Andrea Joy

So low lately.

I have the elouai page in another tab so I can update this profile's picture. As always I really like that this is here. I feel like I have to warm up to this. Also, a few hits... eehhh... loopy. I just deleted an "e" because aesthetically I thought that looked better.

I originally loaded this page because I was feeling all funny, and my brain did some quick and wacky analyzing; Then, I got up and did some stuff so the thoughts have since dissipated.

... hearts really can't cut ties, eh?... corn, but that pretty much explains it. Too many ties, too many stray thoughts/feelings, even though most aren't presently true, you remember, to a point, what they felt like. Oh nostalgia, you playful beast. And I'm not just talking about those "lover" strings, I'm talking about ALL of them.

Time for a new elouai picture.

Love.

I still really like this thing....and it really makes me miss SARAH AND ROB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MISS YOU DUUUUUDESS!!!!

You guys are the only two on my livejournal friends' page these days...

<3

I watched two movies that made me cry today; I really like artificially crafted life moments.

So I started bleeding today, and I feel very emotional lately, which makes sense, since my body is probably adjusting to being tri-sprintec free. TMI!





I tend to get especially nostalgic and a bit envious at times like these. Also I feel like the dudes can tell...not that they want a bloody gal, but my hormones must be getting out there. I rarely notice the attention, but I have been lately.



This will all be over in a week.

Sometimes I just feel it's time to let a little bit of the negative crazy take over. It's like ventilation. I like that this is here; I have quite a few journalistic things, and it almost always feels good to utilize them. Problem is, in my lazy old age, writing is so infrequent, that I often get hand cramps! At Heritage, we have so many cute journals coming in... I bought one with a specific use in mind: Dream journal. I've been having dreams, but have since lost the urge to document them. Soon, I suppose I'll make myself use it. The binding is quite thick, and I seems it may break, or damage easily... That makes me think of how I'd always acquire cute, special things, and would always save them for something important, like stickers, or this journal, or even something as simple as the best Halloween candy I got. Saving, saving, saving, until the stickers got lost, a journal ruined and trampled, lip gloss loses flavor, or acquires an odd smell, and the candy all tastes and smells the same kind of bad. I've gotten better at just using things, because thats why I got them. It really is a good lesson learned, but I need to get better at it. Another good lesson- Keep candy organized and separated into categories... AND EAT IT!

I hope I remember to use this more; it feels nice.

Can you believe that I am currently without intoxicants in my body? Did you see that last post?!

I'm on migraine medicine and full moon only!

I'm glad my heart isn't literally as big as it feels, because then I wouldn't have one! Hah!
For real though, it feels like the size of a large grapefruit, possibly even an average sized pummelo.

I'm sending myself to bed now.

My heart and stomach are a bit sore right now; Also, one-ing and two-ing at the same time is sometimes awesome. Man, that is so sick. SORRY!

I feel like I need some days in a different place... I want to be all crazy and unknown for like a week, borderline clinically crazy, and then come back to this. (That period is almost a question mark, but not quite.)
I feel the crazy inside me, it's not bad, it just doesn't know where to go.

I feel far too sentimental and nostalgic sometimes- If you were there, I still care.

I'd like to take this time to emphasize that the crazy really isn't bad. There's a strong energy behind it, and it almost feels quite welcomed. OH! I know! The time is nigh for a full moon! A harvest one, I hear...

...and getting crazier...

xoxo
<3

...and on that note, I will end my not quite sane moment of visiting the "blogosphere"...

PS- I dislike the word "blog"

PSS- Thanks for the vent, Cyberspace.

I like (love) noticing vanity plates. GORJUS was the one I saw today. GORE JUICE!

I love loving.

...and I haven't seen him since.

Lately, when I drive home from work (if I leave in the afternoon), I often see a man. This is at the corner of Ann Arbor Road and a suburban side street on the southern side. Well, not the exact corner, but at the home on the east corner of said side street. On the lawn directly in front of said home, on the southwest corner of said lawn, lies a very, very large rock; it has a seemingly level top surface. I say seemingly because there he is, on top of the rock. I've yet to notice the rock without him on it.
He's a larger man, and he seems to be enjoying the nice spring, soon to be summer, weather we've been having. Last time I saw him he was sitting "Indian-style," the first time I saw him he was sitting with his legs tucked neatly to one side.
When I see him I always want to capture it in a photo, but I feel it'd be rude to ask for one.

