Peeps,
I am sitting here at the computer which faces a window out into the adjacent forest and campus of my college. It was gray, but it's Humboldt so the default screensaver is always gray, and there was barely no wind. Two minutes ago the trees started shaking as torrents of rain started to pour from the sky. Needless to say I've already set my emergency apocalypse bag in the hallway, just in case.
(But just in case any of you do happen to have an ark, please come get me, I'll be the one at the top of the hill with the life raft, thankx)
I enjoy the rain thoroughly, but it always makes me think too much. There's just something about it, that makes me, not melancholy, but...idealistic perhaps? I've never described myself as having my head in the clouds, but I've come to realize it's a rather true phrase. I'm a dreamer, but I suppose if you read my horoscope (Aquarius if you didn't know) you'd have already figured that out. My dreaming of late has lead me to believe that what I really want to do, at least in this moment, is write, to create something anything of value to myself. I want to be able to paint like I used to, to be able to make something that said so much to me that I could confide in, instead of letting my emotions boil over into anxiety. So, I've picked up a pencil again, started a light sketch, and we'll see where it takes us. Hopefully, with the rain outside, it'll be something revitalizing.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Beautiful the way only an arachnid can be
Hey peeps,
It's been a very distressing week to say the least. My beautiful tarantula, one of the dearest loves of my life, Max, died yesterday. I never thought I'd feel this awfully lonely without a spider by my side, but I'm already starting to feel the affects of her loss. I keep looking over into her tank but all it is, is bare. She was a fighter, that much I have to say, she didn't lay down and take her death easily. I think I love her just that much more for that.
To say a spider was one of my best friends, would be odd to most, but wholeheartedly truthful in my case. She was keeper of my deepest secrets, the things I couldn't tell anyone I could whisper to her. She was the first thing I saw in the morning, and the last thing I saw at night. She was simply beautiful.
Now a day after her death I am graced with a constant reminder of her, in the form of a rash formed by the urticating hairs she had on her abdomen. At first it was just on two fingers, but it has rapidly spread to my whole hand and down my forearm. Annoying to say the least. Also it kind of burns.
I would say more, but there's nothing left to say.
It's been a very distressing week to say the least. My beautiful tarantula, one of the dearest loves of my life, Max, died yesterday. I never thought I'd feel this awfully lonely without a spider by my side, but I'm already starting to feel the affects of her loss. I keep looking over into her tank but all it is, is bare. She was a fighter, that much I have to say, she didn't lay down and take her death easily. I think I love her just that much more for that.
To say a spider was one of my best friends, would be odd to most, but wholeheartedly truthful in my case. She was keeper of my deepest secrets, the things I couldn't tell anyone I could whisper to her. She was the first thing I saw in the morning, and the last thing I saw at night. She was simply beautiful.
Now a day after her death I am graced with a constant reminder of her, in the form of a rash formed by the urticating hairs she had on her abdomen. At first it was just on two fingers, but it has rapidly spread to my whole hand and down my forearm. Annoying to say the least. Also it kind of burns.
I would say more, but there's nothing left to say.
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