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Everything is going very well. I am on effexor and abilify, which helps take the anxiety edge off. Ive just started the meds. Im going to ask for a higher dose. Take everthing day by day, thats all you can do. Mike and I are great, and Im working on my anxiety to always keep it that way ;)
Right now, still playing world of warcraft, lots of fun, im almost level 80, hes level 83...or is it 82?
I bought Diablo 3, but waiting a while to get to it because wer'e playing World of Warcraftian still. However, heres a look at Diablo 3, for whoever is interested :)
easter was fine by the way, i have no idea if I mentioned that, I made brownies, and my profile photo is from that day. god those brownies were so good. I love to bake XD I thinkthe next thing will be carrot cake, however i'll always be a die hard brownie fan. Im on the job hunt again, the semesters ending and I need my own source of income not only for us to save for apartment but also because i need stuff; currently rainboots and more underwear. And of course, an acer laptop because my computer as mike otus it belongs in a museum and is very slow. however, it works right now so im happy. thank goodness it works.

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Yes, I am here and alive, lol.
Everything is well, at school right now.
I havent been on here...well....because of world of warcraft.
I'm leveling a druid and Mike's leveling a warrior.
And i'm tired, alot.
And then theres school :)
So forgive me LJ because I love you, I truly do :)

Im also doin two research papers...one's on how to become a librarian...
and the others on the effect astronomy had in ancient civilizations. goota get that fun science and anthropology in there ;)

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He gazed at me, his eyes watching my face in the dark, an almost coy expression on his face and said

so when do you wanna get married?

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A quietly sprawling cemetery rests at the end of my street. Barely hidden by a stone wall and iron gates that let out a shrill scream when someone chooses to open them, inside lies a savage garden, if you will, a sanctuary of mine. Every week, if not more often, I stroll through the maze of headstones. I see these graves as the spirit’s houses given to them by the living: therefore, they come in all shapes and sizes; large and sculptural, or small and barely noticeable. Much, if not all of my love for this ageless place derives from its earthy and peaceful quality, not from the sense of death or loss. A variation of elderly trees sways above me in romantic wisteria, branches that stretch like the arms of God and Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.  Stony silence surrounds me, save for my breath and the breeze that brushes my face like a satin pillow. Mud and leaves slip underneath my sneakers like the slither of a forest gecko from underneath a damp rock. Rain clouds threaten over my head, yet I ignore their watery woes and enjoy myself. There is an enormity of peace among the trees as well as the tombs themselves. As I quiet my chattering mind, I lend my ear to what encompasses me; everything communicates with each other, the trees, the innocent doe, the  eerie cicadas, and the runaway dogs. It is if they all have their own lexicon, one that I can appreciate but not understand. As a teenager, and sometimes even now, I sit beneath the trees in hidden groves; this offers me a Zen of my own. And it has always been there, even at times when life erupts in a whirlwind of confusion.

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Something you can imagine
so small, full of silver sparkles
It fits well into your hand


do you
by any chance read cursive?
are you
pensive in a stew of hasty stares?

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Who says i can write?
can you? can i? Are butterflies too
weak to fly into the opalescent sunlight,
its rays dancing in my hair, the summer night wind aganist my back.
i forget the slivers of wood underneath my skin, ever little pink scar.
I feel beautiful, and you make me feel that way too.
I love you, I wanna tell you everyday and show you in everyway.
The butterflies return into the sunset, and so i shut my eyes.
i'll sleep out here.

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