My 100th Post..(The Weather)

A breeze would be nice, and the lapping of the ocean, I'd even take rain... The hot humid damp air fills my shirt while sweet sweat poors slowly from my body... Not a pretty sight if you ask me. This is not your usual michigan weather. It is only found near the end of our summers, but it has been particulary warm. My cool showers in the evening before bed help, but I long for a cool night, or the rain fall. I don't care for the people who do not believe in global warming. During times like these I think they ought to put their tails between their legs claiming insantiy cuz if this isn't it baby I don't know what is.

Arcadia

Days in the life of Arcadia

Ok, so tonight I was very fustrated over the whole myspace not being available issue. I usually would not care, but now most of my friends use this sight to communicate with each other. I have been sucked right into this media. Also I wanted to make this my main page for my blogger, but could not find any information on how to! Somehow when I started a new blog for what was suppose to contain my writings and various articles it became my new main page. The truth is that my best work is created when I am just randomly thinking and typing. I usually don't say hey I think I'll write a poem today, or I"m gonna come up with this amazing quote and everyone will adore it! Nope it just somehow comes out in my freelance. So now I am at odds with myself as to how I can change this back so when someone types in my address www.coloringbooksblue.blogspot.com they will get the actual sight I want them to see. This is the site I consider the real me. The green trees rock slogan site is just a site that has a few of my articles on it. ahhh someday wish I could be a real freelance writer. I just can't write on demand. I write for me, self gratification, as well as hoping someone else gets what I have to say.
As far as my plans for the evening tonight I had settled down with Sarah Jessica Parker "Sex and the City" my replacement entertainment since my love had to work due to a co-worker's life. I also rented a few other flicks such as "The Perfect Guy" definitely a chick flick, just what I need in these urgent times. Right now my friends are sooo not around, and I can understand and except that at least they have life. Mine is ok, but consits of work, getting ready for college, yard sale before college to save a little towards a home, n maybe time with my hubby if he or should I say we can fit it in. It seems like even when I have a moment to relax I can't stop being tense or anxious about something. The fact that once you hurtle over one obstacle another one takes it's place. Man nothing witty is coming out of this mind tonight. I think it has turned it's open sign off. All I know is that I need some fuel. LOL.....

Zone it out, play it out, then break......

I hear the beat of a neighbors music n I zone out trying not to tear tear at the wall wanting to drowned it out.... Straight talk doesn't work never has when alien boys play the stero to loudly, humbles them burdening you.....

Voices speak you listen, but do not answer.....

like life the saying that is is a game and how you play it is the answer, gag me radomly with a spoon, not a spork...............

A warm blanket is sometimes better then a warm body...............

My mind is spinning, I am not thinking I am typing current things from my phases of my self.................

People can have phases, new beginnings, we can all become deludied by the lies our mother's taught us, the media, if we let them run our lives.................. I slowely blank it out all of it sometimes pretending it is not their that their existence is not the same as mine that I am special even if I am not heard my ripples are strong someone else will pass them on, no matter who one who has contacted me somehow.............. It is...

no force is more powerful then the push given by ones self..... So I kick, scream, run, to find the truth continued..................................................

This is all this is my freelance, this is my portrait for the evening..... enjoy this delicite taste, this one last meal before I run... to fill my head with dreams that I am to scard to share with myself in the day, and maybe..... just maybe..... I'll wake up... when I do..... I'll be there.

ARCADIA "My illusions"

Beating the heat, and re-locating blogs

It has been so hot here since Friday! I thought that maybe I might get the chance to go swimming this weekend since I had it off, but I could not locate my swim wear. Therefore I sat in a beautiful sitting room at my husbands parents home catching up on some reading. I finished Dan Brown's novel "Demons and Angels" which was incrediably good. I began and finished "You Don't know me" by David Klass. Then started "Family History" so as far as reading I was very productive. It was nice to feel the breeze coming off of Glen Lake, while watching the sunshine glitter over the blue water. I even had some time for a little thinking that I don't normally do. It was however also busy. Saterday I helped his mother sweep, mop, and vacum so we would be ready for the second reception on Sunday. Then we had dinner with a portion of the family who had come to visit. It was nice even my husband joined us, who had been working. Sunday went pretty Fab and I met a lot of nice people. I wish I could have stayed another evening, but I had to get back to work.
I wanted to let some of you know that I may be moving my poetry and Syliva blog to my green trees rock! blog mostly because this is the blog I try to give my creative hand. It won't be for a while if I do because i will have to hand write them onto another sheet of paper and then re-post them. It won't just let you copy and past to your next blog. It still scares me that people do steal things off the net, but really this is the only place I have to get my words noticed, not many have noticed except my friends and family....
Thanks guys...

