The pen touches paper.

Too much consumed. I have to let it out. Pull it out. Spill it out, onto paper. Words and letters jumbled together. Streams of verse pouring from my pen. I live in my head? No, I live on paper. Streaming, flowing, growing. Everyday, all day, typing it out in my head. This life is my novel and I'm writing it well. A best seller etched on everyone's faces. My eyes tell the story my mouth never will. Listen closely and they'll tell you the tale. ~9Time via 2008

I wish this was still true. I feel lost in world devoid of creativity. It seems like years since I spent the day by myself writing out verse for no one to hear. I think it's time to quit reality for a while...

Stressed Times at Parkland Dr.

Stress is often a huge part of my life. I try to come off as I don’t care about the happenings around me, that I’m impartial. And for the most part, I have the majority of the people around me fooled. But the truth of the matter, and something I rarely let be known, is that I’m almost always freaking out on the inside. Money, relationships, family, the fact that I ate a Snickers bar for lunch… All of these things travel through my head at random moments leaving me with the anxiety of a kitten in a room full of ravenous wolves. Recently I’ve been spending everyday looking for places to live. I love my roommates, but it’s time for me to move on. Unfortunately, it’s not the right time for my wallet. So I’ve spent innumerable hours searching for 1 bedrooms only to be let down. Now I’m back to searching for 2 bedrooms. Maybe 3 bedrooms are in my future as well, but I hope not. So what does this mean for your fateful heroine?

I’M STRESSED THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!!! I need my own place. I need money to get my own place. I need someone to actually be renting a one bedroom, which apparently they don’t build anymore… And I need to stop eating Snickers bars for lunch.

So I’m taking a break. I’m fighting the urge to look at houses for a couple of days. I need to forget about it for a little while before I freak out and run my car into a pole while out running the streets for a place to live. I’ll talk to my roommates and tell them that I can live with one of them, but not both. I’ll explain that together they are just too messy, and I’m too anal about forward facing soup cans to deal with it. I’ll tell them I love them both, but my OCD can only stand so much. Then I’ll go back to looking for a place to live.

Cinco de What?

To all of you out there posting about Cinco de Mayo I ask you this; why? Are you Mexican? Did your family fight in the Battle of Puebla? Do you even know the history of the date beyond the fact that your dad always drank a lot on this day? Probably not... You're most likely just like me. I'm American. My ancestors were too busy fighting on the wrong side of the Civil War to worry about France invading Mexico. And up until my 7th grade Spanish class I thought Cinco de Mayo was a celebration of Mexico's independence. Although to be fair, up until then I also thought Cinco de Mayo was some exotic phrase, not just "the 5th of May." But I digress.

Today is just an excuse Americans have used for far to long to get drunk and look like asses wearing sombreros.

(case in point!)

Will I have a beer today? Most likely. Will I eat Mexican food? I do that on the daily. Will I look like an ass? Unfortunately, I also do this on the daily. So I guess what I'm saying is this; to all of you out there writing about Cinco de Mayo that only know it as a day of getting drunk and eating copious amounts of refried beans, I'm one of you! See you at the bar...

I love boobies

...even blue footed ones.

I have a dream...

But it's a lot different than Martin Luther King's.

I have a dream that one day I'll have my bike in working order. I have a dream that I will buy a cute basket to put on my bike. I have a dream that I'll have a kitten* to put in that basket so that I can drive it around with me on my Sunday errands.

I have a dream... And I think it's a pretty sweet dream.

*I've always been a dog fan myself. But I've recently come to accept that I do not have time for a puppy. And kittens are pretty adorable.

P.S. I'm going this weekend to look at a new fork for my bike as well as kittens for my basket. This dream may come true soon. Here's to hoping!

Wasted day? I think not!

I spent the day looking at Cute Overload. I'm now in dire need of the following:

1. A Puppy
2. A Kitten
3. A Bunny
4. A Hamster
5. A turtle
6. A... Well, you get the idea.

Monday Inspirations

About two months ago I bought an old road bike off of eBay. My plan was simple. Buy an old bike for cheap. Rebuild it for a little money. Start riding to work to save on gas and get some exercise. A good plan... or so I thought.
In two months I have managed to do very little to my bike. And what I have done has nearly destroyed it. I thought I'd paint it myself, so I started sanding it down. I then found out it would look atrocious and I could get it powder coated for a reasonable price. But in that time the sanded parts of my bike started to rust. Yay!
Last week a few people I knew were taking in their bikes to have them powder coated. I decided to finally do my as well. I had to get my bike broken down for the painter. I was taking it in on Friday to have the bottom bracket and headset taken off, parts that require special tools I do not own. Thursday night I took off items I could with my minimal tool kit. In doing so I got my handel bar stem stuck in the fork of my bike. They had to saw it off when I took it into the shop. For those unaware, this is not a good thing. I now have to buy a new fork and head set. I also could not get my bike painted as it was now only half a bike.
Today's inspiration is geared toward keeping me in the right mind set. It would be easy to count my losses and give up. But I'm keeping hope that one day I'll actually be able to ride my bike that for now resides in my Florida room.

(Credits: sting1, desastremoi, asher_miller, sam, i am , tristan wheelock)