Sayrah Sita
21 November 2009 @ 01:32 pm
Unholy images. )

OH MY GOD. SWEET HOLY BABY KRISHNA. WHYYYYY. MY EYESSSSSS. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

That being said, EEEEEEE hilarious!!!!! >D >D >D >D >D

Yes, I discovered that Hulu has Forever Knight. My life as I know it is over. I will never leave my room the internet again. I'm on Season 2, Episode 3.

The author character reminds me of [info]of_carabas in a certain way. Something in the face, maybe. (She is SUPER CUTE omg.)

Also, thanks to [info]of_carabas I have discovered Fever Ray. Have a music video!

Okay, had to take a break because of the cheesy Schanke dracula scene. asdfnjaelruvnawliruv. Keyboard smashing is how I deal with this amount of flail. FLAIL!

EDIT: My newest icon reflects the absurd and amazing nature of the show Forever Knight. Take heed, ye unbelievers! THE TIME IS NEAR AT HAND!
 
 
I am where?: my apartment
I feel: bouncy
 
 
Sayrah Sita
20 November 2009 @ 12:11 am
Much better mood now! Also, registered for classes. As expected, because I kept forgetting, all the good ones were taken, but I'm happy with the ones I got! :D Two of them are taught by a friend of mine.

Classes only on Mon, Tues, & Wed ftw! )

You know what this means? This means LONG WEEKENDS. HOBOY. I can...go away! Take trips! Roadtrip! Do things! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Okay, I'm done for now. :D Time to go dance and stufffffff.
 
 
I feel: happy
I hear: whatever DJ Skynet is spinning
 
 
Sayrah Sita
19 November 2009 @ 01:43 pm
Lalalala....

Fb Fan Badge thinger, cut cause it's effing up... )

Facebook still needs to die in a fire, but this is okay.

Grinder is tonight! I don't know when but I at some point became addicted to my Thursday nights out. I was telling Kellie (bartender extraordinaire) that somehow Grinder has come to be me-time. Despite that it's, you know, at a bar. I don't have to talk to anyone after all, just dance to yummy crunchy music.

Busy busy busy. One day I'll have time to write a long-ass update here, yo!
 
 
I am where?: my parents' house
I feel: bouncy
I hear: "Hate Me" Suicide Commando
 
 
Sayrah Sita
16 November 2009 @ 12:26 am
I'm in a mood for poetry, for paintings, for wide swaths of a mountain view. For sun-warmed stone and cold rivers.

In a mood for long walks alone. A bit of an over-exposure to people this weekend. Well worth it, but tiring nonetheless. I find that the more I am honest with myself about what I really want, from other people, from friends, and from myself...the less exposure I can take to large amounts of people, unless they're from a really small group of people that don't count as "people," heh.

In other news, pictures are up on RVAFreaks.com. You all should go to Galleries -> Events -> and look for the pictures of me in Takeover 11/9 & Day of the Dead. Awesomesauce.

I've reached a certain plateau, I think. Done a lot of introspection. Came to fully acknowledge that though I'm lonely in some ways, I don't really want an actual relationship right now for a few different reasons. This serves to make me much more chill, and able to interact with the world in a more rational, reasonable way. I am happy about this. I've been sort of getting to this place on and off lately but now I feel much more solidly There.

Oh god so tired. Did a bunch of work today...am passing out watching Reilly and John play Left 4 Dead right now. I love that game way more than even makes sense. I've been craving it this week, to the point where even watching other people play it assuages my NEED.

PILLS HERE!

Turn off your flashlights...it's a witch!


