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've more of a reason to get home now

Thursday, September 2, 2010 / 2:50 PM

I just checked my Netflix Queue (What a annoyingly catchy word with way too many vowels and the most obnoxious consonant in the alphabet. I don't like it. It sounds like "ass" in French.) and Planet Earth: Disc 4 should be in my mailbox.

Umm... for French Convo I, we finished watching L'Auberge Espagnole, which is a damn good french film. Catchy, fun and Audrey Tautou is in it and she makes having brown eyes six times sexier. Speaking of films, I watched two documentaries yesterday. The Business of Being Born and Cracking the Maya Code... the latter was to shake the female uneasiness I felt after watching the first one. Being informed that the country I live in has the second highest infant mortality rate in the world shook the already rocky belief that there is some home for one of the world's superpower. Naturally, the United States was compared to the European and Canadian systems and naturally the States got the shitty end of the stick. I also got a lesson in how births were from 1890's - 1920's... its enough to give anyone nightmares.

Also... as a woman with the possibility of having a kid someday... how the FUCK can anyone push a baby out of there? I mean... ouch. I was sitting, cross legged on the couch, open-mouthed while my mom gave me the look that said, "Little girl, I had to do that three times." I'm going to herd that looming elephant out of the room now...

Cracking the Maya Code was ridiculously fascinating... but I might be biased due to my interest in any type of ancient civilization with the Incan empire heading that particular part of me.

Hmm. I might stop at Borders today... check out the bargain boxes.

The book for French Convo I is $200. I think its wiser to invest in photocopying the five chapters we're going to do.

Mal decided to not date for a while. I give it five days.

I am so hungry right now.

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.