Nothing is permanent in this wicked world – not even our troubles.

Deep into that darkness peering…

Sage advice… August 31, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 2:37 pm

Don't you wish you could utilize the sage counsel you give others in your own life?

in a perfect world.

 

New Orleans… August 31, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 2:16 pm

Fuck.

Beth and I were supposed to go in September or October and stay with her sister for a week…

I hope her sister is okay.

meh.

It's such a beautiful city with so much American history.

bah.

 

Taurus 8/29/05 August 30, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 1:11 pm

that's a bit scary…

from jonathan cainer -
None of us likes being asked to supply something that we cannot spare or do not even have. When we feel as if this is not so much being asked for as demanded of us, we feel most uncomfortable. We experience pressure. We begin to panic. Yet who now really wants what from whom? You think that you know what someone else is thinking. This person, in turn, thinks that they know what you are thinking. You are both doing far too much thinking – and assuming and expecting, but nowhere near enough talking. So talk. And stop worrying.

 

in my e-mail… August 29, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 11:04 pm

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118496 August 26, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 4:27 pm

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gleee August 25, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 2:15 pm

So, everything has arrived except for the cd's. My guitar was waiting for me when i got home from work last night. I've learned what the components are, how to handle it, how to tune it and a chord or two (not very well mind you, it sounded quite sad really). I'm glad I went ahead and got a tuner, it makes the whole process, well… possible. heh. i've been having fun with my djembe too. i'm so excited about the music. i got some really good cd's!

i've been doing yoga almost every day for about a month and a half… mmm, okay, maybe two months now. i love it!!!! I did yoga last night after i played with the guitar for about an hour or so, i did 90% of the poses out of [one of] my books. I keep trying to make it to christa's class and i keep not succeeding. i set my alarm/phone for 9.15. i somehow managed to roll on top of my phone, so i never heard it go off. bah. We set up an appointment for monday for a massage. ah, i can't wait. talk about starting your week off right!

I desperately need a scanner and a digital camera. gah. i have the money right now. i need to just do it. i have sooooo much art i want to scan in. i have been a busy little bee.

 

Barenaked Ladies – One Week August 24, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 5:33 am

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to one side and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together, come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the Hoodwink
As I make you stop, think.
You'll think you're lookin' at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
Although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi'cause its never touched a frying pan
Hot like Wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because im all about value
Bert Kaempfort's got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me
But I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake,
I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake
I like vanilla, its the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause its so dangerous,
you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have the tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me,
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized its not my fault, not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me,
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm gettin frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, I make mad films
Okay I don't make films,
But if I did, they'd have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a' better clubs
Gonna find the kind with the tiny nubs,
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have the tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

Its been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to the sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room,
We realized we were both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause we still got two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry,
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry,
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie.

 

ack August 24, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 4:35 am

my guitar still has not arrived.

 

All aboard the smallcap gravy train boorish sadist … August 24, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 4:15 am

was the subject line for an e-mail i received today.

 

cars. bah. August 23, 2005

Filed under: Uncategorized — dawnselene @ 2:45 pm

ugh, my car riding well was very short lived. now it's hesitating and the transmission feels like it might be slipping and the brakes are started to grind…

meh.