<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:38:35.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January Nineteenth</title><subtitle type='html'>My small piece of a very big world, just my life untill I find something better to do with it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-4671998801574912151</id><published>2007-03-01T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:53:35.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes' life</title><content type='html'>Wow, work has been busy. I'm about to start school, sort of a coraspondince, but it'll grant me an edge when I move up to classes maybe next year. Motorcycle Tech. Yeah, me go figure! And though there aren't titles, by choice, I've managed to get tangled up with someone pretty special. Great Guy. Didn't think I'd ever get to say that again. Feels Good. About to get back into Therapy, something to help keep me focused, I don't want to blow my job, school or realtionships/friendships, like I'm well known for doing. I'll have more soon, just finaly starting to fall into place. I'm back, but struggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-4671998801574912151?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/4671998801574912151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=4671998801574912151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/4671998801574912151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/4671998801574912151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-life.html' title='Lifes&apos; life'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-6937634539153913625</id><published>2007-01-12T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:04:30.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't breathe</title><content type='html'>I just need to exist for a little while somehwere , where everything moves, and lives and continues, and does so with litte or no effort of my own to keep it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-6937634539153913625?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/6937634539153913625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=6937634539153913625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/6937634539153913625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/6937634539153913625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-breathe.html' title='i can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-6002518719727016780</id><published>2007-01-10T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:48:10.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I hate</title><content type='html'>Ok hate is a strong word, but being me istn't always a blasty blast, actually it rarely is, still every now and then something really incredible comes ito my world and things get interesting... Still lets not forget I'm Irish, and like an old SNL skit clearly states, though the phrase is 'Luck Of The Irish' it's so raerly defins what kind of luck, for a nation of people almost wiped out by a patatoe fameon... more times then not it's bad luck... that and like I always say those who know me as black cat, have seen my luck in just such action...&lt;br /&gt;So whats going on now??&lt;br /&gt;Well i've always been the acception that proves the rule, nothing changes by that. Finally something I actually want turns up, and I'm to grounded in my way and reasons to actually even express the fact that I'll miss it when it's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-6002518719727016780?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/6002518719727016780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=6002518719727016780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/6002518719727016780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/6002518719727016780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-hate.html' title='Sometimes I hate'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-4770240286795513790</id><published>2007-01-06T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:17:51.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry I haven't been on much, not that anyone even reads this anymore, still I use this site to link some of my Myspace friends to an more deeper me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not that I'm past december my 'shut down month' January is here and telling me to rise a shine again. And you know what that means, another Birthday, 23, and nother year to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the FL and the Jersy thing fell through, no big surprise I guess... i'm still writting like crazy whenever I can, but work is really drowning me here. In march I'm going to be sitting down with some people trying to figure things out and get some plans together, I'm looking at the career courses out in Kilgore CC, even Nursing.... Seriously for what it would have cost me a year ago to become a Medical Asst. in 8 months, just about pays for my 2 years out here and I walk away with a full RN if I'm up for the challenge... God sent me out to Henderson for a reason, I might have to take that or a similar challeng.&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty much hell right now, but I'm pulling it together, or at least looking at a starting too.  And it's 07' and odd year, I always do so much better on the odds I have a great hope for what lays ahead of me, but I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Strange, I'll never stop writting or when I have a computer working again, one of my own I mean, I'll never stop the presuit of a published career, but I want to spend these next 2 maybe 3 years helping myself, and if I can manage that much, I want to help others, be it a hospital here in east texas, or some remote part of the world where some small group of souls really need aide, I want to either Inspire, Inlighten or Help..... maybe this is the right course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-4770240286795513790?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/4770240286795513790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=4770240286795513790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/4770240286795513790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/4770240286795513790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2007/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-116318221110404337</id><published>2006-11-10T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:13:53.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to take life seriously</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually start way to many of my posts that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the democrats have taken the house(s') probably not a bad thing at all. Now I know this means a world of vetoes ahead, but honestly slowing down the workings of the presidential machine is again probably not a bad thing. I can't figure out how Rick Perry is our governor, but confusion is the price I pay for taking a backseat where politics are concerned over the past 2 years. Life is sort of once again stable, and I look at this coming year as a clean slate to get my feet wet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my life.. Can't seem to locate a school that offers the programs I'm supposedly interested in.. Could be God's way of allowing me to actually try and do something that matters with my life... Seriously all I ask is that my life meets one of the following three - 1) I Help people 2)I entertain people or 3) I inspire people. Not even asking for my life path to meet 2 out of 3, just one. I can write from anywhere in the world, it's what I do when I'm not writing that's giving me so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;My personal life where friends are concerned is a bit rocky. But I'm sure it will pull through on all ends.. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Love Life.... Non existent, by choice of course. As of this moment I'm content giggling at the fact that Shelby of &lt;a href="http://soundandfury.org/cgi-bin/snf2006.pl?../soundandfury.org/2006/home.html"&gt;Sound and Fury &lt;/a&gt;sat next to me during the show for a brief moment. &lt;em&gt;Don't knock it, until you check out his pictures, most girls would giggle too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing, due to the fact I've encountered a few road blocks in both the thriller and the comedy I'm working on, I've began work on the first draft of the second edition to my Pirate soon to be saga. And I'm actually scratching down some article ideas that I'll be submitting different places with hope over the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well you know the rest....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-116318221110404337?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/116318221110404337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=116318221110404337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116318221110404337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116318221110404337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/11/trying-to-take-life-seriously.html' title='Trying to take life seriously'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-116104041706807619</id><published>2006-10-16T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:13:37.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>____^^^_____^^^_____^^^_____^^^_____^</title><content type='html'>So I think I have just about everyone on board at my work, The theme for Halloween is Pirates. Some of us are going with a gangstar twist, some are going with a just a hat twist, me I'm going for a more traditional look. &lt;br /&gt;If everything takes place according to plan, I'll post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's site for her company the w.h.o.  - Is giving me hell. I think, not now, but god, maybe in the next month i'm might break it down and start from scratch... oy.. Or I might hand it all over to my sister. Her work is a hell of allot better then mine and talent is talent and stress is stress, stress I don't need or really want right now.  My life right now is simple, and I like that. Really not interested in changing that right  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I can stop narriating my life with my inside voice and put some ink to paper, my life will be that much more fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big plans for the first weekend of November, nothing but fun, fun and more fun. And there will be pictures from that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-116104041706807619?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/116104041706807619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=116104041706807619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116104041706807619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116104041706807619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='____^^^_____^^^_____^^^_____^^^_____^'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-116041391246213458</id><published>2006-10-09T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:11:52.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moraly henderson</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure if Henderson inspired the show Moral Oral, but I'm almost willing to bet money of the chance that it did. Something about this town, it draws you in and snaggs ya down. And all while reciting bible verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I've made some friends, and I know fun is only a short drive away on a Wedsenday night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was fun, I've just started watching Scrubs, and it was an eppisode with Brendan Fraiser, and it's the one where he's in the entire eppisode, but at the end you discover, somewhere during the eppisode he's died and during the second half it's really his ghost floating about, one only Dr. Cox, the characters best buddy and or brother (couldn't really tell) can comunicate with. Needless to say after the fact that I've already had arrived at the end of a rality warping day to begin with, that show pushed my one glass of wine into a every last drop that bottel of Massina Hoff held kind of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you would think the summers would really be the hardest time for me, but nope fall and winter are really really my downer months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange, because I feel like I'm doing alright in Henderson, but still failing at the 'Life' Thing, and even though I do not in any way understand the way my life has turned out and everything thta has happened in the corse of my 22 years soon to be 23 completed years on earth, I don't understand any of it, but I do accept it and I'm trying to work with it. Despite the fact that I am terrified of trodgue any path to far, the fear that it'll be another life cut short by something disatress. It's really no way to live, and yet it is exactly how I'm living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright if I just keep focusing in on my work and my writtings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-116041391246213458?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/116041391246213458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=116041391246213458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116041391246213458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/116041391246213458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/10/moraly-henderson.html' title='moraly henderson'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115951099352235165</id><published>2006-09-29T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:23:13.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep - I didn't even see that coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - Life is so up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I kind of think things with FL have been pushed back a bit. Not like I'm staling, because It's still so ON, but I'm going to use the time, if any that has been given me to do what I am already doing and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some rummors have been circulating my small pin prick of a world, I might ( more so now that I might be sticking around a bit longer) be getting a store of my own to run for the owners of like almost all the subways of the general area I live in.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in this job for 5 months; June, July, August, September and soon to be October, so not even a full 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;Working my ass off or not that's pretty bitchin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean given the fact that it's Henderson and y'know Subway....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writting is going well, not as well as I liked. I've taken on some masive, and I mean legendary characters, and I'm in over my head, but on my days off I'm researching to sort of help me handle, the big bite I'm attempting to chew.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, screw up or rock the furture world, my mom will like the story and that's really why I'm writing that one.&lt;br /&gt;The Pirate tales, well 2nd and 3rd story are still rolling around in my head, I'm trying to behave, not putting pen to paper untill the 1st is finally 2nd draft typed form.&lt;br /&gt;And the comedy, saveraly out of order, but once I string all the parts together correctly, the first cut should be a good one, and I'll pass that alnog to one or two others and blah blah blah, woof woof woof, if you get a copy of what I have so far for christmas, then all that time listening to me yak about it, wasn't a total waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and It's early, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/party%20on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is going to kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115951099352235165?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115951099352235165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115951099352235165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115951099352235165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115951099352235165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/09/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115877148401933984</id><published>2006-09-20T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:58:04.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>night life</title><content type='html'>Number 2... So far so good, I might even get a 4th out there. Who knows, you never can tell with my could stand to be a bit crazier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I have developed a very basic nightly retuine for my work nights.. work my ass off, come home soaking wet, get pissed that my mom has managed to keep both the dryer and washer tied up yet again, decied to either finish her work and start mine, or set my alarm two hours back so I can do mine in the morning. Trodge up the crooked stair case without hutring my self if I'm lucky. Now I either cook some mac and cheesee, or some top ramen, because if the food set aside for me is still there odds are it's a dish I don't like or it's one I love, and I was over looked in the rush (actually the funny thing is, if I'm in my room on my nights off, and she cooks dinner, she forgets me then too) Then I sit down with dinner and some drink spiked with either rum or with two sleeping aids ( I never mix) and settle in for back to back eppisodes of The Daily Show and the Colbert Report, figuring if the head line makes both shows and the chit chat at work, then it's probably true. So after I eat and I am thourghly drugged or drunk, and once again reminded why I ditched the wold of pollitics along with everything else in 'o4, I retire to my room, work on one or all 7 of my 7 porgects and crash in my bed that I never make because, There is just something so comforting in a messy bed.  Lay there awake waiting on the sand man, questioning every thing I have done with my life up untill now and wondering what's next. Say a prayer. If  I'm lucky I'll have a dream that's not a nightmare, if I'm really lucky that dream will envolve whatever hollywood hottie I'm into that week, the current two are Alan Tudyk and Adrine Brody (sp?) - can I pick'em or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my night life in a nutsheel, every now and then I'll go see a movie with friends or a show, One of these night's I'll dress up and head down to the bar scene in Longview, or to Kilgore for the bands. Most any time I have days off back to back, which is almost never I'm in Houston, seeing the tall buildings and arts that litter our streets there and I am reminded of who I really am, and I can only hope where ever I end up next I can find that there aswell.