And I wonder as I lay here, in this sleepless field of dreams..

HELLO!

Somehow you've stumbled upon my blog, scraping the ends of the internet for something interesting.

Instead you found this.
I hope I don't put you to sleep.


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wow.
Feb 27, 2009 || 11:01 PM || comment?

what the hell, it's almost been twenty days since I've last posted.

what the fuuuuck.

anyways, for those who like to reading random boring updates, here we are:

i got a job at drug emporium.

i quit my job at drug emporium. (last day is monday)

i'm finally getting hours at mathnasium (first day is....thursday? not sure yet)

possibly getting a job at a coffee thing in a hospital (nine bucks an hour, bitch. and i get to learn to make all the coffee and non-coffee drinks you can think of, NO MORE FIVEBUCKS. come to me. hehe)

well anyways.

how is life?

life is going. am i happy? haha i suppose so, i mean in reality, things are just passing by and i'm just watching it as it goes, and i hardly wave farewell to the time gone. some people know what they want to do, and even if that isn't what they end up doing, they have a goal and are constantly working towards it. where's my goal? i don't have one. i can't even think of one.

actually i did think of one. but it's highly unlikely; something of a...dream? partially a dream, but the thought of going to a new place, that sounds...it sounds like it'd be neat and awesome and insert other words to describe it. but you know, i guess i don't really hate programming anymore. it's just boring and lame. but i don't hate it.

so my grand idea was majoring in something science + french, then going to montreal.

to chase a dream.

isn't it my time right now (and all the time) to follow what i consider to be my pursuit of happiness? (i sometimes think ha-penis)

and so, why not? why not? who is stopping me (technically no one)

what is stopping me (money)

but i mean...okay i am getting my credit card paid this week or next because my tops scholarship came in, and i can't have that just looming over me for the rest of my life (because i know right now it's already hurt my credit score)

but honestly i dont actively worry about these things.

they just kind of came out as i continued writing.

but think about it.

if i work on saving my money (if)

and the money i will be making (cha ching) (times four ish years, well three ish)

then, this could be a reality. (theoretically)

hahahahahhhhaaaahahah. (:

but really.

there is a surprise in the makinggg.

but i have to wait for kaylyn first. :P

The purple dress.
Feb 8, 2009 || 4:25 AM || comment?

For one particular February day, the sun was bearing down on the residents of a particular city. This particular city moved like clockwork. At the beginning of the day, the people rose with the birds to make their way to another day of work. People moved in and out of this great body throughout the day, running errands, keeping appointments. After the midday sun has risen, and the day began to dim down, traffic crawled back home, ready to tuck in for the night. This day, however, was on the weekend, and for most the day would be slow to start. On beautiful mornings like these, the park would be inhabited by only a handful of people tending to their health. A rocky trail, at the least a mile long, wove its way around the park, from a scenic view of the lake to a play area for children, to an ill-placed restroom, to tennis courts left empty for rich business men to late make their clever negotiations.

A twenty-something, and probably only one of the few in this town that didn't wake up with a hangover, jogged along this path at a steady pace. Her heart was pounding against her chest, her feet were pounding against the trail. The weather permitting, she wore a white tank top, along with red athletic shorts. Her hair, which was pulled up with a hair tie, swished violently back and forth every time a foot fell. She inhaled deeply as she kept jogging along, looking like someone preparing for a marathon, but in her mind, she was only trying to run faster than her thoughts. There was no need for an mp3 player to keep herself occupied, she kept replaying a phone call from the previous night over and over again. There wasn't much to remember, she was speechless for the majority of the conversation...

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It wasn't too terribly late, but it was still considered night time. From the kitchen where she was pouring a bowl of cereal, she could hear her phone ringing in the bedroom. She quickly moved to answer before the caller gave up. As she picked up the cellphone, she smiled at the face that appeared on the back lit screen.

"Hey," she answered with a smile.

"Hey," was the reply back. Nothing out of character. Yet.

"What's up? Did you have a good day at work?" she inquired, dropping herself onto the bed. She started at the ceiling as he spoke of a few minor details, while she herself was noticing the minor details up above.

"But actually, are you busy?" She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Um...no, well I was just pouring a bowl of cereal..." her voice trailed off.

"Good. Well, I mean, you might want to sit down."

