Adhesive Past

I just happened to be looking under my printer and I found something I couldn’t wait to use… two years ago.

I got it when I went to Iceland (I must have been 14 or 15). It came from one of those machines…. you know, the ones where you put in a quarter and get out a surprise. But it’s not really a surprise, because you have an idea of what you are going to get.

Anyway it’s a bumper sticker that says, “Clear The Road I’m 16!!!”

I was so excited that someday I would be able to drive, and I would have a car, and I could slap that sticker on.

But I never did.

And now I’m not 16, and I haven’t been 16 for a while.

What should I do?

Was my joy in stickers not really that important?

Or should I slap it on anyway to fulfill my past proud desires?

Why Am I Up So Late Looking Up House Quotes?

Dr. Gregory House: Chicks dig this [waves cane] Dr. Gregory House: It's better than a puppy!

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Dr. Gregory House: Like I always say, there's no "I" in team. There's a "me" though, if you jumble it up.

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Jill: My joints have been feeling all loose, and lately I've been feeling sick a lot. Maybe I'm overtraining; I'm doin' the marathon, like, ten miles a day,
[House looks tired]
Jill: but I can't seem to lose any weight.
Dr. Gregory House: Lift up your arms.
[she does so]
Dr. Gregory House: You have a parasite.
Jill: Like a tapeworm or something?
Dr. Gregory House: Lie back and lift up your sweater.
[she lies back, and still has her hands up]
Dr. Gregory House: You can put your arms down.
Jill: Can you do anything about it?
Dr. Gregory House: Only for about a month or so. After that it becomes illegal to remove, except in a couple of states.
[he starts to ultrasound her abdomen]
Jill: Illegal?
Dr. Gregory House: Don't worry. Many women learn to embrace this parasite. They name it, dress it up in tiny clothes, arrange playdates with other parasites...
Jill: Playdates?
Dr. Gregory House: [shows her the ultrasound] It has your eyes.
[it's a baby]

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Dr. Gregory House: Less money is made by biochemists working on a cure for cancer than by their colleagues struggling valiantly to hide steroid use.

Because The're Wonderful!

Dr. Gregory House: [to the crowd in the walk-in clinic's waiting area] Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House; you can call me "Greg." I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy: Short, sweet, grab a file [To House].
Dr. Gregory House: This ray of sunshine is Doctor Lisa Cuddy. Doctor Cuddy runs this whole hospital, so unfortunately she's much too busy to deal with you. I am a bored... certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this hospital who is forced to be here against his will.
[to Lisa]
Dr. Gregory House: That is true, isn't it?
[to crowd]
Dr. Gregory House: But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. It's mine! You can't have any! And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem... but who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too stoned to tell. So, who wants me?
[nobody moves]
Dr. Gregory House: And who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?
[everybody raises their hand]
Dr. Gregory House: Okay, well, I'll be in Exam Room One if you change your mind.

HeheHaha

I was feeling a bit lonely so I decided life would be more fun if I had a pet.... So, I went to the pet shop and told the owner that I wanted to buy an unusual pet... After some discussion, I finally bought a Centipede which came in a little white box to use for his house. I took the box back home, found a good location for it, and decided I would start off by taking my new pet to the pub to have a drink. So, I asked the centipede in the box: "Would you like to go down the Fox and Hounds with me and have a beer?" But there was no answer. This bothered me a bit, but I waited a few minutes and then asked him again: "How about going to the pub for a drink?" But again, there was no answer from my new friend and pet. So, I waited yet a few minutes more, thinking about the situation. I decided to ask him one more time; this time putting my face up against the centipede's house and shouting: " HEY You!! Would you like to go to The Fox and Hounds and have a drink with me?" A little voice came out of the box: ........................................... "steady on gov!! I heard you the first time! I'm putting my shoes on."

Quotes

Cordelia: “I don’t think that it’s possible to come up with a crazier plan.”

Oz: “We attack the mayor with Hummus.”

Cordelia: “I stand corrected.”

Oz: “Just trying to help keep things in perspective.”

Perhaps

Nothing seems to be making sense.
Creations of the mind?
In truth it seems to haunt me so,
As though we left behind.

Days float by in a curious haze,
At the same time filled with dread.
An open mind i try to keep,
Yet fretful nights in bed.

Impermanence is here i see,
Something i can understand.
The wonder i have found and seek,
I will chill but not command.