&lt;br /&gt;The plans I have set aside for May are such huge gambles, and I'll probably come up short, I'm very bad at taking risks, always seem to take the wrong ones, and in all actuallty I could do so much better staying here at least through '07 - getting my self back on track, but wheres the fun in a stable life like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to death, but not like I've been batting a thousand so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahtever tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;spiral out&lt;br /&gt;wave on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115877148401933984?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115877148401933984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115877148401933984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115877148401933984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115877148401933984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-life.html' title='night life'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115812527660928622</id><published>2006-09-13T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:15:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on ground I can't trust</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to fit in 3 posts a month... so I guess this is 1 of 3 for september!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh september how I loath thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the month with a bang, had to come into Houston and relive some of 04's less fortunate events, mostly dealing with Russell, which brings around the memories of Happy... I can pin point the last week my life made sense and that's really sad, I have pictures of the last night life was truly perfect amongst my 4 favoriet people.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but a girl shouldn't be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Hollywood Land (loved it) and Little Miss Sunshine (loved in more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I have 7, count that out, 7 projects going right now. Three novels, Two Short stories, One short Film Script, and One Full Feature Script. All Going at once and a hand full of songs I'm finessing. So I'm bussy and writting keeps me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some real good friends keeping me grounded and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have earned another promotion at SubWay, this time Night Manager, even jumped a level. It's allot to take in and and it's stress on my already buckled shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rascal Flatts' STAND seems to be one of the songs themed to my life, along side almost the entire album of Matchbox 20's Mad Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still in line to move to FL in May, and from there I have no idea, I guess where ever my work sales... god I hope it sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adjusting to Henderson, doing pretty well. Not taking to much more on then I can carry. Just trying to keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings....&lt;br /&gt;Spiral Out...&lt;br /&gt;And Wave On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(god I miss him... I miss my life... I Miss him)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115812527660928622?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115812527660928622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115812527660928622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115812527660928622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115812527660928622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/09/standing-on-ground-i-cant-trust.html' title='Standing on ground I can&apos;t trust'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115558892355972324</id><published>2006-08-14T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:55:23.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells Hard To Find</title><content type='html'>Henderson... maybe not the bible belt of texas, but deffinetly a wanna-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing the Bus Drving thing. I never wanted to, and so it means a I will have only 2 grand instead of 5 to move to FL with, so what... The sub-way job is a decent job and I don't mind it at all. Plus it keeps me focused on the more importent things in life, like my stories and learning how to write shorts and getting back to the me I love, and helping out allot more around the house. Good Stuff, Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fitting in to well, but I'm feeling better. I'm here for a reason, I think that reason is to help me learn to manage my finacise, with what little I actually have, this is good. Gives me more time to work on my internet design skills. And I don't plan to enter into any relationships, knowing they'll only end in May, I'm staying focused, I am here to learn how to focus and balance. Some spend time with monks, some land their selves in eastern moutian prison camps, I - Well I set my bags down in middle of no where east Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing alright.. It could be better, But it's not so bad, and I have allot of ideas I want to get on here and on myspace, and on paper, so I hope soon ya'll will see a big change in me, for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, and scarey as hell. And I probably wont make it, but I'm going to try, what else do I have to do with my time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115558892355972324?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115558892355972324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115558892355972324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115558892355972324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115558892355972324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/08/hells-hard-to-find.html' title='Hells Hard To Find'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115350601601049335</id><published>2006-07-21T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:20:16.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speel check is acting up, so hold in there</title><content type='html'>Ok, I did the houston trip and I've been back to the middle of nowhere for a while now, Still working at subway, it's a good mindless job, I get allot of thinking done, and I've been hired on as a bus driver here, so between the two jobs, If I do move to FL in may, I'll have  agood amount of money set aside to do so with. If my springbreak lines up with Nik's I think I'll be tagging along to FL to fill out applications and smile pretty for Disney. If you have to work for $7 and hour, might as well work in the happiest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the thinking thing, It's going good, next paycheck I'll have that computer up to speed and start on the second draft of the first novel (I know couldn't be more behind if I tried) and I have the Outline for the Second book, which I think will blow the first book away, sort of like Pirates2 blew away Pirates1, but thats just my opinion. And I have some vague ideas for the Third, so even if this isn't published, someone, maybe my kids, maybe my nephews will enjoy it... or if nothing else it keeps me free of idle time. Still it's really really good, I mean I'm at a point that I can't wait to find out what happens to the characters, that's a good sign right? I mean most writers really always remain somewhat disappointed in their own writings, I normally do.... I guess at the end of the day, I think Russell would have really enjoyed these storys, guess that and the fact that it's keeping my sanity is all that really matters... Still these kids are so cool, I hope the world thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyas I have to go get ready for work and cook diner... I'll keep up more now that i'm settled in more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out , Wave On&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115350601601049335?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115350601601049335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115350601601049335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115350601601049335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115350601601049335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/07/speel-check-is-acting-up-so-hold-in.html' title='Speel check is acting up, so hold in there'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115204230496103649</id><published>2006-07-04T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:45:05.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BRITHDAY MOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115204230496103649?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115204230496103649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115204230496103649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115204230496103649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115204230496103649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115155813615373386</id><published>2006-06-29T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:15:36.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being so far away from everything that was left in my life that felt right to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115155813615373386?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115155813615373386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115155813615373386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115155813615373386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115155813615373386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-being-so-far-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-115148411659227934</id><published>2006-06-28T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:41:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's late, I'm tired and I hate it here</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the move *shivers* went well, and by well I mean we all didn't crash a die on the drive up here, almost, but no such luck. Though the computer did, and that's why I haven't been able to get online, because yes the computer died, and my other two computers, well one is still partly locked away in storage back in houston and the other, turns out no one on earth can work with or on Mac's. A universal computer mind you, but no one seems to know anything about them. Seriously the guys at the computer store were looking at my lap top like I just handed them a sega master system.  And no my G3 power book is no where near as old as some of the junk they had laying around. Needless to say I gently took my laptop away from them and have decided to hold off on getting it set up untill next october when I will be frequently in and out of Houston, you know that place where they have shops that specialize in Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even the half of it - oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here like what, 3 weeks almost, and it becoming more and more evident to me that any chance I had at fitting in here went right out the gurham window when I went out on a friday night in my wrap pants..... I swear with the looks I was getting from this fashionably challeneged town, I'm surprised I'm not being burned as we speak. Of course that's just first imprestions, I haven't actually been inspired to try again. At least not with out my brother and his friend there to protect me from the riots. That is if there was enough people to properly riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wotrking at sub-way *shivers* Just until I can find a real job.  Hopefully that will be a job that just has the peskey intial drug test to worry with.  I'm not a user, but I don't want to have to worry about how much fun I can have on saturday all because of the work place I have to return to on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the 6th of july I'll be returning to Houston for a long weekend, I have to be in town for Pirates and the first offical gathering of the little 'cult' I've been working on. Hopefully I'll recouperate enough that I can actually bring my self to return to this East Texas world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just till may or untill the rally against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know honestly, a little physcial fun could make this situation a hell of allot more barable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint had nothin twixt my nethers that wernt run on batteries for nearly a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Kaylee evnetually bagged simon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres my simon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-115148411659227934?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/115148411659227934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=115148411659227934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115148411659227934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/115148411659227934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-late-im-tired-and-i-hate-it-here.html' title='It&apos;s late, I&apos;m tired and I hate it here'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114905446002589744</id><published>2006-05-31T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:47:40.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And you think the Dan Brown pissed ya offf?</title><content type='html'>Ever get that feeling deep inside, that your about to unleash a masive cult on an unexpecting world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be just me then, oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, seriously all joking aside, my friends and I may have just struck creative gold, I mean we really got a good one here. And we'll be using this summer to iron out all the kinks and make it into a smooth running ring of religious bull shit. &lt;br /&gt;And though I don't know what all the details are, or when or how this will take place I can asure you there will be stickers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of stickers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have to have something to do inbetween working, writing and of course watching Pirates 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's creative and a challenge, something keep my nice and sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114905446002589744?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114905446002589744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114905446002589744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114905446002589744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114905446002589744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-you-think-dan-brown-pissed-ya-offf.html' title='And you think the Dan Brown pissed ya offf?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114884039478556714</id><published>2006-05-28T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:19:54.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>X3</title><content type='html'>Oh and by the way, as far as X-Men 3... The movie I waited like what, 5 hours for in line... the movie I have been waiting to see since I heard Ben Foster was playing Angel, the movie I have wanted to see since I saw him, as Angel in the top left hand corner of all the posters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to talk about it, check back on that subject in a few months or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs heavy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 5 or 6 months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114884039478556714?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114884039478556714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114884039478556714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114884039478556714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114884039478556714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/x3.html' title='X3'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114884013467799000</id><published>2006-05-28T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:15:34.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I have seen the movie twice.. and read the book once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun I have even scanned through some of the 'response' books if you will, one in particular being... "A quest For Answers - The Da Vinci Code" by Josh McDowell.... haven't heard of it? Well I'm sure you can stop by almost any local church and they'll probably be more then happy to point you in it's direction. The purpose of this lil' book is to help separate the facts of the Da Vinci Code, from the fiction... Personally I think the book it's self handles that well enough, more so if you buy one of the hard back version with all the lovely little notes, but hey as humans we love a good deal, so for most of us if we own a copy of the Da Vinci code, it's probably the $5 paperback copy... but moving on... If the churches and Christian leaders want to publish these little books to help inform the masses, more power to them, I see no real hard in the concept... what I do find to be just a little off with these pass around tell alls, are the fact that like the one stated above, most are presenting their points in a fictional format!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but this is really starting to give me a headache! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I agree with the ideas that are being tossed about in the controversy, but I will say for the most part I can go way, way out on that tiny limb and understand where exactly every one is coming from on the mater. Personally, if I were to be offended by any of it, I would find the book a bit more offensive then the movie, I mean I have to say, Ron Howard and his crew covered their asses well. Honestly at the end of it all, when push comes to shove on this argument, I think no one is going to get anywhere any time soon until we pull out of the Fiction Formats and take a walk of the wild sides of Fact and History. - I think it could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what happens when a book &amp;amp; movie are made about the lesser known grail legend, involving John The Baptist head, morbid, maccob, yet intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, the cinematogrophy is excellent, 2 thumbs way way up! Sophie isn't a red head, hell the only red head in the movie is Marry and that it's self is still only in the painting, and I hate to say it, but for the first time since.. well possibly the first time ever I actually find Tom Hanks attractive, though I credit most of the attraction too the smooth lighting, subtle shadows and of course the character of Robert Langdon is practically a dream guy in my book, but hey I'm one strange cat at the end of the day. . . still meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114884013467799000?