Once Upon A Time

Did you ever notice how perfect the phrase ‘once upon a time’ is?

It has that perfect rhythm that gets people sucked in to a story, it has five syllables which can even start off a haiku, and it rolls off the tongue with perfect serenity.

I’m not a linguist, or any other kind of its, but I’m pretty sure ‘once upon a time’ is probably one of the most perfect phrases in the English language.

What other phrase can start off a story so well, and depending on the inflection, give it a happy feel or a grave feel. With emphasis on just one word, this phrase can carry so much meaning. It is a pregnant phrase that I think has fallen from common use lately except in the form of a cliche, but I promise it is anything but stale.

It would be quite serendipitous if there were more stories that began with this eloquent phrase. Maybe I’ll start writing them myself if no one else will.


No, We Were Experimenting On Them!

I’m such a sissy when it comes to mice. There was a time when I trapped a mouse in a cup. I wasn’t at all afraid of it, but alas, such is life as a child.

I saw it again today, them mouse that is. I would swear it was haunting me. Once a mouse died in my basement at my childhood home, and I refused to do laundry until it was removed. That was a fun few weeks! (Jk, they removed it in a few days… Weird family.)

After the initial sighting, I cleaned almost every floor surface in my house, and wiped up all crumbs and deposited them where their existence would no longer be a burden to those who reside here. But three days later, I saw it again. Right outside my room. I may have a panic attack just thinking about it!

What I hate about mice:
They tend to overestimate their importance in the world. Just because they’re the smartest beings on earth does NOT entitle them to scurry everywhere!!!
Scurrying. Enough said.
Incessant need to chew on stuff.
Climbing everything
The fact that they don’t use a litter box
They probably have weird diseases that if mutated to humans, would kill us pretty quickly (educated guess?)
They’re really little. I’m actually fine with rats, they’re easier to catch because they’re not as smart and they are larger, but you can’t ever be sure you’ve seen a mouse out of the corner of your eye because they’re tiny and move super fast.

I told my roommate she MUST put her food in Tupperware, but she hasn’t doe it yet. I might do it for her… Or, she can be the one to find it and deal with it.

Long story short, somebody please come rescue me from the mice! I’d prefer CM, but he’s off in Europe, even though our anniversary was yesterday! The talented, wonderful, love of my life, jerk! At least we got to text each other a short message, but we’ll be celebrating later, don’t worry!

Hiding in fear of our rodential overlords

UPDATE: Bartholomew the stuffed animal cat is my only protection and solace!!

A Snip of Wisdom #7

If you wake up with a bloody nose, tilt your head forward for 15 minutes and sit down. If you tip backwards you will get blood in your stomach, and you might throw up. NOT SO PRETTY

Yoga Mind

Good morning! I woke up creative and calm this morning, a very yoga type of mood, which is good. This is my normal. I think that my cryfest last night was just what I needed, oddly enough, to get back on track.
I’m going to set some goals here for today, and if I don’t do them, whatever! They’re only guidelines 🙂
1. Clean
2. Practice
3. Cook for the party/potluck I’m going to tonight! Hooray for friends!
4. Team meeting :/ darn school
5. Write a poem or story
6. Have fun

Yeah man, peace for today, poem for tomorrow, and hope for the future. See you later!

There is Definitely a Write Way

A good nights sleep has a lot to do with restoring your sanity. Who knew?
I bought a curtain for my window two days ago, and not waking up at 5:30AM is actually really great.
When I got back home after a day of work and class, starting at 8 AM and ending at 9:30 PM, I realized I wasn’t as mentally exhausted as usual. That state of mind I was in always makes me a bit lethargic, but also feel like I have a million things to do. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a manic state, but it isn’t. It is just how I respond when I actually have a million things to do.
Today is my day to restore myself. I can always calm down when I have a me day. Usually it involves reading Jules Verne or Douglas Adams because their adventurous style and sense of humor remind me it could be worse. My brain could be powered by lemons, or I could be stuck under the earth with an impending heat wave about to engulf me, but its not! I know it’s a bit absurd to go to that drastic place, but seriously, BIG PICTURE. Even just writing myself has made me feel more at home in my mind; yesterday my roommate commented that I seem more calm and happy today. Progress!
So, here is my list of things that make notavogon feel more like myself.

1. Reading (Pretty much anything)
2. Cooking (I’m a prep cook right now by profession, but I love coming up with new recipes and spice combinations)
3. Baking (Not the same as cooking, but just as fun, and usually more delicious outcomes)
4. Yoga or other exercise (I’m not technically super in to yoga, but I do like the focus that comes with it)
5. Dancing (hip hop, all day, every day)
6. Practicing (I should really practice violin today…)
7. Meeting strangers (but always remember stranger danger)
8. Poetry (my other blog was how I usually restore my sanity, because writing down the craziness can help with my creativity and happiness, but I’ve had a bit of writers block lately which only makes it worse)
8. That’s all for now, I’m going to actually do some of these things!!

Hopefully I’ll be back with a new poem later today!