And with that...I leave you. :D
 
 
I am where?: The Bat Cave
I feel: amused
 
 
Sayrah Sita
+ Heard from a friend of mine today; he updated me on the state of his cancer treatment. Just finished chemo, operation soon to take stuff out. Here's hoping.
+ Talked to my aunt for a while; been too long!
+ Was totally on my own at work, accomplished a lot without worrying about people watching/interrupting me...also blasted crunchy industrial music yay.
+ Mad Max marathon on AMC tonight, woohoo. Stopped like halfway through Beyond Thunderdome cause I kept falling asleep...and yet here I am on the internet.
- My stomach is being weird today.
- I have to get up at 8 am tomorrow.
- I am considering canceling plans I made with someone at Fallout for tomorrow night in favor of doing something different. I think perhaps I'll switch off...birthday party, then Fallout, then back to party? We shall see. (This is a minus cause I hate bailing on people. ...even when I want to do something else, heh.)
- My emotions need to die in a fire. Seriously. They are impeding my ability to be all robot-like and stuff. Yeah.
+/- I suppose in the long run the emotions are okay...they've just been doing way too much back-and-forth lately. I'm usually much more chill in my own mind...or rather, it's been some years since I wasn't chill. I remember what it was like to be depressed and distressed and all caught up in the microcosm of my emotional needs. Lamesauce. That is what I have to say about that.
+ On the bright side, facing the emotional silliness is forcing me to acknowledge The Real World, which is always a good thing. No matter how caring of a person I am, that alone is not enough to cause someone else to care for me. That either happens or it doesn't. Nothing I can do about it, so best not to get too attached either way.
+ I have a nice burn on my left hand to match the one on my right! Heh. It's a much milder one, so should heal up pretty quickly.
+ I've been in a really intuitive, musical place lately. I'm enjoying it.
+/- Also been feeling weirdly antsy, violent...post-apocalyptic. I keep daydreaming about random post-apocalyptic scenarios and what stressful choices I would have to make. About suffering. Usually when I daydream about suffering it's a release of stress formed in real life... I suppose that makes sense then.

Mmmmm bedtime. yay five hours of sleep! >D
 
 
I feel: sleepy
 
 
Sayrah Sita
12 November 2009 @ 12:55 am
Survey stolen from [info]radicallindsay  
I can never resist. And lately, I have been having a craving...for BABBLE! Hehehe. Actually this goes along with what I've been doing for the past...two hours? Stalking people on the internet. Oh gawd sometimes I am really glad people can't read my mind to know the bizarre trivia I store away (until I forget it) about people because I find their journals on the internet. Muhahaha.

SurveyLICIOUS! )

In other news, my cat is still cute, [info]keyake's cat is still a grue (you may be eaten), I have not been going out lately as much, have gotten closer with the people I wanted, feel satisfied with everything except school.

Work is going to be interesting cause my boss is out of town and I'm holding down the fort until Sunday. Omnomnom.

Speaking of omnomnom I didn't eat real food today. I had a triple-decker peanut butter and banana sandwich for breakfast/lunch, and a slice of pumpkin pie followed by a lemon poppyseed muffin for dinner. Cause I worked too late to order food and didn't want to make anything. Heh. Usually I'm better about this stuff though. AND I got my paycheck early so I can go back to the grocery store and get more cottage cheeeese! Best snack everrrrrrr.

I...could have more to say but I got so distracted by other things while doing this and I'm tired.

Oh, I'm singing something for open mic night at Fallout. Haven't decided what yet. Suggestions?
 
 
I feel: mischievous
 
 
Sayrah Sita
08 November 2009 @ 09:18 pm
I've been busy. School kind of sucks this semester. I feel pretty good about my social life, though, so that's something. Making connections is what I do, heh.

My cat is unwholesomely cute. She just got up after like two hours of sleeping on my feet as I watched the latest episodes of Dexter. (Cannot wait until the new one toniiiight...omg.)

One of the reasons I like that show so much is because of the way it addresses masks...social masks, family masks, career masks, even masks when you're alone. I think everyone wears masks depending on where they are, what they're doing, who they're with. The people who deny it are usually simple, not very self-aware. This gives them problems but it also makes them less complex. When people become more self-aware, their insides gain much more complexity. It's all very fascinating.

I've been going through my old writing a lot lately. It's...bizarre. I have definitely gotten a lot more cynical, a lot more pragmatic, rational. Balanced, really.