My foot's asleep and I have a bowl of celery, cucumber, grape tomatoes, and strawberries waiting to be devoured.

Sorry if I wasted your time.

Why is it snowing?

This was the first line of my first April post last year. A shame it can be repeated.

SPRING!!!! COME BACK!!!!

I am not enjoying the way I feel right now. And I feel I have no emotional ventilation or support.

Nothing is deep enough anymore, including myself.

I was zoning out while driving, listening to some damn depressing classical music, and I partially wished the road wouldn't end. I partially wished the road was unknown, and I could just wander endlessly. I need a road. The bridge marking my far too long childhood to my questionable adulthood is crumbling...there's nothing on the latter side to go to.

Does our real friendship still exist? Or have we half-assedly been holding on to something that isn't even there anymore. Look at that...and I'm usually the optimistic one.

Needless to say, I feel pretty lost.

Post the first line from the first entry of every month this year.

January- Happy New Year, everyone! Last night was loads of fun, and made me very happy.

February- Unfortunately I woke up feeling a bit low. Not sure why, probably because I'm a jerk.

March- Definitely not allergies.

April- Why is it snowing?

May- I am looking to be employed; any help is greatly appreciated.

June- Last night, Ben and I saw an SUV almost hit a small animal and we were next in line.

July- I feel unbelievably ill today. I wish today, and my thought process didn't exist.

August- I just want to watch the Evil Dead; anything else on the TV isn't that exciting. Damnit! Why doens't IFC work on the downstairs satellite receiver!?

September- Man, I totally lied in that last post... I've only taken one quiz since, "Which Classic Movie Are You?" My result, Schindler's List. Depressing, but it said I was nice, and put others before myself.

October- I think I need to monitor my eating habits.

November- I got extremely excited when I saw a man on the street walking with a sword on his back; my heart sank when I realized it was probably an umbrella.

December- I am cold. I am happy. I am thinking, "I am hungry."

you're it! :D
I was tagged by Sarah <3.

Once tagged by this entry, the assignment is to write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about you. Then, pick six of your friends and tag them; no tag backs. This explanation should be included.

1. I was once on the same stage as MC Hammer.

2. For quite awhile the Parent Trap remake was among my favorite movies (could still be...it's been awhile).

3. I'm in love with a mustache (and the dude attached to it too, I guess.)

4. Sometimes I sleep a lot; Audrey and Austin referred to me as "Bed Sore" for a bit when I was younger.

5. In high school I went to the hospital for stomach pain; I had an ovarian cyst burst, it was big enough for me to notice it, but was no big deal. The funny part is that when the doctor was discussing my x-rays, he mentioned that I was full of poop (I don't remember what he said exactly, but there must've been a lot for him to comment, I'm sure they see poop all the time...I guess I'm just a poop master). I ate a lot of mini shao baos (steamed meat buns) that night.

6. Winter makes me so itchy...I need to use lotion.

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I am cold. I am happy. I am thinking, "I am hungry."

You are The Lovers

Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.

The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.

Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.

What Tarot Card are You?
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it was like a slurry.

my brain gave me the recollection of a dream. Greg was making a protein drink in a blender, it was meat berry. Ground beef (raw), a variety of berries, and ice. I also remember thinking (in my dream) that it wasn't that bad. It felt like a real memory, and not a dream one.

I got extremely excited when I saw a man on the street walking with a sword on his back; my heart sank when I realized it was probably an umbrella.

I think I need to monitor my eating habits.

Music is back in rotation during my computer time.

I feel funny, I think it's hormonal. Getting a bit down about some of my living habits. Falling behind has been brought to my attention and I'm actually reacting to it this time. Hopefully I react enough to get back on things and keep up; it'd be nice to maintain my unusually steady good mood in the meantime, as well.

Soon I will sleep. I need to get moving again before the lazy I've become this week takes over, like it has so many times before....well, I just was lazy before. I need to try not to take easy ways out like I did so often before.

I like never ending soup and salad better than never ending pasta bowl.