Choose Your Own Dilemma

I once spent an entire evening texting my SO prompts in a choose your own adventure/text adventure style.
It ended up that he was great knight to a slightly evil princess, who saved his life from a super evil prince.
Sometimes you have to choose the lesser of two evils I guess.
Personally, I think that life is just a little more interesting when it is peppered with a bit of mischief, so why bother being good all of the time? I’m not saying go out and loot and/or pillage your village, but if you take a walk on the wild side, its probably not going to kill you. Unless its drugs. JUST SAY NO!

Speaking of the wild side, I think I might be headed into dangerous territory at work. The restaurant business is very determined by work schedules, and j just offered myself up for more hours, which means that other people could end up with less shifts. I could really use the money, since I am but a poor student in an expensive city but I’m clearly not the only person who works because they need money. At this point I’m not sure if it is a moral or an ethical or just a plain old problem, but if no one else speaks up about meeting more hours, than am I ok? You must be verbal in the food industry, if not you will get used and abused by customers and upper (or even middle) management. I could be over thinking the issue I suppose. There are only three prep chefs in my restaurant and one to two shifts per day, so no one is in danger of starving if they lead an average folded life. I think my recent hours of standing have maybe gone to my head, and I should probably just go meditate or sleep or something.

If anything has advice or suggestions though I’ll take them into consideration, as always. Bye y’all!

A Snip of Wisdom #6

If you even suspect you have too much cilantro, you actually have way too much cilantro.

Lying: On Beds, To Yourself, and in Cleaning

For when you should be lying in bed.

I told myself to go to sleep hours ago, but my SO and I were skyping so I didn’t want to. Why an I so contrary with myself all the time? Clearly I have a cognitive dissonance. But enough psychology and self loathing.

I’ve said before how much I hate he English language, but sometimes it makes me so happy. I write poetry in English for two reasons after all (only one of the reasons is that the only other language I know is Latin) and one is because I enjoy working against the confines of language limitations. Getting your meaning out on paper (or online) is one of my favorite pastimes and I do it pretty often. Writing out normally like on this blog does not come quite as easily to me but it is very therapeutic.

So I lied not only to myself but also to you fine folks because I am not cleaning with lye, or talking about its various alkaline cleaning properties. It didn’t happen and is not likely to ever happen because bleach is my mold’s poison.

I am quite out of it as I write this, and I am not even in bed yet though I have had countless opportunities. So I should probably go now, before I say something too revealing, like the fact that my SO and I were very open in our live tonight, and tried to match each other’s declarations. Or that I only did two planks today but ate the equivalent of two packages of Twix bars…
So before all of that damning evidence, good night and good riddance.

Not Just a Pawn, but the Actual Game Board

So, the universe likes to toy with me, which is fine. I’ve accepted this as my fate.

Today after an interview for an internship, it was raining and I had no umbrella. I’m in the middle of the city wearing heels, and I have no umbrella. Thanks a lot. I finally make it out of the rains and back to class (though late) and realize I forgot the homework I was supposed to have prepared. Luckily it was not mandatory, and then class ended. I got a hot chocolate at Starbucks after that.

Here’s where it gets interesting.

The only people who say ‘no whip’ on their hot chocolate are ones who are on a diet or ones who are depriving themselves of happiness. If you disagree you are an outlier!! I asked for no whip because of a little of both, and was pleasantly surprised when the Barista gave me whipped cream anyway. I should have know better.

This was the universe’s attempt at a back handed apology. I got outside and it was raining harder, and even worse was that it got colder and I only had a blazer as a jacket. I ended up running back home, spilling hot chocolate on my computer (not damaging, just sticky) and all over myself in the process.

I only blame myself and the universe. Some days you just have to let the universe do its worst, so that you can have a better or at least only just as bad tomorrow.

Happy tax day.

That Was a Pretty Dumb Idea

Planning a fight was probably not the best thing to do for many reasons. But to ease everyone’s minds, we didn’t actually go through with it. Although we would eventually like to see how we handle disagreement, we decided that being happy is more important than instigating fights. Which should really be common knowledge guys. Just saying.
The reasons why we did not end up fighting are:
First of all, we get along really well and neither of us (at least I hope) is conceding even if we do disagree.
Second, what if I had actually gotten mad about something and not wanted to talk to him? I’d be devastated, and since we don’t live in the same state it would be all too easy to avoid him.
Third, I love him too much to want to plan to get angry at him, or even frustrated at his opinion. At the end of the day, all I want is to know he is there for me, and I am there for him. It doesn’t matter if we’re 1000 miles or 2 miles away from each other, any distance can be surpassed.

I talked with my sister about how my mom made me insecure about having a fight free relationship, and as I talked and probably bored my sister to tears I realized that I don’t have to be insecure. We’re together for a reason, its not like he would use me from 1000 miles away, I mean if he did that would be some oddly misplaced determination…
This is not to say that there haven’t been minor transgressions on both ends, but the honesty is the best part of a long distance relationship.
You can literally say anything to them and still feel comfortable. My roommate commented yesterday that my SO and I seem very comfortable with each other all the time, even in the morning before a shower. She comes from a very physically conservative household, but it reaffirmed my belief that I actually have a meaningful relationship with someone.

I don’t know where it will end up, but to quote a very overused cliche: make love not war. Especially because you should never take any moment with someone you care about for granted.

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