I'm in such a strange mood. Seeing all my old thoughts, old philosophies... it's a bit disturbing, in a way. Remembered innocence and all that. For example, back then I still wanted to love everyone. I even ran across a few things championing the idea of loving everyone equally. Bizarre. Just...yeah. I don't really look at things the same way these days at all. I still like people, can't help liking people. I've moved past resenting that to just accepting it and doing my best to not let it affect my judgment.

The other interesting thing I'm gleaning from looking at my writing is that I am revisiting that state of semi-depression/dissatisfaction which is expressed in a lot of things. Like the following poem:

Examination )

I really enjoy reading my old poetry, even when it really sucks, because it's like a window into exactly what I was feeling. As I read it, I can suddenly remember writing it. It has this personal meaning for me that goes way beyond being "good" or "bad" poetry. I don't plan to inflict the really crappy stuff on other people, though, heh.

On an unrelated and interesting-in-a-different-way note...I think I may actually have found someone who is interested in me who I like back. Still too early to call but...interesting nonetheless. We've been friends for a while and always got along really well, like we'd known each other forever. I can talk about my strange, strange neuroses and issues, heh. I am being cautious because I think we need to get to know each other just a bit better before making that call. And I want to evaluate the place of lust as well as perhaps a redirected crush from someone else with whom I've been hanging out lately. I mesh way better with the second person...aeons better. It's kind of insane to even consider the one in light of the other. Emotions are such fickle things. (On the plus side, having a bit of doubt cast on the crush is making it really easy to function with both people, cause I don't feel like my emotions are trying to back me into a corner.... I am so weird.)

It's such a crazy world, where you have to second-guess your motives all the way to the finish line. I feel kind of obscure, like an outdated model of myself. I need a more advanced protoype...mimetic poly-alloy? (Referencing...? Bonus points!) Life would be easier with liquid steel emotions, maybe. Hehehe.

I guess I'll read more Pratchett while I wait for the new episode to be uploaded. Omnomnom. I feel better, as always, after writing things down. My life is full of a lot of scary things right now, changes and rearrangements and new people and new emotions and reevaluating lifelong philosophies. Like, oh, I am more okay with the idea of having a child myself, getting pregnant and all. I wouldn't say that I want to, but it's something that I'm actually willing to *gasp* consider now, instead of being totally out of the question. I'm not sure exactly when this change took place, but it's within the last few weeks. Craziness.
 
 
I am where?: my apartment
I feel: tired
 
 
Sayrah Sita
31 October 2009 @ 04:09 pm
I would say I've been busy, which is true, but it's been a sort of selective busy. I think I'm going to start giving myself more me-time now, though...I'm starting to feel like I'm drowning in people. Which is hilarious because I've already been cutting back on people...this is all in my head.

I'm quitting my current job but my boss and I decided it would be okay (she really wanted it and hell if I had known that I would have suggested it myself cause I didn't want to leave entirely...) for me to stay on for a few hours each week as a bookkeeper and administrative assistant/tech support of sorts. Really, I've been doing a bunch of different jobs anyway, and what this means is I get to keep doing the few things I enjoy and cut out the things I enjoy less along with the inconvenient hours. Pick my own hours, yay. So that's good. Gonna stop working the receptionist hours as of January if not sooner.

Dropped half my classes this semester as a result of too much stuff going on in my brain for various reasons. Of the remaining two one should be fine, but the other will be rocky. I am very dissatisfied with my inability to balls-up and get done what was necessary. I am in the process of addressing this failure. Cutting back on work is part of that process.

On a much more whiny note, I feel utterly bizarre today. I think it might just be my hormones driving me up a wall. I hope that's all it is. One minute I'm itchy with boredom and all but trying to invite myself elsewhere, and the next minute I feel my emotions melt into a puddle of dry twitchy mud full of poisonous things. I'm still in the antisocial side of this pendulum swing...bleh.

