I believe in certain universal truths.
I believe that anything is possible.
I believe that every experience serves a purpose.
I believe that there is no such thing as a coincidence.
I believe that your first instinct is usually correct.
I believe in being prepared for anything.
I believe in the importance of "little things".
I believe that flying is the most incredible feeling in the world.
I believe that anything is better when you do it with a friend.
I believe that time is the best investment you can make.
I believe that Hallmark greetings are true.
I believe that everyone is shallow in some respect, whether they admit it or not.
I believe that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl.
I believe that every good person has an equal and opposite dark side.
I believe that the truest friends are never the ones you expect.
I believe in the sanctity of a promise.
I believe in living graciously.
I believe in class.
I believe that if the Earth is ever in danger of an apocalyptic event, it will be saved by the scientist who calls their mommy in desperation and asks for advice. Mommies can fix anything.
I believe that the things beyond our control are not worth losing sleep over.
I believe that we over-analyze.
I believe that I still have a lot to learn.
I believe that self-respect is more important than self-control.
I believe that the products on infomercials work even though I know I shouldn't.
I believe that the media is too negative, sensationalistic, and weight-obsessed.
I believe in living by your own rules.
I believe in discipline.
I believe in the healing power of meditation.
I believe that reincarnation comes in the form of a collective cultural memory.
I believe in zen.
I believe that everyone should try pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.
I believe that the right song can make any situation seem better.
I believe that when God closes a door, he opens a window.
I believe in cliches.
I believe in fairy-tales.
I believe in happily-ever-afters.
I believe in myself.
(p.s. I believe that Darren Hayes is wiser than he realizes.)
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Dance Me Into the Night
It's been a really weird day.
I spent most of it wrestling with a bitchy MP3 that is formatted incorrectly and doesn't want to play on itunes. Now, the logical thing for me to do would be to dig the CD out and rip it again... but honestly, I have no idea where it is. Anyway, in the process of messing around with it, I played bits of the song a few times. All of a sudden, my mom peeks her head in and asks what song it is that I've been singing. I say, "Um, I haven't been singing." She looks at me like I'm crazy and tells me that she knows her own daughter's voice. I play the "bitchy MP3" and she says "Wow... that's creepy".
Ha. Of course, I'm TOTALLY flattered because I was listening to Hayley Westenra's "Dark Waltz". (If you aren't familiar with her, she's a sort of female-Josh-Groban-type. If you want to hear that particular song, I made it my myspace profile song. I'm living vicariously through a pseudo-opera singer. My head is swelling. :))
Oh yeah, and while my mom was talking to my grandma on the phone today, she tells mom that she has to go because she's having a heart attack. We do a little lightning-packing, then get another phone call about a half an hour later saying that she's fine. I don't even know what to make of that.
So I took a shower, plopped on the couch and watched "Just Like Heaven". Cute. I bawled my eyes out because it was "just so beautiful". I swear to God, I am losing it. LOSING it. Maybe I already lost it. Maybe I never had it, and just now realized that it's gone. (It's a lot like that feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you've lost your purse. My phone! My keys! My driver's license! My checkbook! My credit cards! ...My sanity!)
And tomorrow is the first day of being unemployed. Ugh. I just want to sit alone in the dark with a blankie, a bad sci-fi flick (and I mean Kevin Sorbo-bad!), and a bottle of vodka.
I spent most of it wrestling with a bitchy MP3 that is formatted incorrectly and doesn't want to play on itunes. Now, the logical thing for me to do would be to dig the CD out and rip it again... but honestly, I have no idea where it is. Anyway, in the process of messing around with it, I played bits of the song a few times. All of a sudden, my mom peeks her head in and asks what song it is that I've been singing. I say, "Um, I haven't been singing." She looks at me like I'm crazy and tells me that she knows her own daughter's voice. I play the "bitchy MP3" and she says "Wow... that's creepy".
