Random thoughts for the day:

I can blame the sumarians for screwing up my mind when I was younger. I was always thrown off, because time was counted by 6s (60 minutes to an hour) and money was by 10s. I'd always mix up the two. CURSE YOU SUMARIANS!

There are a few things that tend to die when I am stressed: my skin, my motivation, my social life, my blog, more motivation, and self confidence. But whateves. NBD

Lies are dumb. And gross. Don't tell them.

I'm either really good at reading people, or everyone else is pretty crappy at it. Which is fine either way I guess, because then I get a sort of upper hand. But not really. But maybe someday I will!

...Why is Jimmer here?

Dark colored skin is awesome. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so straight up white. I could be black, or poly. I'd even take some asian. But that's not really gonna change any time soon...

I respect real men! They are awesome too! Too bad they are all really confusing.

I want some yummy food. And someone to cuddle with. I'm cold and hungry.

2 points

2 points too little.
2 weeks too long.
3 tries too many.
1 year short.

Not enough. Close, but never quite there.


And yet, there was still a rainbow.
No. That's not a metaphor. I was being literal.

On another note, enjoy this.

Sometimes Songs Make Me Cry When I Try to Sing Them. NBD

Mostly the second verese.



Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Someday... the Big Day.

Maybe it's just silly to put this on a blog for every one to see, but this blog is also a kind of journal for me. It's fun to go back and read through all the posts and remember what was associated with them. So here it is.

The Dream:

Picture yourself outside... It's a cool evening on a dock or near some beautiful body of water in late summer or early fall. You can feel the crisp, gentle breeze on your skin. There are lights and paper lanterns strung above you, complimenting the moon and the stars. The tables dressed with crimson candles gleaming and faces smiling. People both young and old are dancing to jazz and swing. And when things start to settle down, you can hear the crickets as the night ends just perfectly.

I never thought I'd be the girl who would plan what she wanted for a wedding before the actual relationship came along. In fact, I told my parents I would be tempted to just elope in the temple and not throw a celebration at all, because that's not what it's about (and planning a wedding just sucks, I've seen it way too many times. I hated cleaning them up, and I wouldn't want someone to have to do it for me). But I've gone and done it. Not on purpose, it's all just gradually come together in my head. I felt like I should write it down though- so I don't forget. Because it's good, dang it!

Well, I personally think the biggest thing for the wedding (besides the actual marriage itself) will be the music. I decided, if nothing else, I will have a jazz band at my wedding reception. That has to happen. Otherwise, I'll just elope.

For those of you who aren't aware, I have a huge soft spot for jazz, big band, swing, crooner style music. If you ask me, it's most human as far as music goes. It sounds so alive, so passionate and so real. Mainstream music is great and all, but I don't think it'll ever touch the soul that jazz has; it won't even come close. Some of my personal favorites are Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole (and Micheal Buble, but he's a more modernized version of it all. It still gets me though).

When I was listening to good ol' Nat, I saw that it's the song of how I want to feel about my future husband. And here it is.

I love you for sentimental reasons

I hope you do believe me

I'll give you my heart

I love you and you alone were meant for me

Please give your loving heart to me

And say we'll never part

I think of you every morning

Dream of you every night

Darling, I'm never lonely

Whenever you are in sight

I love you for sentimental reasons

I hope you do believe me

I've given you my heart

Now believe me, this isn't the only song that I want played. This is just the song I picture for the first dance, or that incredibly romantic moment when you realize how in love you are. Ya know? (Yes, I am this much of a hopeless romantic. I just try not to put it out there that much). But you gotta have a good variety!

Some other songs I'd like to have include the following:

Yeah, anything of this sort is gonna be at my wedding. Just saying. My husband better like jazz music...

With love,
Tom