You know you want to...

Hehehe

Hope is a waking dream. -Aristotle

Alright, I caved.

So my old fashioned blog is far behind the times, I suppose. So I went ahead and setup a Facebook, Friendster and Myspace accounts, (since it appears noone can settle on only using one of these... >_< So if you're on any of those, add me :)

Laissez-moi voir votre main

So I'm reading through my uncle's old indian palm reading book again and it's incredibly fascinating. If there's anyone out there that reads this, will you please please please photocopy / take a picture of both of your palms and email them to me? There's nothing more that I would love than to see than how the readings compare to the people I know.

Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top? And maybe a cherry?

kthxbye :)

Charged.

Alright, so I finally got a chance to go to the gym - what, has it been like, a thousand years? I'd forgotten how good it feels to be able to push your body close to it's limits in order to improve it. It really is an odd concept when you think about it - slowly destroying muscles so that they react and rebuild. Weird. That and convincing your body that it's not getting any more food so that it will start to burn the fat off, only to appease it again. Strange how we revolve around tricking our bodies o_O

Anyways, I digress. Tonight I felt like someone was slamming my chest with a sledgehammer from the inside out. It's been so long since I've had a heavy workout I forgot how it felt. After about 20 mins on the excercise bike, I started to cooldown and my heart was beating so hard and fast I could practically see my shirt moving with each thump. Honestly, it was a little scary at the time, but afterwards, and even now, I can feel my heartbeat a little bit more confidently than before. That's definitely good.

Also, I finally got a good picture of me and my bike:



Awesome. More city-to-city trips on it to come soon. ^_^

Go super repairman, go!

Alrighty, so today was a freakin' super productive day around the house (just a regular day for... super repairman! *insert theme music here*)

Seriously, though - I had to pick up some stuff last night, and some during lunch at work today, but just check out the stuff I got done!

- Replaced a broken off sprinkler head (involving removing a broken pipe fastener)
- Dug up and replaced another sprinkler head in the front lawn (nice 'n deep)
- Fixed both the upstairs and downstairs leaky toilets
- Shutoff the water to the house and removed / fixed the rusted shut valve in the utility closet (the valve wasn't rusted shut, it was essentially rusted open). WD40 and brute force FTW!
- Installed the new washer and tested it out! :)

Freakin' awesome! So much stuff done, and now I can actually wash my clothes and actually walk through my utility closet! Also, a personal thanks to Matt - I still carry around the knife you bought me a billion jillion years ago, and it came in handy many times today :D;

*sidenote - ... I now know I've been at work too much recently - I instinctively ended that last line with a semicolon >_<

I've also come to realize that when a washer says "Quiet Wash" on it, that really means "Holy Freaking Ridiculously Insanely Loud Wash". I guess that didn't fit on the front as well as "Quiet Wash". Go figure.

Little things like this are really starting to make the house feel like mine - like a home. Definitely have sweat and tears in it - no blood yet. (I don't think...)

So now, here I am - filled with a feeling I haven't felt in a long time - the feeling after really working with your hands. From wrist deep in dirt to scrubbing wuth WD40 to attaching parts to lifting the washer with one hand and adjusting with the other to cleaning up afterwards, it leaves your hands tingling, sore and rough on the skin. I miss working with my hands and the way it leaves you feeling afterwards.

Now that I can actually wash my clothes, the trips to the gym will start up again. Perhaps that will help.

Space wipe

Bleh, so UT has finally decided to pull my student webspace from me, so the pics on the left have been pre-emptively purged. That also means that my old posts will have broken links, which is sad. Methinks it's time to at least take a look at myspace and / or friendster. Added to the ever-growing to do list (gets longer quicker with a house...)

One thing is for sure

It's wonderful to be able to step out above the rooftops and look across the night sky. Being able to step out underneath starlight and take in the world surrounding you is truly enlightening. This entire house is worth it for the back deck alone. I've not found a place better to sit and appreciate everything and just let the mind wander freely, watching the trees dance in the wind or the clouds creep by. Best of all, in the evenings, it's wonderfully quiet. It's a perfect fit for me.

Before crawling into bed tonight, I stumbled across an old journal of mine and for some reason, decided to flip through it. I was amazed - it was like I was reliving some pivotal moments in my life, some of which I didn't even remember writing down. Those were the most interesting, because part of me was remembering the sensations of those moments, while another part was experiencing it like a new story, hanging on to each word. What a beautiful gift - to be able to peek back at my former self like that. I'm glad I jotted those thoughts down when I did. Truly breathtaking.

I learned a lot today. Now it's time to bring the eve to a close.

Oyasuminasai. Yoi yume o.

Not dead!

Yay! I successfully rode my motorcycle back from Austin today without incident! :)

I wish I could be...

One nice thing about living in a giant empty house with just you and your cat - when you have a song stuck in your head, you can sing it through the rooms with noone to make fun of you - even if you only remember a few lines ^_^

Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.

From what you knew before, there's been a major life change in my life.

Feel free to either draw inferences from these two songs: Sunrays And Saturdays, Every Little Thing You Wanted, or call me.

I've decided to re-embrace the artistic side of myself. I think it's because I'm now loving my job so much that it fulfills my intellect, but seeing all the artwork, that part of me is craving. That being said, I'm going to start going to life drawing classes at work, and am going to start playing the guitar again (and no, Guitar Hero although lots of fun, doesn't count).

Also, I'm heading to Austin this weekend, and will be riding my motorcycle the 214 mi from Austin to Dallas. Now, I'm a lot more confident on my motorcycle this time around, but having had to deal with the pain of a crash once, and never having taken it city-to-city driving, a part of me is absolutely terrified. I'm confident that I can make the drive, it's just all the uncertainties I'm worried about - rain, other stupid drivers, cramps, etc. Here's hoping it's an uneventful ride. Posts like this send shivers down my spine - not because I'm afraid, but because of the fellow bikers that have died like that.

And everyone who hasn't seen my new house (that's all of you), you need to. I'll show you a gorgeous view from my back porch. ^_^ Also, just in case you wanted to know - slipping down stairs while holding a cat SUCKS! Since when did I become clumsy?