Ha. Of course, I'm TOTALLY flattered because I was listening to Hayley Westenra's "Dark Waltz". (If you aren't familiar with her, she's a sort of female-Josh-Groban-type. If you want to hear that particular song, I made it my myspace profile song. I'm living vicariously through a pseudo-opera singer. My head is swelling. :))
Oh yeah, and while my mom was talking to my grandma on the phone today, she tells mom that she has to go because she's having a heart attack. We do a little lightning-packing, then get another phone call about a half an hour later saying that she's fine. I don't even know what to make of that.
So I took a shower, plopped on the couch and watched "Just Like Heaven". Cute. I bawled my eyes out because it was "just so beautiful". I swear to God, I am losing it. LOSING it. Maybe I already lost it. Maybe I never had it, and just now realized that it's gone. (It's a lot like that feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you've lost your purse. My phone! My keys! My driver's license! My checkbook! My credit cards! ...My sanity!)
And tomorrow is the first day of being unemployed. Ugh. I just want to sit alone in the dark with a blankie, a bad sci-fi flick (and I mean Kevin Sorbo-bad!), and a bottle of vodka.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Will You Still Be There When the Heartache Ends?
Rob Thomas is a living god. Just thought you should know.
Again, he commented on the fact that he calls everything in the greater metropolitan area "Detroit". I turned to my mom (a big ol' Jewel fan!) and said, "See? Rob Thomas gets it!". She stared at me blankly... Karen, you should have been there. You would have laughed. :)
So today may/may not be my last day working here. I don't know. I probably won't find out until 4:30 this afternoon when my boss rushes in to pay me, and I say, "Dude, what's going on next week?" and he says, "Next week?".
Someone needs to hire me right now. Boo.
Hmm. Concerts always seem to change my perspective. Why do the same lyrics smack me in the face and mean something entirely new when I hear them in person? I've heard all of those songs many, many times. When I hear them live, I perk up and say, "Wait a second, I AM looking for something to be!" or "Hey, I DON'T want to be lonely anymore!".
And then I drive home for three and a half hours... with nothing to look at but empty blackness and reflective yellow and white paint... and nothing to do but think. And think. And think.
I've emerged on the other side, feeling like there should be more than this. Wasn't I supposed to BE something? Wasn't I supposed to FIND something? Wasn't this all supposed to be leading up to something bigger?
I'm a fan of the "anti-climax" when it applies to other people and situations, but not my life. If this really is as good as it gets, I'm not impressed.
(About 10 people are saying, "Move to Chicago!" right now. Folks, when I say "this", it's an all-encompassing term. Chicago, New York, wherever, whatever, it's "this".)
Now comes the night, feel it fading away. And the soul underneath, is it all that remains? So just slide over here, leave your fear in the fray. Let us hold to each other 'til the end of our days...
Again, he commented on the fact that he calls everything in the greater metropolitan area "Detroit". I turned to my mom (a big ol' Jewel fan!) and said, "See? Rob Thomas gets it!". She stared at me blankly... Karen, you should have been there. You would have laughed. :)
So today may/may not be my last day working here. I don't know. I probably won't find out until 4:30 this afternoon when my boss rushes in to pay me, and I say, "Dude, what's going on next week?" and he says, "Next week?".
Someone needs to hire me right now. Boo.
Hmm. Concerts always seem to change my perspective. Why do the same lyrics smack me in the face and mean something entirely new when I hear them in person? I've heard all of those songs many, many times. When I hear them live, I perk up and say, "Wait a second, I AM looking for something to be!" or "Hey, I DON'T want to be lonely anymore!".
And then I drive home for three and a half hours... with nothing to look at but empty blackness and reflective yellow and white paint... and nothing to do but think. And think. And think.
I've emerged on the other side, feeling like there should be more than this. Wasn't I supposed to BE something? Wasn't I supposed to FIND something? Wasn't this all supposed to be leading up to something bigger?
I'm a fan of the "anti-climax" when it applies to other people and situations, but not my life. If this really is as good as it gets, I'm not impressed.
(About 10 people are saying, "Move to Chicago!" right now. Folks, when I say "this", it's an all-encompassing term. Chicago, New York, wherever, whatever, it's "this".)
