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.

Aw, Netflix.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010 / 2:41 PM

The Girl Who Played with Fire is on Instant on Netflix today - yeaaaaah. I know what I'm doing tonight.

Yesterday night we had one of most gorgeous storms I've ever... slept through. Well, not really. I woke up at around three cause the rain was coming through my window and my back was soaked and it swear, I thought we were in the middle of a monsoon for those first few moments of groggyness. Even by Chicago standards, that wind was powerful. I kinda wanted to go out but... I was in bed.

I woke up again at seven to find the same thing going on outside and several tree branches and chairs and the little bridge my stepfather built on the other block.

It's a little freaky... and kinda cool. I guess tonight is the big thunderstorm I thought was gonna happen yesterday.

I can't believe its October. It's gonna be November soon. It's my best month. October, not November. Know what that means? My birthday's coming up. I'm getting old. Waaaaaah.

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.