Which is interesting because earlier today I was lamenting to myself that I'm all alone with stuff to do but no one I want to hang out with is around or free. But now I'm glad of it because I think I might need some serious me-time. Which makes sense; this weekend has been filled with people so far, and tonight won't be any different.

On a wholly unrelated note, I discovered today (to my amusement), that I say "It's Halloween!" the way some people say "Christmastime is here!" Hehehe. With an implication of cheer and good wishes (or at least amusing ones), and food, and fun things.

I think I'm going to curl up in a ball in bed and ignore my uterus (start the night before Halloween? REALLY?) and watch Forever Knight because somehow this show has become my panacea. I need to get more seasons. :P

I feel better now that I've stopped wanting to hang out with people today, though. I think perhaps my strangeness of mood came from WANTING something without really wanting it deep down...letting my impulses get brief control. None of that silliness! As a naughty nun last night I had only one confession, and it was from someone who really just wanted to talk. So I gave her some advice and she felt a bit better. It kind of made everything worthwhile, for me. And reminded me that no matter what trappings I put on myself or how I finagle, frame, or otherwise rationalize it: I like to help people. I like facilitating people feeling good about themselves.

I'm friends with a lot of selfish people, and there's nothing wrong with that. I guess sometimes I just need a reminder that although everything I do is what I want to be doing, I am not selfish in the same way as many others.

Mmmm bed so comfy. Maybe I'll curl up with a book instead. I've been reading Fevre Dream by George R R Martin. So far it's a bit of a slow starter but it seems good. Building up to plot events, I'm sure. ;P

Man, I feel better now. @.@ Gah, mood swings! Ridiculous!
 
 
I feel: amused
I hear: "This is Halloween" stuck in my heaaaad
 
 
Sayrah Sita
So I need ideas for a zombie costume. I'm looking for something ironic, and something which involves no fake blood and preferably no prosthetics. Relatively simple makeup and maybe facepaint is ok.

I'm toying with the idea of going as Persephone, making up half spring nad half winter.

PS: my cat is lying on me and being ridiculously cute!
 
 
I feel: amused
 
 
Sayrah Sita
10 October 2009 @ 06:07 pm


This I am posting for [info]podisodd, and anyone else who loved the old Abbott and Costello "Who's on First?" routine...and would like to see a hilarious and very curse-filled remake. Language is nsfw, hah.

Also OH MY GAWD. I have discovered the Israeli Classic Music channel on youtube. Lord help me. This is one of my favorite songs sung by Yehoram Gaon. Gleeeeee.

In other news, googling my lj name gets me a lot of WEIRD STUFF omg. Like somehow I have a profile on fan history wiki. wtf? And the only one I'm down for is Pitch Black. Ironically, this is my favorite movie. But still. Weird.

HANZEL UND GRETYL CONCERT TONIGHT WOOHOO. This will be awesome.

Also tonight, Simchat Torah! Yays!
 
 
I feel: amused
 
 
Sayrah Sita
05 October 2009 @ 11:33 pm


It's a remix of a bunch of Carl Sagan quotes! (And features Stephen Hawking for a minute.)

The quality of music is eh (digitized speaking vocals, what can you do) but the poetry of the words and the pretty visuals make it worthwhile to me.

And so that I have easy access...

the lyrics/quotes in question )

I've updated my LJ layout so the texts/links reflect my favorite quotes! Heehee. It's the lazy layout-change method.

In other news I am going to have to start cutting back on my social life. There's just no other way for me to focus on school work, apparently. Which sucks because I don't actually CARE about school right now...but I do care about people. So I'll find a balance. I always do. I'm very upset with myself for making bad choices, though, and for some of the bad choices I made years ago which are now still making my life difficult. Sigh. That's the nature of fucking up, though...it sticks with you. I'll make it work, somehow. I keep telling myself this so that I stay sane. Hehe.
 
