I've contemplated writing about this in my blog. The truth is, I haven't even written any of it into my journal, and I'm typically a lot more forthcoming with personal information there than I ever have been here... and I'm pretty open with things here.
Nine is a good, solid number, a great multiple of three. Danny would be proud.
What's more, it's also my birthday. Another good, solid multiple of three. Thirty-three.
Nine days ago, I decided to give up trying so hard to be the best at everything in an effort to just try to take a little more time getting to know me. And trying to do things differently. I thought I could handle life. I allowed a ton of preconceived notions about where I was heading drive me down a path that got me right back where I hadn't been in a long time.
Fortunately, things were nowhere near where they were the first time, when I was forced. Not anything close to the second go-round when I had to.
This time, I'm just doing this for me. Because I want to.
I'm going to try to be a little more honest in the days to come, try to be a little more open about where I am and where I have been and where I hope so desperately I'm heading.
13 February 2012
02 February 2012
A Jolt A Day...
February's goal... one of them... is to watch at least one horror movie daily - if only to get some hours deducted from the fattened status of my DVR saved list.
Last night's Paranormal Activity 3 was an adequate end to a frightening concept, but I can't help to assume that there will be a fourth. And that the series will continue now that millions are becoming invested in the family's history and their association with this evil Old One.
Tonight's pick was a secondary viewing of Insidious. I enjoyed, but I'm still not as impressed with it as so many people are; however, there's something to be said for watching it a second time. There are multiple details that I'd not picked up on the first go-round.
Looking forward to the weekend kicking off at noon tomorrow (The Woman in Black premiers... will it be as amazing as the experience we all had when attending the performance in high school??? I remember several of my fellow theatre-goers literally screaming in their seats).
Finished Mary Higgins Clark's Weep No More, My Lady in smash time. Too bad I didn't find it to be a smash of a story. I'm back to Frank Schatzing's The Swarm, which I began and pick down last summer. I've started it back from the beginning, and I'm very glad that I did. Who knew that methane hydrates, the behaviors of humpback whales, and deep sea burrowing worms could really combine to create a plausible story that has me turning the pages like it's a penny dreadful.
I'm now curious to see the connection between irregular activities of whales in Vancouver, a new species of worm off the continental slope of Norway's coast, and whatever attacked Ucanan while fishing near a reef in Peru. I'm sensing an overall treatise against pollution and over-consumption. My only complaint so far is having to interrupt readings to consult an atlas to pinpoint exact coordinates...and having to pause to pronounce foreign titles out-loud (as if I'm actually ever going to have to let any of these names roll off my tongue... it's just something I do).
Last night's Paranormal Activity 3 was an adequate end to a frightening concept, but I can't help to assume that there will be a fourth. And that the series will continue now that millions are becoming invested in the family's history and their association with this evil Old One.
Tonight's pick was a secondary viewing of Insidious. I enjoyed, but I'm still not as impressed with it as so many people are; however, there's something to be said for watching it a second time. There are multiple details that I'd not picked up on the first go-round.
Looking forward to the weekend kicking off at noon tomorrow (The Woman in Black premiers... will it be as amazing as the experience we all had when attending the performance in high school??? I remember several of my fellow theatre-goers literally screaming in their seats).
Finished Mary Higgins Clark's Weep No More, My Lady in smash time. Too bad I didn't find it to be a smash of a story. I'm back to Frank Schatzing's The Swarm, which I began and pick down last summer. I've started it back from the beginning, and I'm very glad that I did. Who knew that methane hydrates, the behaviors of humpback whales, and deep sea burrowing worms could really combine to create a plausible story that has me turning the pages like it's a penny dreadful.
I'm now curious to see the connection between irregular activities of whales in Vancouver, a new species of worm off the continental slope of Norway's coast, and whatever attacked Ucanan while fishing near a reef in Peru. I'm sensing an overall treatise against pollution and over-consumption. My only complaint so far is having to interrupt readings to consult an atlas to pinpoint exact coordinates...and having to pause to pronounce foreign titles out-loud (as if I'm actually ever going to have to let any of these names roll off my tongue... it's just something I do).
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