the wall."

There are sounds everywhere that I've never heard before. There are sounds I've heard but never with such clarity. There is depth in music and there is clattering in typing. Much of what I hear is annoying. I imagine it's because my brain doesn't know what to do with the new information yet. My internal wiring does not yet match the wiring of my hardware. Sounds are everywhere...and I don't know how to explain how profoundly fascinating that is to me.

But I'm awake because it's quiet. I could go to sleep. I could take a few pills that would knock me out if I decided I wanted to sleep. But I don't because it's quiet. Phones aren't ringing, kids aren't talking, cars aren't honking...it's just me and the sound of the second hand on the clock.

I'm sad because tomorrow I will wake up and there will be noise again. And it will not be the noise of new hearing aids. It will be the noise of life that is too much for me to hold right now. But I will soon be safe in the metaphorical arms of my warmest support, on a noisy plane to our quiet weekend vacation.

Until then, I'm going to rest in the quiet and not fret about the noise. It will always be there.

It's 1:38. I'm awake because it's quiet.


...and she returns.

Now that I'm not a teacher and don't plan on ever being one again, I can go back to my blog. And say whatever the fuck I want to.

That's right. Fuck.


I miss writing but can't seem to make it a habit. So I'm gonna try this venue for awhile and see what happens. Hope you enjoy. If you don't...well, that's okay too.


Fuckingly yours,
Emily