 
I feel: stressed
 
 
Sayrah Sita
Q. What’s a Pirates’s favorite line of tfilah?
A. Yo-ho-hodu l’shem ki tov, ki laolam chasdo…and a bottle of rum
~(from a comment here)

2 of 10 ways to incorporate Talk Like A Pirate Day into the Rosh Hashanah liturgy:
-Apples and honey can prevent scurvy.
-Throw your enemies overboard for tashlich.
(from here)

An article about Jewish Pirates!!!

Top Ten Halachic Questions for a Jewish Pirate.
 
 
Sayrah Sita
19 September 2009 @ 09:24 am
Stolen from Anna: Which Tarot Card are You? (The World) )

Speaking of which, I had a nifty reading recently wherein the final card was The Tower, advice card was The Fool, attitude was the Devil...and a few other interesting bits. Moving from cynicism toward freedom, some upheaval and chaaaange in the air. I've been smelling it, tasting it, reveling in it for some time now. About time for it to begin.
________

So I had an awesome dream last night.

In a big building like a hotel or school building or company or something. Water keeps backing up for whole city, noone knows why. Herb is trying to find out, working for someone. Mentions a squid.
I and one/two other people I knew in the dream (boy and girl or just girl?) end up hiding in room 212 which is some kind of office/waiting room but has a bunch of sliding panels that lock down to form a strong shield from the outside. you can still get in and out, which is how we get food. The girl likes steak.
What ends up happening is that there are a bunch of dinosaurs that people make, so I see the process at first: skulls laid out and such. Then they're created and everyone starts blaming THEM for the problems (conveniently forgetting that the problems started before we made them). And dinos run around doing whatever they want. Insert scenes of me going back and forth from our room ducking the occasional dinosaur or rogue people.
Somehow it gets out that the real problem is a giant squid below the city, and the dinos were supposed to fight it.
I think maybe there's some sort of epic battle but I might have woken up before that actually happened. Good times!
 
 
I am where?: my parents' house
I feel: cheerful
I hear: "Anastasia" Voltaire
 
 
Sayrah Sita
10 September 2009 @ 12:56 pm
+ My friend who had breast cancer again seems entirely out of danger after chemo and radiation.
- My sister's friend's mother just died suddenly and unexpectedly yesterday of breast cancer.
+/- A woman at my yoga studio is being treated for breast cancer.
+ I bought the Assemblage 23 album Defiance and it's awesome.
+ I hung out with awesome people last night for a long time.
- I stayed up really late.
+ The weather outside is marvelous today, grey as grey can be and damp and cool.
- I haven't really walked around in it yet.
+ I'm meeting Jew-Ben soon to catch up. His ankle is broken but otherwise he seems in good spirits.
- I guess I officially don't have that Sunday School job anymore...the new director said he would contact me but he hasn't. So. There it is. I'll miss the extra bit of income but with my student loan I don't really need it anymore. Mostly I'll miss the kids, interestingly. I started out not even liking kids, and now I love working with them.
- I feel depressed today. Maybe the weather (which although awesome can also incite depression), maybe the deaths...whatever.
- I need to start paying more attention to school. I'm not terribly behind, but I don't want to START getting behind, you know?
_____________

I have really begun to accept that at some point in my life I will probably have to deal with this cancer bullshit. Seems like everyone does sooner or later.

I feel like I need to start accomplishing something. Like, Something. I need to start Working On Things. Like maybe my spiritual autobiography for my application to the cantorial program. Or whatever. I need to write. But every time I want to write I'm busy doing something more important, and every time I have the time (with one brief exception) I end up vegging out.

I think I forgot to mention, but my period started normally this month, as if it had happened last month just fine. It must have been my weird eating and stress which caused it to skip. I'm kind of disappointed, actually...I was hoping for an epic six-month skip like my mom had when she was my age. More and more these days I wish I could just delete my uterus entirely. I get a lot from people that I would regret permanently making myself barren, that one day I might change my mind. I really doubt it, though, because of my whole philosophical thing added to a complete and utter physical revulsion. Other people can be pregnant and I have no problem, much like other people can have tattoos and I think they look great. I will never, ever get one because it is yucky. And I will never, ever get pregnant because on a visceral and soul level: do not WANT. I will admit, I no longer think that the world would end if I had kids, but it is in no way something that I think I am Supposed to do. That means narrowing my field of vision too much, for one thing. And it means I am beholden to another in a way that just makes me all kinds of uncomfortable.