Change

For the most part change freaks me out. Sometimes I’m all for it, like dyeing my hair, or taking a random day trip. Though at other times, especially with big stuff like college, change is very frightening.

I was just thinking about what my mom always says, and it made me feel better about the change that bombards us throughout our lives.

She says, “change can be exciting as well as painful, as well as shockingly unfair… but it has been my experience that all change is good in the end. Even if it was rough in the beginning, things always brighten up. Each life stage is better than the last.”

My Island Dream

My Dream 3/10/07 (reminds me of spirited away)


Characters involved: myself, Lauren, mom

We all were up for a summer trip to Jenner. We had just driven the hour and a half up though cow country to our little house by the sea. Lauren was going through a lot of tough times in her life so we thought it would be a good idea to bring here to our “secret hideaway,” and let her feel the healing that such a beautiful place had to offer. We had no idea what secrets this place had yet to show us.

*Regarding the dream: We were still unaware at this point*

We brought things out of the car, running them cautiously across the highway, and down the aged steps leading to our cabin beneath the trees. Lauren and I brought the food, and my mother brought a strange Styrofoam contraption under one arm.
“Why did you bring that?” I asked slightly annoyed, recognizing the object.
“What is it?” asked Lauren curiously.
“It’s for the cat,” my mother replied, setting it on the floor and opening the top. Our cat jumped out, agitated from the long car ride.
“No. Mom, it’s not for the cat. That’s the incubator.” But my mom couldn’t hear me, as she was putting away food in the kitchen. Everyone seemed to be recuperating from the drive, especially the cat, which jumped onto the beige couch by the front window and settled in a patch of sun, licking his fur, and calming down.

*We don’t actually have a cat. From what I remember, I don’t think we had Lyra with us, or at all. For all I know the cat could have been Lyra, but it seems the irritability and personality are not similar to Lyra demeanor.

*The part about eggs… I don’t remember where we got them from. I think they came from the beach, but we had them before we knew the incubator was in the house. For some reason I didn’t make the connection between having eggs and having an incubator, since in the dream we never used it. Also the incubator looked much bigger than the one in actuality. The one in the dream was large and tall, with a section inside for feeding and resting, roped off from the main heating room. The floor of this added room was covered in soft woodchips.

Lauren and I each had an egg. Mine was white and looked almost like a normal chicken egg, though it was so thin that it glowed from the inside, casting a red-yellowish light, strongest every time I passed a window. Lauren’s was a bright red, and very tough looking, but smooth and shiny. Hers reminded me of an agate.
We were taking very good care of these eggs, checking the birds inside with flashlights, and fawning over their growth. We tucked them into little socks, wrapping around them with velvet and placing them gently on the sunny windowsill for a rest.
It wasn’t long before we noticed something peculiar was happening. Once, as we held the eggs, we saw them undulating. At first I thought they were hatching, but to our surprise they split into two eggs. The children of the firsts looked nothing like them. They were small and resembled stones. They kept splitting, each one becoming smaller. Soon we set on the windowsill, what looked like a gem collection. Some were shiny, some looked like geodes, some were soft and rounded like sea stones. Both Lauren and I were wondering what we were supposed to do with so many eggs.
After putting our eggs to bed, Lauren, my mother, and I went for a walk on the beach. It looked so fertile and green. Grasses and bushes of every shade of green lined the beach, except for 5 feet at the waters edge, which was laced with fine grey sand. There were even trees on the beach, and we sat next to some as we rested. In front of us lay a kind of island. It too was clad in green, closer than usual, separate from us only by 10 or 20 yards. Though this closeness was not just because of the low tide. It gave me an eerie, unsettled feeling. I couldn’t stop watching it.
“I’ve always found this place so alluring, “ said my mother lazily. “It’s gorgeous, but not in a pampered, park way like Blake Gardens. Its wild here.”
My mother started to mention the great diversity of hidden wildlife, when I pointed across the water to the island. “Look!” I said, “a bear.”
We all turned our heads to where my finger led. There in the distance was a bear walking to the water. It was black with a brown chest and eyebrows, with a white muzzle and breast. The bear looked almost exactly like a Burmese mountain dog, except that it’s body was bulky like a bear.
We watched in awe as more of them came, and dear too. The first bear was slow and lethargic, locking eyes with us, unfazed. It lapped slowly at the water and yawned.
Suddenly it stood up on two legs, and began to grow! It’s body shifted from a bear’s bulky weight to a slim tall creature, barely recognizable as a bear. Before long it stood 20 feet high. Again it’s grand gaze found ours, just for a moment, and then it walked majestically toward the forest. It’s legs were like trees, swinging effortlessly, each step completely quiet. With each step its leg would sweep across the ground in the longest strides I ever saw.
The other animals too drank from the water, gave a yawn, and began to grow tall. Their bodies reformed as well, growing only slightly shorter than first.
None of us could speak, but my mother jumped up hastily, and Lauren and I followed. We ran across the shallow water, trying to reach the angelic beasts before they disappeared. I struggled most across the large mossy rocks beneath the water, as I didn’t have any shoes. I refused to run back and get them, because I knew that if I did I would miss everything.
When we reached the island, we could just see the tail end of the procession. We hurried and began to follow, but as we did buildings misted into sight. The island began to fade, and was slowly replaced by sandwich shops, roads, and cars. The two worlds became super imposed on one another…one becoming stronger, and the other weaker. We watched in horror as the beasts could no longer be seen, and all that we were left looking at was the front of a Subway.