"It's just like starting over....."-John Lennon

Ok, so now I am ready to complete my mission. I have gotton the engine started, now I just need to complete the phase to go somewhere. So what do I mean by this? A couple of days ago I kicked myself so I could jump start the finishing aspects of my education. I contacted the dreaded information for my internship. I don't have it all completed, but it is in the works starting tommorrow. I can't say since this is a public Diary where I will be working, but it will be a lot nicer then my current position. I hope that I am able to make and hold a good impression if it should all occur as planned. Why? Everyone needs a second choice if something should go astray, but I"m pretty confident that this daycare will be fine, and that I will do a good job representing myself as well as them with a positive attitude of a attentive volenteer til my mission is completed, and two long one week classes in May, and June will get me a certificate to say ADIOS to college at least briefly. I think I might be a lifer Mckinely. I know I don't need to prove anything, but I want to finish what I started a bachlors in Edu would be nice, and could they take it away from me, or is it useless? I just want to do something with all those lonesome credits floating around my head. I am considering finishing that horrid math class that I flunked, just not right away. One class, that is it, and I could transfer someday to that big university, open ended for a new beginning, am I to old for that? One Class at a time and full time work, hmmm mmm do you think I am strong enough. Still am taking a spring and summer off after that darn math class that is what I am thinking, LOL.

The Movie "Sylvia"

A few nights ago I watched an astonishing film. I like to think of myself as an intellectual who knows information on famous poets, writers that were a large influence in our world. "Sylvia" astounded me, at first I thought that maybe she was just imagining that her husband was having an affair. The reason for this was because after reading "The Bell Jar" you get the impression that she is unhappy as well as paranoid about how others percieve her. It also bothered me when the characters kept telling her how difficult it must have be to be married to a man like her husband. Looking back upon the film though I believe that the characters were reffering to the fact that was hinted earlier in the film for his liking of many young women over just one. Another may be the fact that her husband himself was a grand poet, while sylvia was still struggling to be heard over that loud voice. I am curious though if he ever thought of what would happen to their marriage if the spotlight was reversed? Was it this fear that lead him away from her into another women's arms, or was it just his hormones?
I found it disappointing and sad that only after her death she is rewarded by being genuine. Sylvia never lies to herself. When I read the excerpt after the film had ended I couldn't believe her husband waited til three weeks before he died to reveal why "Sylvia" had really gone mad. I do think Sylvia really cared for her children, and the movie really depicted her passion for her husband. I can't imagine what she thought when her husband refused to leave the other women because she was pregnant. I though you jerk, you have two little kids that need a daddy too! what about them, and their mother? This film, if it was depicted correctly was very shocking to me. It is something I would like to view again in order to get a better analyzation out of. Have you seen this film Mckinley?
Arcadia

Second Draft, I want to say Goodnight not Goodmorning

Goodmorning, I don't want to say goodnight. The days are dull drab a bore, but night even without a thing to do lures me. What I can't say, but I really want to stay awake, alive, active, nerve endings are suspended on end. I want to begin in the evening and end in the day.

I want to say Goodnight not Goodmorning!

Goodmorning, I don't want to say goodnight. The days are dull drab a bore, but night even without a thing to do lures me. What it is I can't say, but I really want to stay awake, alive, active, nerve endings are suspended on end. I want to begin in the evening and end in the day.

Final Draft: The Calm

I never thought it would feel so good to hear nothing. The silence welcomes me to clear my head of everything. It cleanses worries that once floated above the surface of my mind. Slowly letting it drift into that inbetween state of sleep, and non-sleep listening to the water hit the pavement. I breath in deeply smelling rain, something indescribable yet familar it puts me at ease. I have without a doubt reached a realm of peace.

Silent Calm...(2)

I never thought it would feel so good to hear nothing. The silence welcomes me to clear my head of everything. It cleanses my worries that once floated above the surface of my mind. Slowly letting it drift into that inbetween state of sleep and non-sleep listening to the water hit the pavement. I breath in deeply smelling rain; something indescribable yet familar it puts me at ease. I have without a doubt reached a realm of peace.


( so Mckinley which one is better?/was to scard to erase first one, decided to keep that draft.)

A Silent Calm.....

I never thought it would feel so good to hear nothing. The silence welcomes me to clear my head of everything. It cleanses worries that once floated above the surface of my mind. This way I can slowly let it drift into that inbetween state of sleep and non-sleep listening to the rain as I hear it slowly hit the pavement. I breath in deeply smelling rain, something that is undescribable yet familar it puts me at ease. I have without a doubt reached a realm of Peace.