Because I take responsibility very, very seriously. It is part of my interpretation of Honor, of Honesty. My own personal code of existence. So people can tell me all they want that I'll feel differently about it in a decade or so, but there are certain factors that although flexible, I doubt will change. And that's just how it is. Interestingly, I would be more comfortable with getting periods if I had a certainty that none of them could have ended differently. If, that is, the philosophical implications were not, "oh good, one more opportunity for epic fail missed!"

Anyway. Just some babble. Gotta throw on some clothes and walk over to meet Benji.
 
 
I feel: busy
I hear: "Lullaby" Assemblage 23
 
 
Sayrah Sita
09 September 2009 @ 10:53 pm
Memey thinger from [info]cibeles:

Read more... )

Feel free to fill it out, muhaha.

I should have more to say but I'm exhausted and have readings to do but I might just go to sleep now and wake up early to do them. Kitten is being adorable and sitting all up in my lap and such. For hours. o.O

Have pictures! )

Such cuteness. I die. As I said on facebook, having a kitten is all the joys of having a child without the huge responsibility to educate and raise them. A kitty is born a kitty, lives as a kitty, and dies a kitty. No real complications there, philosophically.

Oh man so tired. Last night was a Project Pitchfork concert which was made of win and awesome. I also liked the other bands: Impulse Control from DC, Synthetic Nightmare (most of whom I know), and Deviant UK (awesome band from England). Good times. Except went to sleep at like 3, and had to get up at 8:30 for class.

Soooo to bed now I think. :D

Oh also, just caved in and bought Assemblage 23's album Defiance. It has a song ("Drive") which has been stuck in my head for weeks. Gleeeee.
 
 
I feel: accomplished
 
 
Sayrah Sita

Nik has come and gone. Visit was made of win and awesome. I think I overdid the introducing and hanging out with other people thing, though (causing some social burnout on my part :-/). Which is my own fault; next time will be more chill.

I am starving so I am going to eat something. It's a perfect cloudy day so perhaps a walk in the cemetery is in order. With a snack. And a book. And maybe tarot. I hope it raaaiiiiins. (note: put stuff in plastic bag.)

Just checking in here, will perhaps have more to say later when I'm feeling more verbal. At the moment, I feel distinctly nonverbal.

 
 
I feel: contemplative
 
 
Sayrah Sita
01 September 2009 @ 08:59 am

Dear weather gods,

When the calendar changes to September 1, that is not - NOT - a sign that the temperature should drop 20 degrees. I don't care if it's supposed to feel like 61 degrees; it feels like 50. I woke up halfway through my pathetically short night of sleep because I was cold, and that's just not right.

Now yesterday was PERFECT. Rainy and chilly but not too chilly. Can we bring that back please?

Sincerely,
Sarah
_____________________

In other news, Nik is coming to visiiiiiiit meeeeeeee!!!! :D I am most pleased. Yea, verily. :P

Last night I brought my computer and Black Religion textbook with me to Fallout to do readings and maybe write my Bhagavad Gita paper for World Classics of Spirituality. Except the paper isn't due till Thurs so I checked my BR homework on a whim of responsibility and lo and behold not only did I have to read the readings, I needed to post a commentary by midnight of that day! It was then 11pm. I got it up by 11:45, woohoo! Which is good because I missed the first round of posting homework. >.> I'm used to teachers having them due the day OF class, not the day before. Oh well.

Aaaand off to throw on a dress Ann gave me and chug over to classes! The week started off rocky yesterday but it is much improved. (I talked to the person who disappointed me in last post and we smoothed things out.)

My one goal right now is to get certain people together for a game of SuperScrabble. Omg it will be epic win, fo realz.