*The dream ended here, but I was left with the understanding that the place that we had sat before allowed us to gaze into an ancient place; a world next to the one I lived it, accessible only from precious few angles. From that spot on the beach, with the sun just right, that other world could be looked at. As soon as we stepped over, and set foot on the mystic soil, that world slipped away, but still existed beneath our own world. I got the feeling that there had to be some way to cokes it back into being, so that we might be able to stand in it without frightening it away. Like a feral cat can learn to be stroked, even wild things can enjoy company.

Clean!? Why?

I'm blogging instead of cleaning my room. It would be nice if I could actually sit on the couch, but at this point the mess is dominating. In fact do I really have a couch? I can't see it from here. The mess monster has engulfed it!

Now it's psych time. Memory.

lets see if Teardrop works (the house theme)

Here I Am

Here I am. Sitting in my kitchen chair. Dressed in a ripped white t-shirt. Watching the clock to know when I should wash my hair.

I decided that for spring I wanted to dye my hair, so here I am. Hopefully it will turn out all right, because what I really wanted to do was lighten my hair, you know, like with the new summer rays. My hair will match the brightness of the warmer days. Hehe. Or it would be nice if that could be so. But since there is no hair lighten thing that really works, I had to go with dye. Real dye.

I realize now that I am probably daft. I just had a flash… a burning desire. I was like, “I wanna do it. I want this change.” Usually you are supposed to do a test, to see it the color will come out how you want it. In my flash I said to myself, “Screw tests. Why have one piece of funny colored hair? If it’s going to be a mess, mess it all.”

So here I am. I haven’t done a test, the dye is sinking in, and I’m a little afraid to look in the mirror:)

The Bottle Speak Of Mischief

This is the majestic tale of the night Yan's hair was as it never shall be again. This is a lovely old tale, which I haven't yet told.

Yan may be reading this and squirming in his seat, but it had to be done. Fret not, dear Yan, for this ordeal counts as an April Fools day joke. You are safe. Never again.

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Yan. He was a soulful fellow with a kind heart. He often sighed but would yield to his female friends and their strange desires to mess with his locks. One of these friends was I.

It was a dark and stormy night at my house. All were present who wished to participate in the evil deed. We conversed, discussing our plan. I thought for a moment, at a loss at what could be done. What would be fun? Suddenly a bottle in the cabinet spoke to me.

It said, "My dearest, it is I you seek. From the first day you bought be in England, this I knew to be my destiny. I am but a bottle of strange hair product, but when on the hair of Yan I will spill my secrets before you all."

"But how shall we proceed with such a deed," asked Lizzy-Anne.

"It is easy," replied the bottle, with a tone so sly. "You must lie. You must say not a word of my true identity, but instead that I am a mere bottle of jell. You must apply me without laughing, just as if everything was normal. Then, when all is well you must take the hairdryer and set me in my place. I will then wreak the havoc you long for in your hearts."

And so we followed the advice. Pun kept a straight face, and the rest of us went about our work atop Yan's un-suspecting head.

Yan’s hair turned pink!

When at last our true intent was revealed, Yan's surprise filled us with delight. It only took a shower to remove it, the floor awash with pink sparkles, but it was a night to remember. Yan will no doubt be wary of us until the end of time, but it was meant to be. And the bottle of dye sang a mournful tune as he lay empty, but with his fate fulfilled.

The End