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 sure as hell now know that's my mom

Sunday, October 3, 2010 / 7:24 PM

I only have one event to recount today.

My mom, my stepfather and I were in the kitchen. He was on my mom's laptop and I was on mine... and I was mostly paying attention to the 'Hawks game. Just sitting there, curled up on the chair cuddled by Carlos' hoodie that I claimed ownership to when we went to Bachelor's Grove when my stepfather starts complaining about a lack of accent marks on the keyboard.

"There aren't any accent marks on this laptop, are there?"

"No. Don't ever ask me that again." It's the death voice. The voice that made me piss my pants when I was younger and its directed at my stepfather even though she's bent over, pulling bread from the oven and wearing a pink scarf in her hair.

I looked over at the look of pure fear on my stepfather's face and I started laughing so hard. I was tearing up, wheezing and pointing at them. Totally busted my ass laughing for almost five minutes.

Made my night.

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.