 
 
Sayrah Sita
31 August 2009 @ 06:23 pm

Stealing meme from myself last year, muhahahaha. It's interesting to see what answers I keep or adapt.

four of this and that )

Reilly and I briefly chilled earlier which helped me prepare for working on a dead brain. Last night just sapped me completely, but in a really good, cathartic sort of way. Lots of stuff what needed thinking about and processing. I'm more okay with chilling out about my new person. I think I'm dancing along the edges of moving too quickly to trust, and to offer trust. I forget sometimes that even when someone else is totally cool, that doesn't mean you can skip all the preliminaries. (There are exceptions to this, but they are exceptions.) That's one of the main reasons I'm fairly certain this guy is a Person, I only ever get that gut-wrenching speed feeling when my emotions hit mach 2 with a Person. E.G. there's someone I started getting to know a bit before potential!Person and I didn't skip any steps with them. Wasn't really even tempted to. It didn't take me that long to trust them at a certain level, but it was way longer than this. So. In English what I'm saying is: I'm not going insane, there is probably some connection. Which is nice.

Of course potential!Person may or may not be sure how the two of us parse and that would be a good reason to have the conversation with them so they don't hold back from confusion or paint themself into an emotional corner like what I did somewhat recently when I would have sworn I was in love with someone but as soon as we acknowledged Person-ness and he said he didn't feel that way- poof! The love settled into it's right place. So.

Iiiii should get back to work. Blar. At least I got 5 hours of sleep or so. I wish my kitten hadn't woken me up by gnawing on my head because then I would have gotten more. I couldn't go back to sleep after that, hehe, so I cuddled with kitten for a few hours. >.>

 
 
Sayrah Sita
"The Garden of Love" William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.

~*~

Best. Imagery. Ever. For my current mood.

There's different parts and different parcels and aspects and I'll talk about some of them here. Because clearly until I do I am not going to be able to sleep.

Cut for those uninterested in the vagaries of my mind. )


Oh, and THIS SONG:

I saw it again this evening,
Black sail in a pale yellow sky
And just as before in a moment,
It was gone where the grey gulls fly
If it happens again I shall worry
That only a strange ship could fly
And my sanity scans the horizon
In the light of the darkening sky

Read more... )

If a prayer today is spoken
Please offer it for me
When the bridge to heaven is broken
And you're lost on the wild, wild sea
And you're lost on the wild, wild sea
And you're lost on the wild, wild sea
And you're lost on the wild, wild sea



There's probably more to say but I'm tired and have class tomorrow. It's been a while since I've put up my real thoughts here as a public entry. I used to do this all the time. Back when I didn't matter, I guess. When I didn't have to watch my image, keep an eye on every little thing that could be used against me. I had the strongest intuition today that I am going to carve out some kind of brand new niche in life. Have to do all my own hard work to legitimize my thoughts and feelings and positions. Because I combine certain sub-cultures and energies and forces and styles and aesthetics that are not commonly mixed. Not unheard of, mind you. But not common. I'm a cynical optimist, a non-romantic practical person who loves everyone, emotional and numb, usually patient but always on the move. And patience is a learned trait. More on topic, I am an industrial/gothish/stompy sort but also really spiritual and woowoo but not really woowoo in the lame new agey way because that stuff annoys me. I'm dark as all hell in a certain way. The brighter the light the darker the shadow. So I have this light/dark, spiritual/stompy thing. Not unique to me but...trying to work as a spiritual leader in a mainstream religion when I myself am pretty much anything but mainstream...will be an interesting uphill journey.

And I feel like my life now, in its gathering sprint, is a natural offshoot of this well-said bit, which is (interestingly) from almost exactly a year ago. It's just...it's so perfect. I feel like I've come full-spiral from there, raised up a level or so. I feel in sync with myself. It's grand.