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After everything else, she deluded herself into thinking it was all a mistake. Or maybe this was a mistake. After all, the whole reason this ever transpired was because she convinced herself into thinking something existed, without any proof or evidence of anything. She fed herself assumptions fueled by the interpretations of her mind (and heart's) fancy. So now she was jogging, until the exhaustion would make her collapse and her mind would finally be quiet, or at least until she felt completely numb about the situation. Almost getting her chance, she lost balance of the world, and gravity was about to take control. She stumbled forward a couple of steps before making a complete stop, luckily still standing on her two feet. She looked down to notice one of her shoes was untied, the laces were probably plotting against her. Better to stumble now than to fully trip and fall on it later. She bent down, and quickly tied the laces into a knot that would hopefully hold better than the previous one did. She stood up fully again, and sighed, looking at the empty path ahead of her. There was no way she could run until this feeling would go away. It would take much more than running. To head towards her car, she would have to turn go back up the path. She turned to face a guy, who also in mid turn, was barreling down the path, and inevitably, into her. Shit. She barely had to time to even think that before she was knocked down to the ground, skidding back a bit due to the force, her lower backside smashing against the rocks, and searing pain flared up in both of her forearms. But that wasn't the end. She was forced completely down because the guy had fallen on top of her, and she felt all the air leaving her lungs, and she struggled to inhale. The pain made her eyes well, but she did her best not to cry out. Despite the blurred vision, she could see his face because it was right over hers. He looked stunned, so she let out a grunt, and he quickly got off of her. She didn't care to get up. Maybe if she closed her eyes this would all go away...

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that. Are you OK? Can you get up?" He was kneeling beside her now, and she nodded to the best of her ability. Attempting to sit up, she placed her weight on her arms which was a very bad idea. She winced and almost fell back against the rocks, but he quickly supported her.

"Let me see your arms." She lifted them up, and turned them to reveal several small rocks stuck to her skin. The smaller, sharper ones managed to embed themselves, while the others were superficially clinging on. He used his hand to lightly brush off those rocks. "I have a first aid kit in," he began, but she interrupted.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Hey, listen. I feel really bad about all of this. Plus there are still some rocks in your arm. What don't you let me help you, then later I can take you out for dinner." Throughout the entire ordeal she didn't think once of the previous night, or the phone call it entailed. She followed the guy to his car, and with a pair of tweezers he removed the smaller rocks. She gritted her teeth throughout the entire process, but it was soon over. She scribbled her number onto a slip of paper, which he carefully pocketed.

"I'll call you around six, so I can get directions to your place. Does that sound good?" She nodded and the guy smiled.

"Okay, great. Heh, I'll call you later." She smiled lightly, then headed to her own car. She got in, and sat at the wheel for a few moments. This was certainly an interesting start to her day. The drive home was far from excruciating, but the pain was there nonetheless.

A dinner date, huh? She was standing in the shower now, hundreds of water drops splattered against her neck and back, then rolled down the rest of the way, to meet their fate in the drain. It would have been nice to stand under the shower head forever, but the steam was mildly suffocating, and the heat made her feel slightly tired. She turned off the water, and reluctantly pulled back the shower curtain. The cool air gave her goose bumps, so she stepped out and grabbed a towel, quickly wrapping it around herself. Having only a box of bandaids, and not the nice first aid kit, she plastered her forearms with the multicolored bandages. She laid down on her bed, staring once more at the ceiling as she thought about the earlier incident. But both things soon faded away as she drifted to sleep.

The evening sun hung low in the sky, sending its brightest beam through the girl's window, pouring the light conveniently on her face. She stirred a little, then turned over, knocking her phone off of the bed in the process. She moaned in protest, then finally opened her eyes. The room was washed in a golden glow. She crawled to the edge of her bed, and lowered herself over the edge. Her upside down view revealed the phone on the top of the floor, defying gravity and her sense of perception. She reached out, and grabbed the phone, almost losing balance in the process. She pushed herself back up, then flipped open the phone. The screen lit up: 5:20 pm. She sighed. He's gonna call any minute now. She walked into her closet. There was no sense in /not/ dressing nicely, she figured so she began sifting through the hangers. Stopping at a purple cotton dress, she pulled it off the hanger, and walked back into her bedroom where she picked out her underwear. After getting dressed, she headed into the bathroom for the finishing touches. She brushed her hair before fixing it up with a curling iron, then applied a little bit of makeup. Just as she finished, she heard her phone ring.

Within fifteen minutes, the guy arrived at her door. She opened it for him, and after seeing her, a wide smile spread on his face.

"Wow. Heh, I feel a little outshined." He smiled, and she returned the gesture.