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114884013467799000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114884013467799000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114884013467799000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114884013467799000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-i-have-seen-movie-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114801073052818831</id><published>2006-05-18T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:57:25.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is really starting to piss me off</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm going to see the DaVinci Code tomorrow, so I guess this might become a two parter, I hope nothing of what I am about to do/say is too stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am a Christian, and somewhere between the Passion of The Christ and I guess the start of this book becoming a movie, I kind of feel I'm making the transition to becoming a more defined sort of person/soul by trying out the life and ideals of the Nostics, it really fits the person I've always been when it comes my personal faith and belief's. But anyways, back to the as why, is really because Christians, and there teachers or leaders or front men so to speak are pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, is you can know the bible from cover to cover and it'll mean the world to you and to your god and that's about it. More so in today's society. In the world to day it seems facts and history mean more then anything else any more, so unless your a archeologist, Astronomer, or explorer or whatever who's devoting their lives and careers to the search of truth and justification, the least you could do is learn the history of the book it's self. Honestly in my own beliefs, I feel the Bible is all that really is to be concerned with, everything from how to win a battle, to how to secure a spot for yourself eternally is with in it's pages - It's a pretty nifty study guide, but I in no way believe it's in tact, hell history, and what the world has uncovered over the past 50 years or more has proven that. So instead of having theses long drawn out sermians on what is so wrong with the DaVinci Code and the ideals it places before the world ( keep in mind it's fiction, if it helps you sleep at night) maybe that energy would be better served in lessons of The Bibles origins, if your willing to take the bible as this magical booked dropped upon the earth, then honestly your no better then the Roman Catholics of old. In which case why bother with a Protestant church to begin with ?&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, if you are so shallow in your beliefs that the idea that Jesus was married and spawned children, is enough to send your life into a frenzy, then this book or any other should be the least of your worries. And if you still cling to the idea that Marry Magdalene was a whore, then you might want to add some refresher bible courses along with some history courses to your list of things to do this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave your free will and fredom of mind, try not to insult God, by making a total waist of such a fine gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114801073052818831?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114801073052818831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114801073052818831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114801073052818831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114801073052818831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-really-starting-to-piss-me.html' title='The world is really starting to piss me off'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114783183725703559</id><published>2006-05-16T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:10:37.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Refer to my last post as to why I haven't been around. I thought things would get easier, silliest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they will grow easier after the move... If I play my cards right... gotta tell ya, I am such a bad gambler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the best way to get a hold of me, yes I'm a sell out.... is on my space, my e-mail is &lt;a href="mailto:Sterben_84@hotmail.com"&gt;Sterben_84@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and my handle on my space ( I think) is PhirePhyler.. I don't know, I feel like an alien, kind of like it, keeps me real. Don't get me wrong, I'm still keeping this up here... actually This tiny corner of the infinite universe should get more interesting. If My Space serves me socially, this can become an out let for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to post a few thoughts I have on the Religious worlds current position and the truly Dumbasses that some of our top religious leaders are making of themselves... and if there's time some rants on the Future of the US's political powers... so get ready to find out where and how well I'm acquainted with the world around me, try not to point and laugh to hard, after all I'm only just now finally getting back in the game - once I warm up, things should get interesting, if not down right entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill then: this is me giving in and doing what I can with what I am handed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114783183725703559?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114783183725703559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114783183725703559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114783183725703559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114783183725703559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/refer-to-my-last-post-as-to-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114694528829735499</id><published>2006-05-06T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:54:48.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is why I haven't been online much: I'm beginning to think my sister has planed her daily routine just to piss me off, online all day, sleeps mostly when I'm at work or when I am asleep myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT There's more: We sold the house, and bought a house... it's in Henderson which sucks, but it's on 3 freakin acres, and is covered in fruit trees almost enough to call it an orchard, and I think my uncle is going to start a nursery out there, so his grape vines will have time to grow into lean mean wine making machines while he waits to buy his own property eastwardway. Which means when I wake up in my own room, and after spending hours in my private study, I can stroll through my own personal door out on to the family deck to watch the sun set over the land, over the trees, over the baby vineyard, over the pond, located on the neighbor's property, and then gaze up at the stars while sipping wine or my cosmopolitan while pondering the mysteries of the universe.... Wait did I mention I have my own Study! My own room to create, it's something I have wanted since I first put the pen to paper... it's a trade off, see I move out to the middle of no-where and I in return get my study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN MORE: I saw the movie BENCHWARMERS... but as good as the movie was, and believe me it was, the extended preview for X-Men 3 was even better... So for all my complaints about there being no Gambit and for all my issues with the character relations being as they were is the first two movies being yanked through a meat grinder, all that is forgotten and forgiven, because I applaud the writers and the man or woman who pulled the cast together (accept for Kitty Pryde's actor, what were you thinking?!?) because if that trailor was anything like the movie, it shows that these writers know or know of the stories that have littered their way over the X-Men universe! Some like the inspiration for the movies Phoenix are huge story lines that are still being referenced and bought up like crazy, others are more illusive and harder to pin point and should have probably been forgotten, but hey they are there! And it's better for the movie to be about the crap the comics came up with then whatever the director has pulled out the almost blue sky.... hell in the end, who am I kidding, It's Hough Jackman and Ben Foster (of who I am a long, long long time... I'm talking Fast Forward fan of) together on one giant screen... hell it's Ben Foster on screen in an X-Men movie, I could just faint right here... now if Jewell could just get work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less then a month left in katy, and though my trips back to Houston will be frequent ( I mean have you seen all the movies coming out this year??) My time left seems so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I'll work on the back ground color more next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114694528829735499?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114694528829735499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114694528829735499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114694528829735499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114694528829735499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114636862833294886</id><published>2006-04-29T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:43:48.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why aren't ya'll listening?</title><content type='html'>Take my love. &lt;br /&gt;Take my land.&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I cannot stand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm still free.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out to the black.&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em I ain't comin' back.&lt;br /&gt;Burn the land And boil the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no place I can be since I found Serenity.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joss Whedon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114636862833294886?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imdb.com/title/tt0303461/' title='Why aren&apos;t ya&apos;ll listening?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114636862833294886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114636862833294886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114636862833294886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114636862833294886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-arent-yall-listening.html' title='Why aren&apos;t ya&apos;ll listening?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114593202505102328</id><published>2006-04-24T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:27:05.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>btw</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to straighten out this page..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may patience be with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114593202505102328?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114593102756587950</id><published>2006-04-24T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:18:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you can't be with the one you love, honey.."</title><content type='html'>(every body!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH! Love the one you're with"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great sentiment, if the one you're with knows you exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have taken my advice and gone out and at least rented Serenity and given it a spin in the dvd player, or your favorite gaming station not owned by Nintendo, then your probably familiar with Kaylee and Simon.. unless your just like Simon in which case your probably still so busy multitasking and maybe not even past the title of the post. ( &lt;em&gt;and in which case, more so if you evern remotely resemble Simon.. or Malcolm.. or Walsh.. hell I'll even settle for Jayne right now, e-mail me and end this misery.. lol&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But moving on... I can't say I relate the most to Kaylee, not sure who I relate most with, but I do know I feel for the girl, I know I've been in her shoes before, somewhat currently in and possibly will be again, despite the outcome of my current situation. And I know in the end she gets her guy and I know in the end, I and all the other women in the world like me will get a.. not necessarily the guy, but a guy who in the end is probably better for them after all. Though this in no way is me saying settle for what's their, by all means have standards, I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hang in there and guys ( and in some cases the role can reveres, I feel for you men out there too) wake up and smell the coffee, because even if she's not waiting for you, someone else is, so find her or go for broke, and take a chance on the most beautiful girl next to you.. could make your day and her's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114593102756587950?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114593102756587950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114593102756587950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114593102756587950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114593102756587950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-cant-be-with-one-you-love-honey.html' title='&quot;If you can&apos;t be with the one you love, honey..&quot;'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114582726720041958</id><published>2006-04-23T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:33:38.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one hangover and a hero later...</title><content type='html'>I spend yesterday - Saturday - recovering from what wa a relatively mild hangover considering the alcohol consumption from the night before. And I spent it with friends, Good Friends.. Nik, Batman and A. I even managed to squeeze in another 2 episodes of FireFly... which by the way Joss Whedon is my new hero..&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few years I take on a new... well idol isn't the right word for it, but close enough... it used to be Warren Ellis.... and now it's quickly becoming Whedon... well at least with Firefly, can't really say I'm a fan of much anything else he's done... like Warren Ellis who gave me hope for the future of Comic Books and the future I could one day have in said genera... Whedon gives me hope as a writer in general. More so as a Character writer, which when you really get down to the heart of who I am and what my strong points are as a writer, that would be it. The down side is now revisiting that story line I gave my life to in high school, refining. But with the help of Nik, I'm at least looking at it with the highlight of an actor's perspective, so at least the characters are being polished up instead of fully revamped, which is usually the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love having the friends that I have, like take yesterday for example... I sit down with Nik, A, and Batman... ok so first off, when Batman watches something, (at least I hope this is whats actually happening) as a tech he's going to watch it from a more mechanical perspective... Nik, an Actor, well you can guess her perspective... me a writer, well duh a writing perspective... and A, well she's what you can call an informed Viewer, she's not a stupid couch slum, slave to the TV forever and eternity, she enjoys tv when she dose stop and sit down to watch certain shows, she's observant and watched the full picture and takes a bit from each aspect.. If Matty were around we'd have the Director/Producer/graphics... but in my world that would be the perfect world.. at least given the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when it's all said and done I can leave you with two bit of some decent advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) it's amazing what you learn when you listen..&lt;br /&gt;2) Go buy Firefly.. you be glad you did....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114582726720041958?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114582726720041958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114582726720041958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114582726720041958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114582726720041958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-hangover-and-hero-later.html' title='one hangover and a hero later...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114566771745817362</id><published>2006-04-21T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:46:12.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks all around</title><content type='html'>I passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now eligible to make almost $10 an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feels decent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114566771745817362?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114566771745817362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114566771745817362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114566771745817362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114566771745817362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/drinks-all-around.html' title='Drinks all around'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114549057293701191</id><published>2006-04-19T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:49:32.