Oh and I was very disappointed by someone this weekend. :-/ It was kind of obvious that it would come eventually I suppose. I just...my tolerance for passive-aggressive b.s. has pretty much evaporated lately. I don't have enough time in my life to waste my emotions and breath caring and responding to that kind of mindfuckery. I have more important things to be doing. And I hate that I'm even saying that. Part of me still wants to just...fix all the problems, be there, take it, somehow demonstrate why what they're doing is self-destructive. But the problem is they know it but they don't know it. A little knowledge is more dangerous than none...you constantly underestimate how badly you're screwing up.

Augh Sting's whole Soul Cages album is singing right to ME tonight. Weeeiiiird. I mean, I love that album regardless but dang.

I should go to sleep. Really, I should. >.>
 
 
I am where?: my apartment
I hear: "The Wild Wild Sea" Sting
 
 
Sayrah Sita
20 August 2009 @ 06:13 pm

Today I went to:
Classics of Spirituality- awesome class! The teacher is irreverant and funny and clearly knows her stuff. And knows more than I do. Which, I don't care what that sounds like, I really prefer when they know more than I do and show it. Otherwise, why am I there? You know?
Black Religion- omg this is gonna be awesome. The teacher is this great lady from Nigeria and has already demonstrated a nice and no-nonsense attitude. And the best part is that we will be learning about as many African Traditional Religions as possible as well as Derived ones (like santeria which incidentally always makes me think of sangria...)
Topics: Religions in Richmond- I walked all the way to the teacher's office across campus in the heat only to find that his office had been moved back near where I live. Which will, ultimately, be useful. This is the class where the teacher wants me to profile a bunch of Jewish things for him since I have an "in" with the community. I can go into the Orthodox shul and ask questions to make a profile and no one will care because I've been part of that community. Best part is no set class time because I can't come to the class since it's while I'm at work. So he said to just sign up and meet with him separate. :)
(note to self: add Sunday school to profile list)

So that's all my classes except contemporary religion in America. I'm excited because they all have a little bit of writing so far. Ever since I finished English last semester I've been much more partial to writing for classes (if I like the subject). Other people complained...punks. Nooone of the assigned writing things are hard, and almost all of them are experiential/reactionary which is even easier.

So. Then I went for a lovely (hooot) walk in the cemetery and chilled in my favorite spot for a bit. Got visited by some crows, and some really random rain pockets on a blazing sunny day. Got a bit wandery on the way back, ran a little late for work (not late-late, just not early like usual). Showered off the sweaaaat and put on a cool outfit since I'm going to Fallout (local industrial/goth/fetish bar) tonight. Including these nifty black fishnet gloves I got yesterday. Otherwise, black tea-length skirt and black shirt (with eyes on the back hehe). Apparently my gloves were too "busy" to wear at the front desk at work though...

I think I'm going to start looking for another job just to see what's out there. I'll stay here for at least the next 5 or 6 months, for sure. But I'm tired of working in the west end, tired of the ticky-tacky expectations and fashion restrictions. I want my lip ring. Now that I'm a Fallout member I get a discount at a local place. Muhahaha.
Seriously, if anyone hears about office-y/assistant-y type jobs...lemme know. :P

Also I just started a book called Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. It is cyberpunk and written in a striking visual style. Even I can see what's happening, and I am the worst at visualizing anything. :) The book was lent to me by a new friend of mine, Ted. I seem to have a rhythm going where every couple of months I find a keeper. He's definitely a keeper. It's hard not to be overenthusiastic, actually. I hope I'm not freaking him out by being so chatty and friendly. I doubt it but I find that being cautious about such things keeps me from screwing up. It's just, when I find someone who is wholesome, clearly is not trying to take anything from me or even have expectations...it's so refreshing. I have perhaps been harping on it too much to him though...hehe. >.> I'm sure there's only so many times you want to hear about how you're awesome from someone who doesn't really know you yet. But, my instinct lately have been rather spot-on, and I'm finally in a place where I'm releasing expectations of people, letting them be them, and honestly evaluating them from that rather than letting my own desires or wishes or whatever get ib the way of beibg honest with myself and others. Full of glee.