Diary of a Gypsy: February 2009

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Chivalry: Ressurected

"Chivalry is dead," or so I'm told.

However, there are still the occasional gentlemen out there that will lend you an arm, open a door, light your ciggarette, or walk you to the door. There are those who will be considerate enough to call to see how you are, who bring you an orange if you missed dinner, give up their chair, or lend you their jacket. To these men, I salute you. These thoughtful and kind acts are not easily forgotten. Keep it up, you modern day knights. Treat a/your woman like a princess, a queen, a goddess. Your efforts will not go un-noticed.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Ladies and gentlemen, the glorious Modest Mouse.

This is the part of me that needs medication.
this is the part of me that believes in heaven.
this is the part of me that wishes I was with it.
this is the part of me that's trying to be funny.
this is the part of me loves my parents.
this is the part of me that learns from sickness.
this is the part of me that means nothing.

And I don't know....

I could go away and you could wish that I had stayed or just stayed gone.

And I don't know....

Out of the context and into what you meant.

You don't know who you are but you know who you want to be.

And I don't know.....

So you went to the library to get yourself a book and you looked and you looked but you didn't find anything to read.

The grass looks much greener, but it's green painted cement.

You can't make dirt clean but just lemon scented.

Out of breath and out of cash, find yourself watching MASH, every night on the couch, woman says let's take a drive on south. Roll down the windows and open your mouth, taste where we are and play the music loud. Stop the car, lay on the grass. The planet spins and we watch days pass.

I never knew nothing, so there's nothing to forget. Get real drunk and ride our bikes...

There's so much beauty it can make you cry.

I backed my car into a cop car the other day....well he just drove off; sometimes life's ok.
I ran my mouth a bit too much, now what did I say? Well you just laughed it off and it was all ok.
And we'll all float on...ok?
We both got fired on exactly the same day. Well we'll float on, good news is on the way.
And we'll all float on...ok?
Even if things end up a bit too heavy, we'll all float on....

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Goodmorning, goodmorning! We've talked the whole night through...

Soooo...I just got done dancing in the snow to techno music. = )
It was magical. You should do it. Go do it.

I'm in a very random, excited-sort of mood at the moment, and I'm not exactly sure why. Perhaps it's because it's 5:15 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep yet...beats me. At any rate, here I am sitting in my room watching the snow zip speedily down to earth. Bathing suit weather!!

This morning I shall give my speech on Alexander the Great. After researching him and his life, I'm not AS enamoured by his accomplishments as I used to be, but he's an ambitious kid none the less.

Workin' out at the Wellness Center, doing laundry, and a hot shower soon to come, yay! (More yay emphasis on the hot show-ah, but whatev.)

I'm in need of some more H2 to the O, but that requires a trecherous journey through darkness and potentially smacking into doorways...haha. Sounds like fun.
Note to self: Keep plenty of water bottles handy as a preventative measure.

Riiiiip! Another page torn from my day-calendar. It is now verifyably thursday.

Make love not war. (or girl babies.)

;-)

*yours truly*

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Touched my heart, touched my soul, changed my life and all my goals.

You
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Poppin' my colla

tater tots

sunglasses

Cato's

glamour

Marylin Monroe

some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs

you always on the computer when I got home from school

dork

vegas week

secret glances

ik,r?

red bull

beer bread

garage sales

ciggs

burger king

driving

loud music

red van

white stripes

the beatles

311

hero-ine

big feet

nail polish

late night movies and carrot sticks with RANCH

You
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talking on the phone

holding your hand in the back of the van

playing with your hair

smoking

random trips to the mall

walking in the rain to see you

amourous encounters

Timbaland

Everything

You and Me

Suffocate

bowling alley

canopy beds

the shining

a ring

washing the dishes

vegas

bites

House

Wal-Mart

Right Now by akon

watching you get ready

anime

dancing to my ringtone

homecoming

Egypt

boy children

introducing you to my parents

getting McDonalds

random burger king encounter

guitar hero

the dining hall

doodling through church

eating mall food

falling asleep on barn couch-beds together

watching movies

Muggs

etc....

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

I want to live in a place where the air smells different.

There will be a coffee table somewhere in my home that resembles an oversized

cheese-wheel. I will host swanky dinner parties that become the perfect backdrop for insightful conversations about human rights, French wine, and Budhism. My two boys will play tic-tac-toe on a slate board with chalked lines. I will have a dog named after a Greek god and a cat named after an Egyptian goddess. I will go to work in the morning equiped with an artsy thermos full of Italian coffee, a bottle of diet coke for later, and my palm pilot fully charged. I'll pull my convertable into it's designated spot and exchange pleasantries with the doorman. I'll strut in through glass doors, owning the smart red stillettos I'm wearing to go with my Armani three-piece suit. The work day goes smoothly, and the clients are more than happy with the results. The clock lazily clicks over to 5:00pm and I pick up my Versachi atache case and head home. Dinner is served by my boys, trying their hand at the culinary arts for the night. Bruschetta, artichoke dip with pita, and mediterranean salad --delicious!

The boys and their father horse around while I read on the couch with my feet propped up on the sleeping dog's back. We all soak in the hot tub for a bit, then it's off to bed. Lying on my Temperpedic bed under a fluffy, luxurious comforter with my husband's arm wrapped around me, feeling his warmth, I am content, and drift off to sleep...