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough*</title><content type='html'>Sick again.. something new this time, same symptoms, but different order - gotta keep things interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my drivers test this Friday... *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a real offer on the house... so if it pulls through I guess I'll be living else where, at least during the summer, can't afford my own place until fall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just saw the new Astros Monopoly.. 44 Roy O' is one of the Boardwalk blues... yeah I know I'm a little shocked too, I didn't even think he'd make the reds' good to know there are other fans like me and more devoted out there. So yeah - obviously I'll be buying that next pay check... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114549057293701191?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114549057293701191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114549057293701191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114549057293701191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114549057293701191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/cough.html' title='*cough*'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114507433388870065</id><published>2006-04-14T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:12:13.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>light up</title><content type='html'>So I went to see Thankyou For Smoking... money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Eckhart is wonderful as always... along with an equally stunning cast, not at all brought down by Katie's performance... Amazing I know, she usually destroys everything she signs on too. Aaron is also among what seems to be an ok cast for the Black Dahila movie. A personal fave of mine. I have the doll and everything. Plus I saw the trailer for the new Duchovny, good to know he's working seriously again, not that I didn't love love love House Of D. Trust The Man looks interesting and somewhat humorous. And as most of my oldest friends know Mr. Duchovny is among my top 100's list of Hollywood Hotties, holding a special place in my memories as one of my first movie star crushes... the rest of the girls may have had Dawson or whatever Creek hanging on they're walls, but oh no not me, for me it was all about the Fox.. fox mulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say about the movie I saw today is simply that it doesn't disappoint, not a single place in the movie drops from it's advertised glory.. it delivers exactly what it promised too.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanted to go see it and weren't sure, then wait no more, flee to your local moving picture plaza and take a seat, you wont be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114507433388870065?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114507433388870065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114507433388870065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114507433388870065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114507433388870065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/light-up.html' title='light up'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114490079439917402</id><published>2006-04-12T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:59:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling better....&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching SERENITY, after already somewhat familiarizing myself with FIRE FLY.... it's scary how much of my own style I see in both show and film, leaving me to only hope there is still room in that world for one more... On the other side of thought, I realize my friends feel no need to shelter me from anything... not Brother Bear and not Serentity. ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well INXS' SWITCH is getting me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving a bus... Yeah I know! Go Figure... and as long as it's not in reverse I'm actually pretty good... I KNOW! WHO'D OF THOUGHT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's ok, I would have lost that bet too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Titus last Saturday did not disappoint, all new bit and he said some things that I had been saying for well over a year or two now... and not all of it was obvious... which I know doesn't mean I'm not crazy, but it does mean I'm not alone.. so yay me. Though I understand what all he is saying when he says it and such, but because I'm not where he is in his life, like I'm not married, no kids yet, and neither of my parents have killed themselves or anyone else, but have come close once or twice, I can understand and laugh along, but not relate as much as I have to his earlier stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But y'know what???&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I'm as equally blessed enough so I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of a peek at my soul is all ya'll get for now, Going to sign off here before I really show a venerable side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings... Spiral Out...&lt;br /&gt;....Wave On....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114490079439917402?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114490079439917402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114490079439917402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114490079439917402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114490079439917402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-feeling-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114436279753181783</id><published>2006-04-06T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:33:17.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick For So Long</title><content type='html'>Oh, I have been so sick, and I'm still gradually getting better. And on top of that my sister has actually managed to keep the same sleeping schedule I have... except she heads to be before I do and I have to break my sleep for about 3 hours to take care of my morning shift. So needless to say she's on almost the entire time I'm awake. Never the less I'm thinking that Thursdays are going to be my official "catch up online" days... mostly because all my friends are busy and nothings on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So news.. news.. news... Well I did get my permit finally, now the scary actual bus driving begins.. Monday - can you imagine me in the drivers seat of a 30 foot long yellow bus. I know I'm having a hard time with it already, but if I want to GROW UP, I gotta start somewhere, and a decent paying job is usually a good start.&lt;br /&gt;And that's another thing I saw the movie "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0427229/"&gt;FAILURE TO LAUNCH&lt;/a&gt;" and sadly Nik and I and even though A wasn't around - we could relate to the 3 single guys still living at home - And believe it or not I don't relate to McConaughey's character - I actually relate to Bartha's character more. and Nik to the Nature Boy of the movie. And of course as funny as the movie was, it still left us wondering, thinking surely we wont all be still living under our parents roof, physically or proverbial at 35! I mean at least one of us has to make it out alive and with a decent social life in tact.... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, I'm going to see Christopher Titus Saturday night with Nik, A and 'Batman' as he now refers to himself as. Nik, Batman and I are just big fans and I think it will be a nice way to show A that things in life could be allot worse, but with the subtle humor that keeps things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that I just purchased a lap top, sure it needs some tweaking, but it'll be perfect by the time I sit down and start on that 2nd draft of my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still looking into fully revamping this site and such, after I can balance out my sleep cycle a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114436279753181783?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114436279753181783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114436279753181783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114436279753181783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114436279753181783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-sick-for-so-long.html' title='So Sick For So Long'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114244346048805160</id><published>2006-03-15T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:24:20.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm looking into different - I guess web hosting options... that might be the word for it. And I'm finding some that I really like, and really just trying to see what's out there in the add free sort of feel... y'know? I wouldn't mind having to share some space with advertisement, if I could at least pick what is advertised or in what way it's handled... I mean that's not an entirely stupid idea... I mean think about it, if your site handles mostly political views, is it really a good waste of space if the advertisements are for Psychic Readings? Or if your web site is about gaming, is a Book Club really the best pop up to have.... or how about if your web site is all about 2nd or 3rd generation Home Schooling, from an active point of view, would a streaming 'Locate your old classmates' really fit the mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think so.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey what do I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll find one, Eventually. And from there I'll try and start building something that allows me to vent while also leaving me with the feeling that it's not a bunch of words and time wasted.. y'know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, even if I am the only one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114244346048805160?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114244346048805160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114244346048805160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114244346048805160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114244346048805160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-im-looking-into-different-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114235460990770677</id><published>2006-03-14T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:43:29.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whats in a character</title><content type='html'>Ok, so for the first time since I don't know when I actually have something to blog about, and I might be getting back to actually trying to make a web site about me, but more importantly about the life it is that I inhabit, seriously. I mean - think about it - Confessions of a wannabe writer.... life as the daughter of a paranormal investigator (lots of possibility, I mean the chat around the head stones about last weeks episode of House is better then nothing) .... How bad do I want it, How bad do I need it, how much am I willing to do to get it... and by the way, What is IT exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for starters, I guess I begin now... This damn book has shaghi'd my every thought! And it sucks, because the first draft is done, I still have at least another month of break time to go before I can begin draft #2, and I'm so torn on which direction to take it. Do I go with a more technical feel as found in a wonderful and key inspiration, Treasure Island, or do I go with a more whimsical move, much like Peter Pan or other more child like stories. And the world is in love with orphans so I should have nothing to worry about right? Wrong, in case no one else has noticed, when was the last time we see a story where the parents and the kids actually have love lost between them. How historically accurate should I be? And is that our history, meaning the Real world, or is it the Fictional world,with it's own history . I mean after all Hook is the only man the Sea Cook feared, and since the Sea Cook is the only man Flint feared, it's to say Flint feared Hook as well...... OY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside... The characters are writing themselves now. Always a sign your on the right course. The cabin boy is becoming far more angry with each thought, but with reason this time, his character is even developing other characters in relation to him, such as his Father ( who is dead in the book, but that's the best sign of all, when you dead characters even develop themselves) unfortunately the girl is still a bit of a mess.... no different then when it all began.. but at least she has a name and I have a clear view of what she looks like. And the fish out of water him self, my Texan.... I relate to him ever so much, and though he hasn't changed to much, but I do still seek shelter in writing his narratives - for they are still the most familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I guess I really wont have a clear view on the progression of the entire crew until I sit and begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go sit and pretend I'm not thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114235460990770677?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114235460990770677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114235460990770677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114235460990770677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114235460990770677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-in-character.html' title='whats in a character'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114209489202159817</id><published>2006-03-11T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:34:52.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Remember That Your Standing on a Planet..."</title><content type='html'>The days that make up the weeks in my life are pretty cut and paste with maybe a mad lib thrown in or two, but for the most part what happens on Monday will be very much like Tuesday and you might think this is a sign of a boring life, but it's quite the contrary - take last Thursday for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am : Wake up, realize my air mattress I sleep on has sprung a leak, take a shower, reluctantly eat another sandwich, same as it ever was. Sit down for about 25 minutes of music videos on VH1's jump start. Sitting and watching, and developing another category of music interest - music I like only if I can watch it from my couch. This category includes Black Eyed Peas, and almost anyone VH1 titles 'you ought know'. Along with many many others, some may move up to my 'anywhere any time' group, but most wont. Honestly I watch with the simple hope to see anything INXS will put together, because you know their new front man will be shirtless through most of it, and of course the Goo Goo Dolls, because that's the kind of music that gets you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am : Drag myself into my place of work, sit at a table in the lounge area for an hour, mostly reading or writing, until 7:00 rolls around and my route begins. (you would think if your route begins at 7, you could come in at 7, but they insist I'm there at 6, just incase, but not on the clock... sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am : Off the bus, soon at home, soon faced with the question of weather or not to go in this afternoon like the perfect employee or call in so I can ensure my sister and I wont miss a moment of the Rodeo we were to attend that night, her first semi concert - Maroon 5 - so you can understand the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am : Call in, tell them somethings come up I wont be able to make it back into town by 1:45, so that's done and the next few hours consist of washing, and ironing and styling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm: As I'm sitting and talking with my mother, the fish tak, the 33 gallon, filled with semi pricey fish, fish tank that sits ontop of a stand that sits on our brand new carpet springs a leak, a little leak, that because it's a seam leak, can turn into a big leak. So while my mother holds it together, trying to keep it a small leak, I lay down towels, wake my bother, and the two of us scramble to get the fish out, get the plants out, the snails and frogs out and all 33 gallons of water out, the bulk of which is done with big plastic bowls, the last half gallon sucked out by shopvac. My mom and brother then have to go to our storage space a mile or two away, retrieve our smaller back up tank, bring it back, clean it up, set it up, while I wake my sister up to get ready and my brother runs to Taco bell for food. But lets not forget in the middle of all this our two indoor kittens escape through a window that was left open during the mess, and though pretty poesy is safe in our ront yard, by kitten Bucky, so named from Get Fuzzy is 4 houses down and still going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 : We all get into the car and drop my brother off at his place of work, and my sister and I at the metro park and ride at Delmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm: and $100 dollars later, $75 went straight to the cost of Tshirts. My sister and I take our seats, which were rather good seats. She wanted to get to her seat as fast as possible, not wanting to miss a moment. So here is where lack of communication and foresight take their toll. My sister loves, I mean loves cows! So needless to say the Cafe roping, the Cafe scramble, and anything that involves Cowboys and Cows (excluding the bull ridding) has my sister angry and on the edge of tears, but she refuses to leave afraid we wont be back in time for Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm: (I think it was 9) Maroon 5 takes the stage... Little known fact about my time with Russell, with the exception of our first date, any time we were together in his apartment, Maroon 5's one and only cd, songs about jane would be playing. I mean the entire time we were alone at his place... So naturally there were songs that came up in the show that I haven't heard since I was last physically with Russell... so yeah there were tears. One of the only things that kept me grounded emotionally was Adam.. the front man... Adam's voice, his speaking voice, it wasn't at all like Lisel and I had expected, so that was a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am : Finally home after a crazy Bus ride back, a readied lunch turned dinner, and I lay myself down on my patched up air mattress falling asleep only to wake up again 4 hours and 50 minutes later by my alarm clock, sunken again on a deflated mattress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114209489202159817?