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.

mierda, se me rompieron mis audifonos.

Monday, September 13, 2010 / 12:46 AM

(Fuck. My headphones broke.)

You know what's awesome? Apocalyptica's 7th Symphony. Goth-as-fuck cover but amazing music inside.

Umm... I was gonna write something but I totally forgot what it was. Oh. Don't ask me to swear in Spanish. I just can't do it. Well, actually, I do it reflexively. Once, when this dumbass girl in a white Chrysler swerved in front of me when I was driving I unconsciously let out the most vile Spanish sentence sprinkled with your harshest cussing I've ever heard anyone say. Ever. And I couldn't even translate it. Damn. That wasn't it.

Everyone needs to have an adventure every once in a while. If that's going with your best friend to get pizza and football sandwiches with Italian soda then so be it or having a cat temporarily use you for a jungle gym then so be it.

Text from Mal: If I became a chick suddenly, once I finished being fascinated by my new wonders and did the whole lesbian thing (and made out with a black guy), I'd totally be utilizing my crotch efficiently. I'd cook the Thanksgiving turkey there, use it as a personal safety deposit box and avoid visiting a bank and I'd avoid those carry-on fees at the airport by having my personal toiletries in the overhead bin in my pants.

PS: Fuck you, Tetris. 194,720. Bitch.

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.