Today, I have an interview for a part-time job at a bookstore. I'm excited. Silly, but it's on my bucket list to work in one. I worry that my tattoo on my wrist may be a hindrance. Debating whether or not I cover it up with bangles and a watch. Probably will until I know differently.
I had planned on going to the beach. Will have to save that until tomorrow now. Between weather and an unwilling daughter, I've put off going for a couple weeks now. I don't feel like going alone but may have to do so if Pie doesn't agree on going this week. If the weather holds, tomorrow.
Speaking of my child, she turns seventeen on the seventh. She has no direction for her future life. The control freak part of me is freaking out. I had more direction with what I wanted to do with my life at seventeen than I do now, but I know more than not that kids her age shouldn't have clear directions. She hasn't developed completely to understand what she wants. Doesn't keep me from worrying though. I just don't want her to be anything like me. I want her to be so much better. She'll be ok, right? Please, someone, tell me she'll figure it out and be ok.
Dreams are constantly of the men of my life...Angus was last week. This weeks seems to be the sexy musician again. The thing about the SM is that I have these dreams that are about him but he's almost never in them. I'm usually partying or hanging out with people who are somehow connected to him. I don't know who these people are in my dreams. Composites of real and imaginary people, I assume. But he's always just around the corner, in a way. It's like I'm always waiting for him to return home. Don't need a dream dictionary or Freud or a soothsayer to explain it. I know what it's all about. In last night's doozie, I was partying at his house. Lots of people there as usual. Members of what would be his band. But he's not present. There's a guy that is paying me lots of attention and I like it. Band mate and close friend. And suddenly I'm in this relationship with him, still waiting for SM. BUT this other guy is also partly the SM. Dreams, eh. Like some say....just dumping ground from bits and pieces of the day. We'll pretend this one was that....not some unconscious lusting for a man no longer present in my life.
Did have an influential dream a few nights ago about a story. Told Pie about it. She asked me if I would actually write this one out in a novel. Telling question, yea?! I've been thinking about it because the damn plot is great and getting there is involving. I write some of it up and see what happens.
Between this shite post and traipsing around the internet....well, I've dicked around enough. I need to ready myself. Good day to all.
I'm trying to watch Andy Warhol films. I have no idea where I can find these gems in their totality. Going online, I did find this list of free films that one can watch online. Found a couple of the Warhol films. Thought I'd share. Enjoy! By the way, if you know where I can see more of Warhol's films, please let me know. Thanks.
I love visiting cemeteries. When I was attending Lambuth University (no longer in existence), my dorm was next to a big cemetery in Jackson, TN. One evening (and I mean at midnight), a few friends and I hoped the crappy fence that divided graveyard and school grounds and strolled around for a bit. I did visit the place during the day. Give me a boneyard, a camera, and a few hours and I'm happy. This cemetery sits in my mom's neighborhood. Just a couple minutes walk.
landscaping in a neighbor's yard on the way
The Pie hangs out in the tree in our front yard.
Em with her prerequisite look...never a serious picture with her. I swear, if I take 1000 pictures, she'd be doing this face in 998 of them. I have proof!
one of the plants in our yard
Simple bloom growing wildly in our yard. "What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Boredom at Bath & Body Works happened more frequently than not. Working during the day left time alone to capture shots with my cell phone. AND the walls were mirrors. A narcissist would have a field day. I like these photos of me. There's a glimmer of a smile in each one too. My daughter would be happy with that.
Other than tweaking the color, contrast, and brightness...I captured this photo of a Dallas sky in 2009. I do have photos that show the skies in Texas, and they are the most brilliant blue without any post shot changes.
Emmaline and I were travelling home one afternoon when I spotted a minivan hosting these two window decals. They had caught my eye because they were barely noticeable and I did that immediate double take. I clicked a photo after adjusting my cell phone camera to the negative option.
Couple of months ago, May specifically, I deleted my FB account. Never really liked the site (or MySpace) anyways. Made me feel like an interloper. It saddens me that friendships had been reduced to liking another's status or a note that we should see each other in real life or have a real conversation. Decided to go off the FB grid. If friends wish to keep in touch, if I wished to keep in touch with others, I would have to do it the old fashioned way.
The one easy option of FB was uploading photos. I cheated Vagabond of all my glorious pictures that I had taken over years while on FB. Well, I'm back here. Getting my photos on here from the past years will be a task that I will be completing. If you are a reader of mine (hello, all two of you), please forgive all the photos that will be coming your way.