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114209489202159817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114209489202159817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114209489202159817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114209489202159817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-remember-that-your-standing-on.html' title='&quot;Just Remember That Your Standing on a Planet...&quot;'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-114091709078236339</id><published>2006-02-25T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:24:50.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have allot of people I could consider a friend, simply because I think they are cool, I can carry on a decent conversation with and don't avoid like the plague. But I'm sure like every one else, I have many, many levels when details beyond the above are added in. Now, and the very center, you find a layer that involves the friends I have that I'm actively interacting with, there are 4, a total of 5 if you count us as a group... so looking at us as a group, you'll find that only 1 of us still has a car that's not on the edge of being declared totaled. And it's not me. Out off the 4 of us with damaged cars, the pearl.. mine.... is the only one that can still be roughly driven, but if you let go of the steering wheel, it's automatically do a U turn, so understandably, we don't drive it. These 4 accidents have all occurred with in 3 months of each other, one last Thursday. I have not spent this much time on the phone since I was 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that a series of strange events, added with the already building up emotional and work related stress caused an emotional break down at the local DPS office.. I at least made it to my jeep before the rush of tears hit, but I wont bore you with the details, lets just say, Tuesday sucked. But I did pass another test, making 3 out of 6 and I'm going to try at the other 3 Monday on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am happy to report that I have finished the first draft to my Pirate Boys novel... some people have asked to have a look see, but considering the fact that it's riddled with notes and the characters don't even have proper names until the 8th chapter, I've had to decline the requests. But no worries, for I am taking the next two to three months to do some research on everything from Ships and Knots, to Horses, History and How other writers have mastered the art of story telling in narrative... in other words I'm not touching a Harry Potter book with a 10 foot poll... love the movies, but not a good source for influence, to current if you ask me. Yep, I'm drowning my self with the classics. So after my short break is over, I'll set forth working on the second, ready to read (test form) draft. Which wont take me near as long as the first. I mean my life sucks, but unlike in 2004 I have far less to occupie my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that I'm off to find a speed daiting event in houston... this ought to be rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-114091709078236339?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/114091709078236339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=114091709078236339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114091709078236339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/114091709078236339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-allot-of-people-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113998055180472672</id><published>2006-02-14T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:32:52.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy People - Think Before You Act or ask</title><content type='html'>Happy depression and self pity day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've passed two of the six tests, just that much closer to becoming a bus driver... ehhh could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier this week I found myself in an Hour - in - a- half long battle to talk my friend off a proverbial ledge of doubt, after she was asked to help bake an happy VD cake for her other friends sweetie, sending that friend into a down ward spiral of questioning self worth and purpose. I've been there... Personally I feel this day is just another chance to condition children further for a society that will eventually let them down, unless their lucky, and in which case fate will surely pick up the slack... that and to further condemn the single and uninvolved.... sucks. All I can say is ' couple's - have you no mercy?' No worries of course, pay back is coming in the form of Mardi Gras, St. Patricks day and of course, Spring Break, and an entire summer of 'Wish You Were Heres'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Pearl' was in an accident today... my parents were driving, and it was the other persons fault, but from what it sounds the damage is pretty bad, and the truck is only worth like 2 or 3 thousand, and God for bid if the damage is above that or close to that, new used car for me, which if it was any truck but the 'pearl' I'd be pretty happy.. but I'm jumping ahead of myself. But with the week I've been having, anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filed my taxes, or actually had someone else I trust file them, and looks like I'll be getting enough back to get my lap top (not new) and with hope my Ipod. Still fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that, given the effect that this day can have on single girls, more so my friend Nik and I - I am trying to set up some St. Patrick's day plans together, going real well, just have to settle on a bar or two to maybe complete it all... so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess All that's left are the 'Cheers' all around then eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113998055180472672?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113998055180472672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113998055180472672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113998055180472672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113998055180472672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-people-think-before-you-act-or.html' title='Happy People - Think Before You Act or ask'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113944456273085144</id><published>2006-02-08T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:22:42.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine passed away today, sure he was 72 and with the cancer and chest troubles it wasn't too much of a shocker, but I miss him and I hate my self for not taking time to actually say hi to him this morning on my way to my bus, instead I just waved all half assed and in a hurry. He was a good friend, always checking my hand for an engagement ring, always trying to find some break in the Houston art scene for me, see his Daughter was a art student and now is very active in the art world, and I guess he saw the same kind of promise in me, was kind of like one of those uncles you have that really isn't your uncle but might as well be? He was like one of the only three people at my current place of work I actually enjoyed talking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of that I know I should be studying to pass the damn test I have to take of Friday, I might still, I'm just really not in the mood. As far as the book goes, well I'm on the last chapter... I know point A, I know point B, not really sure how to get from one point to the other... Just a matter of how much of a realistic feel I insitst this story have...&lt;br /&gt;In other news I screwed around with fate a bit, and kind of got a bad reaction. If nothing else this might be just what it takes to boot some of the cosmos in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113944456273085144?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113944456273085144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113944456273085144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113944456273085144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113944456273085144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/02/friend-of-mine-passed-away-today-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113862736453547138</id><published>2006-01-30T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:10:48.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last weeks rant (forgot to to post)</title><content type='html'>Everything is eventual, even the body of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is eventual, even the publishing of my first book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is eventual, even my little house one day, with my name on the little deed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is eventual, even the perfect guy for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I've learned during the drunken and hungover haze of my weekend, is that it's not that there are no perfect guys left in the world, but rather that there are no real happy endings. Even fairytale princesses don't always live ever after, the way normal society depicts we should. Case in point, the Macy's parade, either the Christmas or thanksgiving one, I gotta tell you I don't really recall which, but what I do recall is the Disney float that went by on my TV screen, filled with all the wonderful Disney characters in their perfect little worlds... All the princess with their princes by their side, each with one or two kids running about their feet, well almost all of them, for low ad behold before my very eyes, one happy fairy tale couple seemed with out the joys of off spring; Sleeping Beauty, also known as Aurora and Briar Rose, and her handsome Phillip - The princess I - well I don't know if I identify with her the most, or just evny her the most - but the princess who's doll sits on my dresser stood there waving to the crowd, barren for all the world to see. And don't give me that argument that it's just because she never got a sequel, I don't recall Jasmine and Aladdin ever having a rug rat about in their 3 films. But now I'm getting away from my point, my point is no great love story ever started out perfectly, not even in the lands of lore... so why should the ever after ever be expected to be anything but unexpected? And as far as perfect guys go, perfection on this earth is in the eye of the realistic beholder, heaven knows the perfect man for me has ever been anything but perfect! ( so what have we learned so far, the perfect man and the term Happily Ever After are just poor choices for titles, for the things and areas and spands of time in our life that are unavoidable, but completely 'live through able')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert description of Perfect Guy..... maybe later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of all I'm really looking for in life, where the perfect man is concerned is someone, who I can actually see my self surviving the roller coaster of emotional exhilaration and downers also known as life, also know as Happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113862736453547138?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113862736453547138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113862736453547138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113862736453547138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113862736453547138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-weeks-rant-forgot-to-to-post.html' title='last weeks rant (forgot to to post)'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113840430587025218</id><published>2006-01-27T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:25:05.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so now that my life is back to some order, I intend to At Least set aside an hour or so a week to keep this up. Of course with one of the reasons I started this blog, was so that in one way or the other I got a sufficient amount of writing done every week, but given recent events, I've been catching up with writing my stories. Mainly the pirate one. As it stands I'm probably going to have it finished by early march and then all the fun research and fact checking begins. I'm also working on earning my CDL, There is 6 test that you have to take to get your permit, most people take them one at a time, but my mom who used to be a bus driver, who is helping me to prepare, thinks that is just a big waste of gas, so I'm being forced to learn all twelve chapters that are relevant in the manual - until I know it like the back of my hand before even approaching the idea of taking the first test.... long story short, I was always one of those kids growing up with those light reddish patches of skin shaped like bandaids - from the get it over with and all at once attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting it over with, I should offline and figure out what to do with the weekend before me. If any of ya'll are out and about the Katy way, give me a ring and make it that much easier. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113840430587025218?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113840430587025218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113840430587025218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113840430587025218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113840430587025218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-so-now-that-my-life-is-back-to-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113780496416901146</id><published>2006-01-20T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:56:04.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alive.....&lt;br /&gt;and I'm 22....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been around, my Sister has discovered the internet, and mixing that with her love for all things anime and all things gothic, needless to say we've been running maintence like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I've been busy, busy, busy! I am two chapters away from having the first draft of my pirate story for kids and young adults completed.... yeah I never thought I'd see the day either.... Plus I'm busy trying to learn the interworkings to being a bus driver, so I can acquire my CDL... go ahead and laugh, but 12.50 an hour is better the 7.50 any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so much I want to say... like no time to say it...&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be on more&lt;br /&gt;(not that anyone will notice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings......&lt;br /&gt;Spiral Out...&lt;br /&gt;Wave On.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113780496416901146?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113780496416901146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113780496416901146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113780496416901146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113780496416901146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113520736304066677</id><published>2005-12-21T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:22:43.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive... really</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back and I'm alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, It looks like the X-MEN 3 story line will have something to do with, some organization finding a 'Cure' for the mutant strain - though it was also said something along the lines, that it's time for mutants to stand up and prove themselves, I guess by that it means that lines have to be drawn, on both the good and the bad, so I guess Wolverine can't be Mr Indecisive anymore. - but on the other hand, it looks like some PHOENIX stuff might play in, which is always the case - just when things can't get any worse, Jean has a Phoenix'y attack... I love it : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, well not much to say. I'm just gonna work Thursday, shop for my Christmas Eve look - I'm thinking a classy corset with something lacey for the shoulders, point shoes with high heals and either a cute skirt or a sleek pair of jeans to tie it in - but I don't know, wont know until Friday. Then it's family and Fun on Christmas Eve... Head out to Longview Christmas Day, come back some time during the week, and hope against hope, that some kind of &lt;strong&gt;New Years Fabulous Eve&lt;/strong&gt; plans fall into my lap... other wise it's movies and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113520736304066677?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113520736304066677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113520736304066677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113520736304066677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113520736304066677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-alive-really.html' title='i&apos;m alive... really'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113470444157941222</id><published>2005-12-15T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:40:41.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong and X-men</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I went and I saw King Kong.... And it really only truly left me with two thoughts, one of doubt and one of assurance; I am now more then ever sure that I am meant to write, and so what dose this mean I'm defective? - let me just start at the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so if you live in Houston and or the greater Houston area then you know that December 14th wasn't only the day we were introduced in full to Peter Jackson's' King Kong, but also the day we caught up on our rainfall, and did so with avengence. And for some reason Nik and I never entertained the thought of an umbrella... So it's easy to understand how we ended up in a AMC (which I can't stand the amc theaters, but apparently no one else likes cinemark/tinsletown) with our entire bodies soaked in rain water, including our jackets, shivering and barefoot, apparently boots with zippers are not water proof and my converse all stars - well it speaks for it's self. We sit through about a half hour worth of bad music and terrible movie facts on a very short loop. I was never so happy to see a Diet Coke commercial on a big white screen sounding the arrival of the previews... Now I would like to sit here and give you along list of all the movies to come, but in all realities they don't matter because one Preview out shined and erased all the others from memory when the MARVEL logo glowed red on the screen, that's right boys and girl, it's the X-Men 3 trailer! &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0001288/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelsey Grammer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;looks awesome, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0001288/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben Foster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is sure to make his biggest break yet and what a wing span, only one shot of Anna as Rogue, thank God, JEAN is well no longer Jean ^^ , Wolverine as hot as ever, rock on Jackman... and the list of thrills that the new movie will promise goes on and on, and after recalling the Super Man preview I saw a few weeks ago, all I can say is Bryan Singer, you will not be missed! But Back to the point, the reason this began? KONG!