Monsters

I am currently watching river monsters on animal planet, huge meideval catfish like WOAH.


Last night I had a dream that included some creepy forms of mutant-ness.

My mp3 player broke, which is a ridiculously monstrous moment of the day, but also means its time to get a new one that can actually upload music rather than just play old musicand take up space.

---If I've made any conclusion about anything today its that I cant make conclusions about anything, because I cant figure anything out really. It makes sense to me to just accept the fact that not many things in life make sense. That's why the experiences we have are so wonderful, due to their incredible strangeness, basically.

The more interwoven, awkward, and unexpected the experience the more you appreciate it because of its rarity for existence.

I like those.

Mere thought...

maybe id be happier if i deleted my facebook.


yes, maybe.

The Wanderer

The Wanderer in Daylight:

And you have no current regrets which you could call upon to struggle with, so you wander, in need of adventure underneath the solemn sun, hoping you are not the only one.

The Wanderer in Conscience:

Though you know you are wrapped in grace, why do you dissolve away?


Sitting underneath an apple tree, consulting the great sky king...


I hope the falling fruit cracks your skull and frees you of everything.


The Wanderer in Four Walls:

Pink walls and chinese fans, a place where the lights are low, here your heart calls for something beyond the wanderer's day glow.


Two beds not side by side, remind you of the missing pieces, its black without white making even the brightest colors look like diseases.


The clock is glowing, the lights are on and everyone's home, a traveler never really stays, they are always on the go, still you wish it wasn't so.


Despite all the wracking tension playing chess games on your head, sleep is an ocean tide washing you away in the strong moonlight, for now this is your bed.


This is where you can forget whatever miseries you pluck from thin air, this is the vulnerable open, calling for a wound, but you are undeservingly blessed and fearlessly bare.

Aaaahhh Here we are again.,, the lonely in an epic battle with the city.

Currently readjusting myself to my new area...again.

So far it has been easy to live here, i got a fabulous job, went to pittsburgh, came back and had a friend, celebrated my birthday, my friend left for michigan, and met up with an old friend, but thats all finished.

I am optomistic by nature, but all that constantly exciting stuff cannot last forever. This labor day weekend has been busy, but has also made me realize I cannot live here without making friends. I have not taken many chances, talked to many people, or tried to do anything I really really like or ever wanted to do.
Quite promptly, this must end.

I cannot go around making silly excuses about how I will be so exhausted after work and get home late etc... when I want to go out and do something. I must make this place my own.

These are all very normal thoughts I believe. When you feel like you dont know whats next. I have moved all my life again and again. And yet here I am. Bored and Lonely. WAHHHH CRY ABOUT IT
nahhhhh.

I am a people person. And so far, people classified as "friends" are low on my list of "haves". Bummer.

I am not afraid to admit that I like to be around people, that I like to communicate, that I like the fleurish of faces and voices around me...This is Amina. This is who she is.

So in honor of this desire I will try ever so hard to make something happen. I have decided to go see some random band in DC play at some random venue. I have listened to their music, understood that I could stand it if I must and away I will go.

Ahhhhh again.