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.

i hate forgetting things.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010 / 12:01 AM

I was gonna write a few things today... forgot all of them.

Today was actually the first day I sat down and read a book... in a long time. Trust me... now that I realize it, I've a enormous backlog of books to re-read and read. Among them is the Millennium Trilogy. As well as all the ones I bought at the shops and garage sales.

Haven't been going out much... missing the boys a little. Missing Mal a little. Missing Jen. Missing Angie and Zach... Missing Kim and Carlos. Missing my Professor. Missing Ryan.

He's not allowed (or he simply cannot) send me any type of update from where ever he is. I talked to his higher-up (he's always liked me) and he said I'll be lucky if I get anything in three months. One fact is... I kept his dog tags. He got new ones made but I kept the ones that he got originally. Why I did that, I do not know.

Jen made me watch the first few English dubbed episodes of Hetalia again... I was laughing so hard at the song Italy sings to Germany.

Germany, Germany, Germany is a really really nice place. Even though I'm your prisoner you give me food and it doesn't suck like English food. Sausages with cheeses always taste so good. It'd be heaven for a dog. Yeah, that's Germany. Tell me how is it your Germans are so robust. You're crushing me with your intimidation my fragility makes me weep out of fear. Your women terrify me. Is the norm to drink a barrel of beer and bust it on somebody's head? Please don't come to my place in large mobs. German tourists are scary! Even the girls from germany are more rugged than I am!

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.