&lt;br /&gt;For a change in trend - this movie and more importantly it's cast has actually captured the characters.. Imagine a movie that's not about the actor's but the roles they play! Judging by Nik's reaction to the 'Actor' character in the movie, both of our reactions to the 'Director/producer' and my own personal take on the 'Author' played by of course Brody... this movie and the people and ape that make up it's story are spot on!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wont sit here and waste space on the effects, because it's Peter Jackson, you can't get much better then that, and oh yeah Lucus fans, I said it, I went there : P&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it's the perfect blend, though the role seemed a bit to serious for Jack Black he pulled it off, and even though there is some heavy psychology going on inbetween the lines for all you english majors ( and no, I'm not referring to the super obvious stuff) It really is a majestic movie that offers a perfect harmony from the Director to the Script writers to the Special Effects to even the Actors, do I know what life was like for everyone who worked on the film off camera? No, but on camera it came out as nothing short of harmony, something we haven't seen in such a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;I sat freezing cold in a movie theater, in seats I really could careless for, soaking wet, with just one to many sips of Dr. Pepper in me and did so for THREE HOURS AND SEVEN MINUTES! And would happily do so again, minus the soaking wet of course, but if push came to shuve.. lol&lt;br /&gt;The only part about the movie that really disturbed me is the big ending, I wont say it, but we should all know it never the less... all the women were sniffling and clearing away tears from their eyes.. and I thought it was good, but didn't bring me to tears - maybe it was because I was to busy rooting for Brody. Who knows and Fingers Crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I left this movie wondering, why Didn't I cry.. and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am supposed to be a writer, will it be at first.. chances are no, but I'll take it at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(couldnotresist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113470444157941222?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113470444157941222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113470444157941222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113470444157941222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113470444157941222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong-and-x-men.html' title='King Kong and X-men'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113436368068782696</id><published>2005-12-11T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:40:10.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie-Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>My computer isn't playing very nicely right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. getting ready for Christmas... Yeah. Luckily I only have one last gift to buy - of course that's only if you don't count the three name tags and the bag of cat nip I told my mom I would buy if she springs for the collars. That's not to sad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for The 14th! King Kong... I mean how hot is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrien Brody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this movie? And it's strange, because when was he ever hot? It's like all of a sudden, and possibly only for this film, so I'm sure I'll see it 4 more time before it leaves the theaters. Oh, yeah the monkey looks cool too. (j/k) Sweet Dreams all around then ehh girls? And yeah I know he's got like the biggest nose in Hollywood, but someone had to steal that title away from Hugh Jackman, and I've had good luck in the past when it comes to guys with rather noticeable noses and so it's not a turn off. - &lt;em&gt;And yes, I am ignoring the fact we both have the same hair cut.... Sighs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/AB.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/AB.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia.. Well I haven't seen it yet.. my list runs: King Kong, Walk The Line (i'll get around to it) and then Narnia.. Yeah I'm excited because it's based of classic kids books and like so I'm a wanna be young adult fiction writer and so forth, but like with most fiction, I haven't ever even touched on of the books, don't need to start now. I guess my biggest problem surrounding this film, isn't the film it's self.. but all the Media with their "Watch out Harry Potter, marinas sure to be an instant classic!" .. WTF MATE? Last time I checked, Movies didn't make Harry Potter a hit and the little wizard wasn't even nerospark when books from the Narnia collection were being passed around the imaginations of not only Kids, but fantasy lovers of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/Narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/Narnia.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious George, of course has me curious. It just looks fun. Though I wasn't a fan of the children's book as a child - It still looks pretty cute. - I was more of a Polar Express kid... And no, I haven't subjected my self to the movie just yet.. if they can make Lord Of The Rings into a one of a kind master piece and then make not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 Harry Potter movies, and put out stuff like Tim Allen's Santa Clause movies... I see no need to have ever handed such a classic to the hands (lol) of computers all together... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;breathes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/curiousgeorge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/200/curiousgeorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Movies and on to DVD's and TV productions, I still need to rent if not buy the WB's production of Felicity. The only American Girl I bothered with. And some how I need to either Rent or Buy HOUSE OF D. It's a classic in my eyes, and chances are in my eyes alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/af.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/af.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/ahd.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/ahd.1.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I've brought it up a few more times then I should... Finally here it is, my two cents on the no longer not so new Harry Potter flick. First off, Daniel Radcliffe is such a cuttie.. He's gonna make some lucky girl so happy and have some really nerdy kids with some hippie undertones ( so will Rupert, but with the Irish undertones) . The movie it's self is the best on yet, though I am still a fan of the third movie, I thinks it's the time travel twist of the third movie that really keeps me coming back to it. But anyways, despite mixed reviews, I really think this movie, the fourth in the series is actually rather good. Yes it worked hard, pushing way to much into way to little - so if you watch the movie - pay attention. And if your like me and didn't like the Second movie, try and not be so put off at the end of this new movie, when your not 'Ohhhhh'ing with the rest of the movie go'ers. And at last, if you didn't work at Atsroworld (more so in the entertainment department) you'll still enjoy the film, but if you did , like I and Nikole did, then you in for some hidden jokes, that I'm sure you'd be blogging about in you own little world like I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/ah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/ah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I've began working on re-writing my two lost chapters.. wouldn't you know they'd be the two most jampacked of the entire lot of them. I'm giving myself to the first of march to have the first draft finish... I think I can, I think I can.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113436368068782696?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113436368068782696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113436368068782696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113436368068782696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113436368068782696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/12/movie-extravaganza.html' title='Movie-Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113391122683286515</id><published>2005-12-06T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:20:26.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep thinking one day after I hit it big, the world, or at least the small percentage that will make up my fan club will enjoy this collection of my life past, present and whatever I randomly decide will make up my Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep writing and thankful for the few who do still read this in the 'NOW", without you, well I'd be kind of a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, my social life just did a 180. Hung out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in over a month. Given the fact we used to see each other at least 3 times a week, and spend almost every night this summer that the same Mexican restaurant and after parties and coffee shops. A month feels like forever. More so when we left on a bad note. And me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who were getting along great, kind of took a wrong turn somewhere in the midst of the last two times we talked. I know it's my fault... And I think I can trace it back to a 5 minute conversation about miscarriages.. all science on the surface, but all emotional in secret. But I've been wrong before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound track to my life right now is &lt;strong&gt;"Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm starting to wonder if I am the only person left who still like the Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost finished with Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/rd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/200/rd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually went out on a semi date thing, again with the guy from like over a month ago.. Some call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hottie (name&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; and some call him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cream Soda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (some meaning my friends, don't really know what his friends call him). It went much smoother, didn't spend the entire time comparing my self now to who I was when I was with Russell.. so yay for me) I sat down with him and watched about half of &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0105236/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(sp??) People have been trying to get me to watch this movie for well over a decade now. It reminds me of all the stuff I used to write in High School. So I can't wait to finish it... and as far as the guy.. I hope to see him again. Even if this doesn't go anywhere. He's going to be one cool cat to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATEVER TOMORROW BRINGS&lt;br /&gt;SPIRAL OUT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAVE ON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113391122683286515?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113391122683286515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113391122683286515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113391122683286515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113391122683286515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-keep-thinking-one-day-after-i-hit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113359602437191887</id><published>2005-12-03T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T01:47:04.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Dark....</title><content type='html'>It's late, I should be asleep right now, I have to get up early and work for a twisted group of people, all to earn a few lousy bucks. It's a job, it'll do for now. I'm 21, and this may not be the most confused I've ever been about life, but it's making the top ten. Two other times being once when I as about 13 before I realized what real writing was, working hard on my art, only to realize my talents were rather halfassed, in every area - from penciling to sinning. One of the other times, being of course when I lost Russell... now, is not near as dramatic as the first two, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting back watching an interview with one of the guys from the Invisible Children documentary, and I think it's wonderful that it's causing a bit of a revolution in today's youth, Christian and non Christian alike. But I also recall the fact that a young boy was killed by a stray bullet, not to far from where Russell died. It's annoying to think, that slowly, but surely you can change Africa, but you can't change the north west side of Houston. I mean yeah sure, it'll change, everything changes, but in Africa it's a cause, Here on the home front, it's just time.&lt;br /&gt;Now, a bit closer to home, I'm about to quite one job, to work again for KISD. Yeah, that again. At least it's stable, talk about full circles. I'm keeping the Three For One job until probably Christmas eve, so I can go see my cousins up north and not have to worry with getting back by some unreasonable deadline. As far as a two year plan, well still looking into Cosmetology schools, but also I've been reading up on the Air Force reserves. Someone suggested it to me years ago, over 4 years now to be exact... maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Just a back burner thought. Just because I can't find a useful meaning for my life, does not mean someone else can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also starting to regain a bit more courage where guys are concerned. At least I think I am, Nik seems to think other wise. I guess only time will tell there too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy.... I mean I know I am where I'm supposed to be... I just thought being just over a month away from my 22 birth day, that maybe I'd at least be engaged by now... So that leaves me with 8 years to fall in love, get married and have a kid.... or any of those three in any order. In theory that should be no problem. But I hear it get harder as you get older.... This isn't a mid life crisis at all, or even a pre - crisis.... I'm saving that for 45. Just some quite concerns I'm working on for 25 and 30.&lt;br /&gt;I need a little direction, maybe a Sign... any time now would be just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113359602437191887?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113359602437191887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113359602437191887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113359602437191887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113359602437191887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/12/dancing-in-dark.html' title='Dancing In The Dark....'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113311192155958354</id><published>2005-11-27T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T11:18:45.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so good to be so good...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a terrible day at work. The 'company' and I use that term very loosely! The company I work for has pretty much destroyed the moral of about half their workers, one of which being me. And yesterday out of a spite-filled revenge energy, I performed terribly on the job. Just happened to be the same day I get Mystery Shopped for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;One of my two managers comes to confront both me and my coworker on this, each one of us taken to the back room for a one on one meeting. The one left behind, feeling certain the other, if not both of us were about to be fired.&lt;br /&gt;Well since I was the second one to go have the '5 minute meeting' I kind of knew what I was getting into. And I wasn't about to back down, Not after the whirl wind day I had just pulled myself through. After my manager had said what they wanted to say, I apologized, but then took the meeting into a different course. Asking, with the exception of that day, had I angered either of my superiors? Had I said something, or not said something, that may have lead to the cause of my hours being so drastic cut over the past two weeks?? (all true, part of why our moral was so low) I brought the books to my manager and showed how the schedule was very off balanced, and even went as far to say, combining this with the pay day confusions as of late, well it's just really hurt our moral. I said.... And I added how I was going to bring it up at the meeting, since it wasn't only me, but a handful of others with the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, by the end of this 'five minute meeting' I was somewhat forgiven for my performance for the day and not only did I go from 15 short hours but to 28 and, one of my coworkers had his hours surprisingly doubled as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels good to be so good....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113311192155958354?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113311192155958354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113311192155958354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113311192155958354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113311192155958354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-feels-so-good-to-be-so-good.html' title='It feels so good to be so good...