We Belong to the Sound of the Words

I'm awake, after 4 hours of sleep. Couldn't fall back asleep. It's raining out and I'm listening to Pat Benatar's "We Belong" and looking at this image. It makes me forget the rest of the world.
I'm obsessed with seeing things how they really are. If I have seen a movie many times and know all the details that are supposed to meet the eyes and see it with someone else in worst quality, usually a change in the contrast, it bothers me. In a room I prefer full lighting [when seeing the things in the room are of importance], although I prefer natural lighting over artificial.

I have finally made a decision. For whatever next holiday/celebration/day in which someone wants to buy me a gift, I want a gift certificate for a massage. I have never had a professional massage and at this very moment am in dire need of one.

I've officially jumped off of that dating boat, or I should say, jumped on an exclusive dating boat.

I want a ferret some time in my life. I don't care if they smell, we all smell!

Clouds are like slow waves washing over the sky

Finally an image that answers the very questions in my head.
Altostratus clouds are one of my favorites. The make early mornings a wonderful experience.

I have been referring to a lot of previous posts lately with links. Because of that, I wish I had tagged/labeled my posts. It's too late now, going through the 947 of them would be beyond time consuming. But then I realized that my posts are far too varied within themselves. I can't put a label on that. My mind is far too complex for that.
However, I have added a feature to the sidebar in which you can search the blog. The only downfall is that the search only extends to the current page and not older posts on other pages.

I was looking through my old yearbooks the other day. The interesting theme of the signatures and comments on my high school books included the mention of how awesome I am and to never change. I'm not sure if people say that a lot in yearbooks but I feel grateful to read it. "Never change"...don't worry guys, I won't disappoint you, I'll only grow.
My junior high yearbooks were filled with comments of people telling me to stop drinking Dr. Pepper. It still makes me laugh. I was quite addicted to it during that time and up through high school. I'm better now, but soda is still definitely one of my weaknesses. 79 cent fountain drinks at Circle K doesn't help either. I also noticed that I was part of the student council in 6th grade...I really don't remember any of that.

Everybody Loves Raymond. I hate that show. I used to enjoy it, but the frustrations of their family life and personalities eventually get to me. Sitcoms can really irritate me. Hell, television does. I know I don't even need to get into the topic of reality shows. Currently, the only shows I make an effort to watch is Dirty Jobs and Community. However, Planet Earth and Life are both of great interests of mine, but I hardly watch TV these days. I have only seen a couple episodes of these shows usually late a night while I'm doing homework or reading with my hearing aids off. The TV is merely background lighting and, sometimes, a distraction. Especially these shows, they fascinate the utter hell out of me. So goddamn beautiful! All I can do is wonder. Wonder how they film it so well without disturbing the environment and natural order and actions of things. Wonder how they prepare the different camera angles which seem so well planned in terms of where the animal/thing ends up transporting to. It drives me crazy! All these questions, and it doesn't help that I watch it without volume so I have no idea what the narrator is saying. Which I actually think it makes it more fascinating because the things that happen generally surprise me whereas a narrator would probably be guiding me. The beauty thus only further distracts me from whatever it is that I really should be doing, be it homework, reading, and even sleep. The most recent episode I saw featured baby octopi hatching out of their eggs. Now, an octopus can lay about 200,000 eggs, varying on family and such. This is completely astonishing to me. Actually, I could go on about the many things that fascinate me about these beautiful creatures. But I'll save it. To be honest, as common as it is, I would really like to have an octopus tattoo. But I am definitely planning on octopus paintings.

Love.
I want to say the word.

I take love very seriously. I will be able to better and more poetically describe this another time and after I have finished reading this. I have never been in love before. At least not the way that I would want love to be. Yes, I love my friends, but them aside.
I want to mean the words. I want to feel them. I want them to consume me.