"Well let's get going."

"Okay," she said, as she followed him to the car.

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At the dinner table, her and the guy were laughing in conversation, a little bit oblivious to the rest of the world. A waiter arrived at the table, asking about refills, and the guy nodded without really paying attention. The water refilled their wine glasses, and walked away without another word.

"I know this is a little silly...but I didn't really ask earlier. You're not...seeing anyone, are you?"

"No, I-" the gravity of the question (and her quick answer) hit her like a train. After everything that happened today, the previous night's events came surfacing at an alarming rate. She grew silent, somewhat distant. After a minute or so, she answered him again. "I...was in what /I/ thought was a relationship. But, there was no real proof. It was never stated what we were actually dating. So, no, I'm not."

He frowned slightly at her story, then smiled. "Well, good. That guy has no idea what he's missing out on," he said, as he reached out towards her, taking a bit of her hair between his thumb and index slowly, so as not to startle her, and ran down the length of it. She leaned her face against his hand, and closed her eyes. The curl bounced back after the hair slipped out of his fingers, and she opened her eyes again. He was smiling warmly at her, and they finished the meal in lighter conversation.

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"I'm really glad I ran into you today." He stated with a smirk.

"Hahah," was her reply, but she was smiling too.

"I'm sorry about your arms though."

"I'll be fine.." she looked down at her arms,"..yeah." He walked her to her door, and she stopped just short of it. "Tonight was really nice. Despite everything else." He smiled sheepishly, then opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off.

"Would you like to go inside with me?"

"..Of course."

She gave him an extremely brief tour of her apartment, but the room he would remember the most was hers. She laid down on the bed, looking at him, and he crawled over her carefully. He moved his hand up her leg, her outer thigh, in order to pull her dress. In her mind she wondered why she was going through with this. After all, she had her heart broken only the night before. She closed her eyes as she thought about this, but the current events would drown out those thoughts, until they were gone completely and she made up her mind. In light of everything that happened, she deserved to enjoy herself. This especially.

After all was said and done, he was holding her close, with an arm draped around her bare stomach. He lightly rubbed his fingertips back and forth, and she settled against him.

"Hey. Does this mean...?"

"Will you be patient with me?" she asked softly.

"However long it takes," he replied in her ear.

"Then yes." He smiled, then kissed the back of her head. "Good night," he said, but she was already falling asleep. He closed his eyes, ending the night with a smile on his face.

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Test one.
Feb 5, 2009 || 12:39 AM || comment?

So this is a random new experiment, brought to you by: The Foundation For a Better Root Beer. And me of course. It all began when my friend and I stopped by the local Walgreen's for some beverages and candy. I noticed a root beer that read: "no high fructose corn syrup" on the front of the bottle. How convenient. (: So I also noticed: this brand of soda was on sale, three for three dollars. Why the heck not. So I chose: Root beer, Cream soda, and Black cherry soda <3

The official experiment objective(s):

To quantitatively and qualitatively test various brands of root beer, or soda beverage using sassafras/sarsaparilla as the main taste component, and to have The Ultimate Root Beer Experience.

Quantitative measurements: price per single unit of beverage/price per measurement (PPM), given in both milliliters and fluid ounces. Because my spectrophotometer is currently broken (thanks Allen), I won't be able to test the absorption of light.

Qualitative measurements: taste, color, fizzyness, or the amount the beverage foams open first opening and/or pouring into a cup, smell.

Miscellaneous observations: general appearance, being label, container, shape.


Observation one: Deerfield Gourmet Soda, Old Fashioned Root Beer. 473 ml/ 16 oz. Price was 3/$3, or $1.29 per soda. I purchased three, so this particular soda cost exactly one dollar. PPM is 4.73 ml/penny, or 16 oz/dollar. The container is made of glass, the label is very simple, no appealing colors, assumption formed: let the soda speak for itself. Shape is general, almost old fashioned as the name suggest. The soda itself appears to be red when held to a light. Upon opening there was hardly any fizzing, if any at all. This does not mean the soda had no "sting" to it. On the Rachel scale, the intensity of Root Beer Flavorings, or R2B2, would be given a 6.0 out of 10.0, where a 1.0 indicates hardly any root beer flavor at all, and a 10.0 indicates sassagasm. The smell is root beery in nature, but nothing to waft at. This being the first of an unknown number of root beer tests, I give this soda a rating of O.K.

Would drink again, if only on sale.