I must say that a cafe is quite an interesting place to hang out, especially if you have a nifty book from whence to hide behind whilst spying.
I recently spent an hour or so in an unnamed Starbuckish coffee shop, sipping glamorous Hazelnut soda because they were all out of ma favorite TOFFEE NUT! Anyhew.
Whilst spying I noticed several interesting person(s) which I quite correctly assumed y'all would be inoxerably interested in.
Interesting Person(s) #1
I spied a lovely Italian family doing homework together and it reminded me of my homeland. Sort of. Homeland of the heart! There was the bookish granddaughter, the officish father, and the oh-so-you-just-want-to-fish-with-even-though-your-a-vegetarian-because-you-know-he-will-be-full-of-good-and-insightful-conversation-and-old-Englandish-childhood-stories-grandfather. And I thought how have we become so busy that looking at this happy family of three generations, that doing homework in a coffee shop seams so alien to me? And they didn't act as if it wasn't a duty. They laughed through the algebra like it was leisure time, which indeed they made it to be. So I decided, I am going to value myself and time more and love every moment, even my stupid and pointless math homework.
Interesting Person(s) #2
I also spied some ladies that were... southern? Anyhew, one of them had white hair, black lipstick, smoke wrinkles and long, manicured, black nails and she had such an air of glamor. She must have had surgery or been hurt because she walked awkwardly, but she had such a presence, and she didn't even try. It was as if she was brought into the world with glamor and she simply couldn't help it. So I decided that I want to simply be debonair without even trying.
Interesting Person(s) #3
I also spied this one youngster (about my age) and he was talking politics and debate like it was going out of style and he was also the only one talking in a three person conversation and I realized that there is to much fear in the world that to spend every three way person conversation filling people's ears with fear is simply a waste of time. So I decided that I will focus only on lovely things and not horribly terrifying world affairs.
I know. It is simply exhausting being my glamorous and perceptive self.
The end.

Yes. Consider my blog REVAMPED!
It's probably about time. My oh so glamorous readers have probably become bored with me so why not zazzle their eyes with some sufficiently sweet eye candy.
I am returned from the ever so swingishly fancy Harlem Nights. I swung the night away (or so it might seem to the outward eye) but in reality I was quite nervous (I know, how could it be possible?).
We danced at many a place but I must say that my favorite was an awesome little hot spot called Club New York. (Yes I do know the black guy. He hung out on the side lines and gave me de eye and I thought I would get shot) It had LEVELS and NEON LIGHTS. And was pretty much all together awesome.
Also I discovered that I am in Love with Orson Scott Card's new book Ender in Exile, as I am sure that all of you are.
In other news, I am working on my second draft of the second chapter of my second novel, which I must say is coming out quite nicely.
It always strikes me as a funny thing when money comes my way. I am quite a selfish person. (This is the part where you comment and say that I am not) and as such I spend most of my time doing fun stuff in stead of pulling in a great sum of money. So when I do I have a troublesome time spending it on the right thing. After to long in the state of wealth my mind begins to wander on thoughts of purchasing expensive chocolates, expensive hair gels, and expensive space pens. Of coarse I always stay my hand at these troublesome thoughts. Some day Mrs. Perfect Gift will come along and by then I'll have a whole heap'a money to spend on her.
Another troublesome thing in my life. Every re fried time I go out of town, I miss my writer's group's meeting! It is really starting to tick my clock off. But alas I have sent in a petition to the esteemed members and we might start meeting twice a month.
Also I have decided to learn sign language and already know approximately six signs, OH YEAH!
Until again, good night sweet princess, may Hayley William's voice sing thee to thy rest.
The end.
P.S.
This is the first time I've done a P.S. It's quite exciting.
P.P.S.
I wrote this whole post with a guitar in my lap. SWUISAM!

I have hardly no time to write this morning because I am being limo'd off to another, incredibly glamorous swing exchange!
Wish me happy dancing and love at first sight... or just happy dancing.
I must now go pack my glamorous bag.
The end.

Fun blogs have been few and far between. Hopefully I haven't shed a fun part of my DNA. Hopefully not. Oh well.
Why must we take ourselves so seriously. I wish to make no examples or personal references. So I guess this will have to be a self assessed test. Why do you take yourself so seriously. Just because I couldn't come to your birthday party doesn't mean that shirt you wore totally clashed with my shoes. (even though it did).
Just because I stopped doing this unnamed activity with you doesn't mean that I hate everything we ever did and stood for when doing it.
That's as deep as I can go into those waters without becoming personal.
I have found that math is the key to my plot. All I have to do is sit down at late hours with a mound of math in front of my and I feel this tiny flame turn on and my literary juices start to heat up and though it's not quite fully formed yet, I feel tiny connections begin to collect inside of my plot cell walls like bubbles clinging to the side of a pan. And before you know it my mind is filled with a rolling boil and I haven't gotten any math done but I have filled up a whole note book filled with plot.
Which brings me to notebooks. I like to be Eco friendly. Not because I feel if I don't buy shoes which are made out of something out of a koala the earth will be in tumult. But why not be as Eco friendly as possible. If I were huge and round and in places covered in water, wouldn't I want to be friendly to the tiny things crawling all over my body?... Ok. Maybe not.
Anyway! One dark and stormy night, I was in need of a note book so I shimmied my way on over to Staples and looked for first, bound paper without a spirally ring down the spine (which is quite painful if you are left handed, second, no stupid subject dividers (which I simply don't like), and third, Eco chic if possible. So I found a note book with considerable chic and pizazz and also Eco friendly, but upon further inspection I found no proof that it was actually recycled. At first I thought it was a gimmick. But upon further further inspection, I found out that it was actually bagasse paper. No I did not just go there. I did however go to a sugarcane processing institution, gather fiber wasted in the process, and make it into an environmentally friendly notebook.
How's that for an Absolut world?

"What are friends for, to slam your finger in the door?
To hit you with a bat and ball, no they are not for that at all.
Friends are to care, to love, and depend, Friends are to be there till the end."
9 Year old Mother.


Friends are a tricky subject. Friendship is terrific when in the slammer, awkward when the relationship goes Titanic, cute when it ranges on the gender scale, and sucky when you realize that you are the friend... The only friend...
Never the less. We always make more friends. No many how many you have you always crave more. And if your lucky, other people crave your friendship.
And even if we're totally destroyed by one we are always stupid enough to make more eventually, even if we never actually let them in.
And then I feel bad for feeling like a phony for being people's friends but never investing myself and withdrawing every vulnerable part of me from danger.
So how long can a heart be broken before it just don't snap back together anymore?