nothing's impossible
just have to find a way

"Farewell happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.

The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he.
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n

John Milton, Paradise Lost; Book One
♥♥♥

rien ne pèse tant
que un secret.

you get four days in eleven facts in no particular order, eh

Thursday, June 24, 2010 / 10:23 PM

1. Apparently, the word 'goddamn' or 'goddamn it' is one of the worst things you can say (according to 23 Minutes In Hell) and earns you a ticket straight to hell. I'm half convinced that book was a cracked out dream he had. Seriously.

2. Apparently, the weather people weren't kidding when they said it was going to be an Il Niño summer. I've been inhaling water for the past couple of days. I was so sure it was air.

3. I'm kinda sad.

4. I went to the beach today instead of class. Bad Ria.

5. There have been a series of strange earthquakes in Ecuador and few parts of Argentina... precisely around where my family's at. Strangely enough, I'm the only one not freaking out.

6. My back is sun-burnt. I can't reach. There's spots that don't really hurt but I can feel them. I suppose my Stanley Cup tan is evened out?

7. Some websites should really consider rephrasing many of their facts about sunburns. "Mass suicide of cells" just makes me think of my skin cells drowning themselves in their own fluid or taking a shit-bullet right between the eyes and then melting off my body. Jaysus Croist.

8. I beat Uncharted 2 in crushing mode.

9. Jen's mom's surgery went okay. Relief... and a visit is necessary. Must buy flowers and a card. Or maybe just the flowers. Cards are corny... even though I get them for everyone in nearly every occasion known to man. Even Buddhist holidays. No that's a lie. Ha.

10. I miss someone.

11. Italia got eliminated from the World Cup. Un-fucking-believable. I cannot comprehend. Pezzo di merda!

ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore

If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly) can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.

Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings - after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.

N o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. ~~Go watch porn.~~

My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.

Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.