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113293548143562790</id><published>2005-11-25T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:18:01.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell Check has returned!</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed a very good 'no sugar' added meal yesterday. And drank way to much wine! Bringing back the old rule, I'm only an alcoholic when I drink - It's like I get tipsy and don't know when to stop. So gonna lay off just about everything liquor related over the next month, try and really limit my self over Christmas - I really think it's just the wine glass that I have trouble putting down. Perhaps rum would be a better drink.. I've only had one bad morning after a night of rum. A lesson learned and all the others have been great. Maybe that's the key. Not entirely a bad thought. Because a friend of mine says she keeps her wits about her with rum, maybe I'm about the same way. - Oh Well, not that it really matters. I drink a hell of allot less then I used to, maybe once a month, twice if an occasion calls for it. Mostly due to only working 20 hours or less each week.... I have to find a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to buckle down, rewrite the 2 chapters I lost. Finish the damn first draft! If I hurry up and get these 2 behind me, I think I can finally have the first draft of my first children's/young adult book finished in 6 more chapters which I can probably have done by new year! And then all I have to do is Lock it up in drawer for about three months. Take it out and start working on the Second Draft. - I think I just figured out what my New Years Resolution is for 2006! Reaching the 3rd Draft on this book, and at least starting the second book. I have an outline for at least three I believe. Have all the character paths se out. The adventures are a bit rough, but in time it'll all smooth out.As soon as I get that third draft done I can also begin hounding publishers and saving up money if I actually have to self publish, so I guess my other goal is to go through all of my old note books, until I find the one with all my writers notes, or it'll be another 700 dollars in courses! Looks like I do have a busy year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113293548143562790?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113293548143562790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113293548143562790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113293548143562790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113293548143562790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/spell-check-has-returned.html' title='Spell Check has returned!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113287932944146492</id><published>2005-11-24T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:42:09.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy, happy Turkey Day, hunger pains will go away, when you hear the Pilgrims say, it’s Happy Turkey Day. Happy, happy Turkey Day, let’s all eat the Indian way, as Bastille and Cape Cod Bay, it’s Happy Turkey Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113287932944146492?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113287932944146492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113287932944146492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113287932944146492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113287932944146492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-happy-turkey-day-hunger-pains.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113246355898050044</id><published>2005-11-19T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:12:38.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell Check Has Vanished.. try and stay with me!</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention that i haven't written lately. (You know who you are :P) I appreciate the heads up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I haven't been on here, because I've been busy writing else where.. and no I don't mean my other blog the 1up (the game world through the eyes of a wanna be gamer) But rather working on both my Pirate Story and my (for reasons unknown to me) old comic book line, that I previously gave 5 years of my life to, why it now decides to suck my of whatever creative talent I have left, is unknown to me ... but a muse is a muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I'm taking a turn to being more of a Carrie. All this writing and analyzing and myabe a Mr. Big of sorts peeking out from around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well I also have a hellofa Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire review working around in my head. Expect that tomorrow or Monday. All I can say for now, is it's like invasion of the Bulgarians (sp?). And I have a few things to say about my day out and Ren Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now work for Hot Topic aswell as the other 3 stores. And man, more on that later. This is just a heads up on things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113246355898050044?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113246355898050044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113246355898050044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113246355898050044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113246355898050044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/spell-check-has-vanished-try-and-stay.html' title='Spell Check Has Vanished.. try and stay with me!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113186023056493653</id><published>2005-11-12T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:37:10.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out, Wave On</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at four pictures tonight and thinking about five pictures. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikole, Cindy (Jonesy) and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were all sitting around digging through old picture boxes in search of not only our Younger Years, but the younger years of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russell and James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest of his crew and came across a small treasure I believed to be lost forever. A small folder with pictures taken by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in it. I don't have a scanner but I'll go ahead and describe the five pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture I'm looking at is of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;inside &lt;strong&gt;The Black Pearl&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;passed around pick up truck&lt;/em&gt;). Our hair styles are messy, our clothing casual, and the flash was just to bright. Out in the K-Mart parking lot. I'm leaning against &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, both of us facing the camera. She has her Tongue out licking the side of my forehead (eek!). I like this picture for two reasons. One, because it was a golden moment. Our first double date with Her and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James and Russell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I, it's the only picture I have of us - not taken at her wedding. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was still a promising young hope inside her womb, and no matter how stupid we looked, we would never be more beautiful then we were at that moment, because our dreams had come true - we had both found happiness and that night we were all together. The second reason is because it reminds me of another picture, one I don't have right infront of me, but It's one of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Alpha Pirate' - J.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Standing next to each other.. One with their tongue out and one with that look on their face. Practically brothers in a moment they would probably never forget. One of my favored pics of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even because it reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next photo is of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , down on the ground, same parking lot, same night. tie'ing a pulling rope up to the pearl. That night he was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commodore James&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - as we jokingly called him. He instead on the fact he would not let the night end without towing the pearl, with his own vessel ( ford pick up truck). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched that night as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James in his 'Ship' pulled Russell in his&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And we both stood their wondering how long it would take before the recked one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one, is of me sitting on my bed. In my room - one of the few pictures that were taken in my room before we repainted my house for quick sale. My room when it was still mine. Me on my bed, in my 'Pirate chasing Booty' baseball shirt, 120 pounds and never happier with my life. Loved my job.. Loved my guy... Loved my body.. Loved my talents... Loved my mind... Loved everything about me and all I had to look forward too... No truer words ever spoken. That night the unthinkable happened, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russell told me he loved me. And I said I loved him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think anyone ever thought he'd actually say it first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final picture, when I first saw it, I thought it was a picture of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and his ex Locking lips... Until I recognized my Grandmothers doll in the background.. My book case.. My wall... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A picture of him and eyes in a messy looking but true kiss, Words can not describe the emotions that brings up in me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long hard year and more. I miss him and I'm actually finally healing myself again. Taking someone's advice.. Be Better. I know now there is a possibility I may never have that again with anyone else.. I may never even have half of that with anyone else.. but That's ok. I had it at one time - a great deal of people can't even make that claim. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with out love - but even if I do, at least I know once in my life I was so lucky to have lived greatly and loved greatly - no matter how great the loss. I was blessed if only for just over a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113186023056493653?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113186023056493653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113186023056493653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113186023056493653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113186023056493653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/whatever-tomorrow-brings-spiral-out.html' title='Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out, Wave On'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113142253343147715</id><published>2005-11-07T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:02:13.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure if I should be happy about the following</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddbb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 16px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" width="136" /&gt; 6.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" width="142" /&gt; 7.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" width="140" /&gt; 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" width="166" /&gt; 8.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="112" /&gt; 5.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/redorbar.gif" width="28" /&gt; 1.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" width="90" /&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffeedd; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 14px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113142253343147715?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113142253343147715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113142253343147715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113142253343147715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113142253343147715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-sure-if-i-should-be-happy-about.html' title='I&apos;m not sure if I should be happy about the following'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113117794660421554</id><published>2005-11-05T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:02:45.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the OY! In Boys!</title><content type='html'>The theme for this week has been all about the Boys.&lt;br /&gt;So lets review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll know about the 2 Boys who occupy my thought.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mister Mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute cowboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'll never see again. And it's while I'm so busy thinking about them that, that time of the month rolls around and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Would-be-perfect-if-not-a-Scorpio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pops up again, right on our strange little schedule. He wants to meet up mid month, which is so unlike us! Meanwhile - Flashing Forward to one of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online hotties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, trying to get to know him. He's slowly stopped thinking of me as a girl and start thinking of me as Phoenix. Which means he's more comfortable with me and is beginning to trust me more. But is being JUST Phoenix the same thing as being JUST friends? Not that it matters, he wants a &lt;em&gt;girl who doesn't drink, who doesn't want kids&lt;/em&gt; - So Aries of him. And finding time to keep up with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Navy Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like finding ways not to laugh at those lil' bellbottoms. Plus some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - totally friend material has invited me and anyone I know to some &lt;strong&gt;BigToDo down at some club in down town - Could be Fun, Wanna Come? Drop me a line before the 24 of November for more info.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is if I hear "&lt;strong&gt;Iris&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In The Air Tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out Of The Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", or "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears in Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" one more time I just might break down and really lose my job. &lt;strong&gt;Curse You Sunny 99.1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To make matters worse &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a guy from 2 stores down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came into tonight to buy a New England, Van Gogh, and Oriental Seas calendar. With a Love for the north in the fall, and great taste in art - Now if he turns out to be a Red Sox fan I might just ask him to marry me on the spot. &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;. And the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPS guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ignores me one day, bites my head off the next and flirts with me the next - He has to be a Cancer or I'm in for a fun 2 Months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113117794660421554?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113117794660421554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113117794660421554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113117794660421554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113117794660421554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/putting-oy-in-boys.html' title='Putting the OY! In Boys!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113117680102392628</id><published>2005-11-05T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:03:17.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissing the world off one person at a time...</title><content type='html'>I found my self again today in a store for several hours on end, a store that celebrates individuality month by month, week by week or day by day. Complete with a rather large selection of "Lets make fun of Bush" Calendars and not one "Crazy Liberals" calendar...Now, I'm not totally ignorant to the great big World around me, I know it's not called the liberal arts for nothing, lol, just remind me what state is this again? And it's not like you could say "Well if Bush wasn't such a 'Wizard of Words'(all sarcastically) there wouldn't be so many." Ya'll are probably right, What we really needed was a 'Master Inventor' like Gore. Or a man like Kerry, who can't please everyone all of the time, but if you give him 2 seconds! I'm not saying Bush is good, Not saying he's Bad. Was he Ideal? No, but I bet many would agree our other choices were either. Damned if we do, Damned if we don't - So can we save future debates for, oh I don't know - The Future?? Surprisingly I found a more common thread amongst me and my more left leaning friends - John McKane at one point was the man of the hour for all of our hours all once upon a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113117680102392628?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113117680102392628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113117680102392628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113117680102392628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113117680102392628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/pissing-world-off-one-person-at-time.html' title='Pissing the world off one person at a time...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113104075641870266</id><published>2005-11-03T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T11:59:16.