folding into cranes

fyi- i started this new blog just because i am so disappointed with the blog interface on myspace... and i just can't go back to livejournal. i would feel like i was regressing in my life... no one wants that. although i am sure i will being pulling some archieve bits to post.

i never capitalize.
most of what i write is fictionalized
and vague.


recently i have been making some mistakes in my life. they are the reoccurring ones. the idealistic ones. the ones that my best friend just shakes her head at me for and asks if i have learned anything yet. i have. but that doesn't mean i put any of it to practice. what's a girl to do?

paint and fold more origami.

i have the largest canvas of my life sitting in my living room... i don't think i have enough paint... or big enough brushes... or talent.. or ambition... to cover 25 sq ft.

::shrug::

we should discuss it over tea.. and we can talk about how i took his virginity at 29... if only it were true.

particles of writing

I am carrying it all around until it is perfect... until it is great. It needs to be everything i want to say... all i need to convey. These are waited words. Each with its own mass... matter. It is weighted.

pg. 527: "Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer."

...let's run with this idea for a small while...