Now comes the night, feel it fading away. And the soul underneath, is it all that remains? So just slide over here, leave your fear in the fray. Let us hold to each other 'til the end of our days...
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Steady As She Goes
It seems like I start every entry with some version of "I really suck at updating this thing". I swear I won't do that this time.
Even though not much is going on in my life right now.
I'm in the middle changing jobs (translation: getting pushed out of one job and desperately looking for another), trying to figure out how I'm going to move, and having my yearly quarter-life crisis.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
Meanwhile, I updated my website. It doesn't entirely work... and it isn't exactly what I envisioned... but for the moment it is in a state of somewhat passable completion. (www.aleishaknight.com)
If you'd like to see a website that is actually cool, check out www.theraconteurs.com. If you have a shred of geekiness in your body, the irony of this website will entertain you more than you can possibly imagine. (Yes, they used Flash to recreate the MacII look. God bless the designer who came up with that idea.) And if you get bored, you can always pretend you're on the LOST island.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
Bathing suit season is here, and I'm not nearly as buff as I intended to be. Damn you, Chips Ahoy! How am I going to intimidate people in my sparkly black wife-beater without big biceps?
Speaking of my sparkly black wife-beater, I think I'm going to wear that with my new jean micro-mini to the concert tomorrow. Somewhere along the line, someone brainwashed me into thinking that "bar clothes" make appropriate concert attire. I don't know exactly whose fault that is, but I intend to place the blame on Justin Timberlake.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
I really suck at updating this thing.
Even though not much is going on in my life right now.
I'm in the middle changing jobs (translation: getting pushed out of one job and desperately looking for another), trying to figure out how I'm going to move, and having my yearly quarter-life crisis.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
Meanwhile, I updated my website. It doesn't entirely work... and it isn't exactly what I envisioned... but for the moment it is in a state of somewhat passable completion. (www.aleishaknight.com)
If you'd like to see a website that is actually cool, check out www.theraconteurs.com. If you have a shred of geekiness in your body, the irony of this website will entertain you more than you can possibly imagine. (Yes, they used Flash to recreate the MacII look. God bless the designer who came up with that idea.) And if you get bored, you can always pretend you're on the LOST island.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
Bathing suit season is here, and I'm not nearly as buff as I intended to be. Damn you, Chips Ahoy! How am I going to intimidate people in my sparkly black wife-beater without big biceps?
Speaking of my sparkly black wife-beater, I think I'm going to wear that with my new jean micro-mini to the concert tomorrow. Somewhere along the line, someone brainwashed me into thinking that "bar clothes" make appropriate concert attire. I don't know exactly whose fault that is, but I intend to place the blame on Justin Timberlake.
(I am not a loser. I am not a loser.)
I really suck at updating this thing.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Because I'm Lazy
I feel bad about not posting anything new... but I'm just so lazy...
so I'm doing a PHOTOBLOG!!! (yay!!)
These were all taken last Saturday. I was a little bored that afternoon.
My cat. She's about the least photogenic creature I've ever photographed.
An insect is better at this than my stupid cat.
As is the frog. (I took this one for you, Jme-boo!!)
Looking out on my driveway from my front porch.
That's "Kalkaska Sand"... the official state soil... believe it or not.
My backyard. Yes, I'm sprawled out on the ground.
My backyard. I stood up.
Awww... pretty flowers.
More pretty flowers.
:) Pretty car!
so I'm doing a PHOTOBLOG!!! (yay!!)
These were all taken last Saturday. I was a little bored that afternoon.
My cat. She's about the least photogenic creature I've ever photographed.
An insect is better at this than my stupid cat.
As is the frog. (I took this one for you, Jme-boo!!)
Looking out on my driveway from my front porch.
That's "Kalkaska Sand"... the official state soil... believe it or not.
My backyard. Yes, I'm sprawled out on the ground.
My backyard. I stood up.
Awww... pretty flowers.
More pretty flowers.
:) Pretty car!
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