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a bit of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=37"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/37_suzu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=37"&gt;What Outlaw Star Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Done right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And a Bit more... I don't actually agree with most of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=50"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/50_Schizoid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=50"&gt;What is Your Outlaw Star Personality Disorder?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Done right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=83"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/83_Kaiba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=83"&gt;What Yu-Gi-Oh Duelist Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113104075641870266?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113104075641870266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113104075641870266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113104075641870266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113104075641870266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-bit-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113099569937255204</id><published>2005-11-02T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:03:51.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to regret this later...</title><content type='html'>"News has it your kind of a slut."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm no prude, but I wouldn't jump straight to slut."&lt;br /&gt;"So your not a slut... and your not a prude - Then what are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well I don't know - Can't there be a middle ground?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well Ah, basically you could say your a girl who sees what she wants a takes it."&lt;br /&gt;"That isn't what I had in mind, but yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a conversation I had with one of the cowboys (not the cute one) over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Watching an episode of Sex in the City last night - The romantically challenged or Sluts episode. Made me think back to that conversation above. I'm younger then some of my friends and older then the others and have had more - er' - relations then all of them put together. And what exactly dose this say about me? Well lets review - out of all my relations, I said I loved over half, in all truths I actually loved only a quarter, thought I could honestly love the other quarter and yeah, one was a three nights stand. I was always safe about everything. So does that last statement say I'm easy, or Just unlucky in love? I've been at this since I was 16, and a part of me wonders if I'm destined to end up 40 with 40 - though to be truly honest, I hope to be with Mr. Right and with my 2.3 kids and happily on my way through a modern day happily ever after, trying not to become another statistic. Part of my misses the days when I could relate to a younger Samantha.. Part of me just wants to be more like Charlotte and I'm turning out more and more like Miranda, when I really should be happy to end up as a Carrie... oy! Although I'm not the naive child I used to be, I hope the 'Next' one might be the last, or at least I'm trying not to let my numbers reach the doubles - if you know what I mean. So I've had a few more then some and allot less then many more, is that any reason to burn me at the stake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113099569937255204?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113099569937255204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113099569937255204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113099569937255204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113099569937255204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-going-to-regret-this-later.html' title='I&apos;m going to regret this later...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113068481765574937</id><published>2005-10-30T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:07:02.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if I 'nailed' the job interview. DO we ever? If I get the job, the first three things I'm buying is: The up hill manual treadmill. At least the first 3 TPB for the Sandman series, and probably the new Narnia PS2 game, I suck at it, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day Friday with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonesy and Becca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, searching for a monkey costume for Becca, ended up settling for a Bumble Bee. But I did get a cool top hat. And I had a bit of fun when Jonesy and Becca were in the rest room during lunch at the restaurant, and I alone enjoying a bowl of cream of rosemary potato soup with an empty stroller by my side.. old ladies walking up asking &lt;strong&gt;"Where's the baby?"&lt;/strong&gt; and I taking a long look at the empty stroller and looking back to them. &lt;strong&gt;"Well that's interesting."&lt;/strong&gt; as a reply... a quick chuckle and the truth to follow. I still have to go back to Jonesy, left my car keys and jacket in her car... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I ventured out to revisit the old comic book store in traders village, catching up on all the comic book gossip. Like Scarlet Witch going crazy and killing off three Avengers, on of which being Hawkeye, my all time favorite Avenger... hell I want to name my Press after him. And that Colossus is no longer dead, he was trapped, and his clone was the one who sacrificed himself for the Legacy Cure. Oh and Don't even get me started on the New Crisis on Infinite Earth. I'm now on pins and needles, Oracle might walk again ( the original Bat Girl, once paralyzed by the Joker, only to rise from the ashes as Oracle). And get this, The real Ian Churchill has began working from cover to cover on the new Super Girl... Oh My Gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I have nothing instore, so if you are bored, drop me a line or give me call. This day is for the rest of the world to catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday, I'm throwing a get together, it's open end invitation, so feel free to stop by my place for Pizza, Beer, Cookies, Movies and trick or treaters. It's not a Ball or anything, but it's a few good friends and a warm fire place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113068481765574937?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113068481765574937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113068481765574937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113068481765574937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113068481765574937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know-if-i-nailed-job-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113047957576486006</id><published>2005-10-28T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:06:15.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social life?</title><content type='html'>By the way, as of last week both Ambar and I officially became "Aunts" ... I can't get enough of Becca and hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonesy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been a blast... and tonight over coffee Ambar couldn't stop talking about her 'best friends' new little girl... I just can't waite until they are both old enough for the Princess dresses at the Katy Mills Mall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the act of Envy towards our closest friends will have to surfice until I can have my own little Saddie.. and well I'm not sure what Amabar wants to name her first daughter, but I'm sure it's something great, and not at all questionable in anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113047957576486006?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113047957576486006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113047957576486006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113047957576486006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113047957576486006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/social-life.html' title='Social life?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-113047832655016634</id><published>2005-10-28T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:51:35.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbial Mr Right</title><content type='html'>So I have a job interview tomorrow.. $9 an hour... 40 hours a week.... I could go to Cosmotology (sp? It's late) school.... I could move out and stay in Houston.... I could revisit the idea of HCC and knock the basics out of the way and then go on to Theater.. or Horticulture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up tonight.. thinking about all the projects I'm taking on... The finishing of the first draft of the first the in the &lt;em&gt;'Pirate Boys'&lt;/em&gt; series (working title) and Rough work on the 6 shot script for "&lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;" ya'll who know me best know what that is... My friends in Austin have been getting on me about not doing more with the &lt;em&gt;Avrengers&lt;/em&gt; script.. my god, I mean you give them the idea and they want you to write it too? Seriously, it's an honor, to be working with such find young animators. I'm also scrounging up ideas for a cute little comic strip based on my life - if it were a sitcom kind of thing.....Oh and I think I've come up with a pretty good formula to help women like me get yet another step closer to finding the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;proverbial Mr Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. - I'm in no hurry to settle down, but I want my first Kid before I'm 25.. or at least have one on the way by the time I'm 26... I mean I can save kid #2 for when I'm thirty if need be, but the first one.. I'm not going to wait that long... Mr. Right or no Mr. Right. Oh and maybe a &lt;em&gt;love story&lt;/em&gt; inspired by a Red Hot chilly Peppers song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has been pretty good to me.. minus the tragedies that have followed the blessings of course. I have fallen in love twice, and felt a handful of what passion had to offer... I think I am worthy of it again. Mind you it may take dropping these extra 20 pounds that Astroworld helped put on ( &lt;em&gt;seriously, most of the girls put on at least 10 while working there) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have two guys I can't get off my mind....&lt;br /&gt;An&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Actor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I knew over the summer... I don't know where he's from, but he had that West Texas feel to him... His girl friend is very very pretty, and I as of late relating more and more to '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miranda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' just aren't, so I never even thought to take it further then a harmless crush... I'll never see him again, except for in the movies when he eventually hits it big.. and god knows he will... I mean I will never see this man again... ever... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So why can't get him off my mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second.. He knows I exist.. I know he exists.. We both think well enough of each other (&lt;em&gt; I think&lt;/em&gt;) that communication is possible, but getting together is like pulling teeth on either side... And the more I learn about him the more I realize only one thing truly sets us apart..one hurtle... back in elementery school I was really good at jumping hurtles.. and sure they became more proverbial as the years grew on, but never the less I hold my own still... but I'm just me, what do I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that there are three guys who have been occupying my time.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as always.... the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will never come face to face with again.... and my more stubborn version of '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'..... all of which I may never understand to the fullest extent the roles they've played in my lives no matter how big the role or how small.&lt;br /&gt;I also know this... I don't lose sleep over anyone for no reason, no matter how intangible the reasons may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiral Out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave on....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-113047832655016634?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/113047832655016634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=113047832655016634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113047832655016634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/113047832655016634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/proverbial-mr-right.html' title='Proverbial Mr Right'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112969194437506463</id><published>2005-10-18T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:19:04.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll post more later</title><content type='html'>So after calling in with Car problems Sunday, to get out of work, right before I leave to Austin for the day, my car decides to make an honest women outta me, by having the battery magically die. Taking $40 dollars out of my 6th Street Money. Still I managed - after finally arriving, Matty and I make way to Wendys for some kick ass fries, then on to see the Corpse Bride (my 4th time) and then 1 corona later we explore Austin.. some pics sure to come after I use the rest of the film. Finally after seeing what the down town had to offer on a sunday night, we settle in for some good food and some quality fun. The preshow entertainment included the hard to find Star Wars Christmas Specials.. the ones Lucas tried to have destroyed. Watching other people bob-for-beer and pumpkin carving contests. The show it's self was allot like Rocky, but without the actors. Matty was the loudest singer there. Seeing the movie again only made me adore and respect The Corpse Bride more. I mean I'm from the Nightmare Before Christmas generation.. I had the Burger King watches and everything! I'll be a die hard fan till the day I die - but seriously The Corpse bride shines on many many comparative levels. Then back to his place for 2 more Coronas and Sahara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working since my return... And I have decided that I now collect Ornaments, mostly variations of snow flakes ( we all need hobbies) ... I also plan to make minor improvements in my health (just to start). And I had a Job Interview today, so I might be quitting the Calendar/Game/Christmas crazy boring ring, for a job that conceits of me planning mall parties for girls 7 - 12, make overs included ( I swear it's a real store) and taking on new responsibilities as an unofficial Assistant Manager, making 2 dollars more then what I am currently making, with plans for advancement. Only 20 to 30 hours a week, but the pay increase tends to even that out. I would actually be incharge of a handful of High Schoolers.. Oh My Gawd! I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings.. Spiral Out... Wave On....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112969194437506463?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112969194437506463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112969194437506463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112969194437506463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112969194437506463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-post-more-later.html' title='I&apos;ll post more later'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112926601132054880</id><published>2005-10-13T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:00:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swing batter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=hou"&gt;Go ASTROS... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out &lt;a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/team/player.jsp?player_id=110385"&gt;#11&lt;/a&gt; is way hot - too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks to the man of the hour.. in my eyes at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/team/player.jsp?player_id=400061"&gt;Roy Oswalt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiral Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave on....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112926601132054880?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112926601132054880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112926601132054880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112926601132054880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112926601132054880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/swing-batter.html' title='swing batter'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112906799912933719</id><published>2005-10-11T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:59:59.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was an easy work day, all things truly considered. Things were quite on the calendar front and yet fruitful. A woman came in a put down like 150 something dollars all for Christmas... Calendars, their the gift that keep on giving the whole year through. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online life is pretty laid back, I'm contemplating the idea of starting an new yahoo RPG group, designed specific for writers with a penned interest for fiction and just simply wish to further stretch their wings by interacting with story lines alongside other writers. All fun and games and just another way to keep from getting to rusty inbetween manuscripts and we all know the best way to free our selves from writers block, is to avoid it from the start. Oh and if anyone is interested in the group and wishes to join up, drop me a line under comments and/or e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:Sterben_84@hotmail.com"&gt;Sterben_84@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and we'll talk. By the way, just as an FYI, for anyone who actually reads this thing.. I'm still working on getting all the pages together, but for starters you can check out a coming attractions for January Nineteenth @ &lt;a href="http://januarynineteenthgallery.blogspot.com/"&gt;GALLERY&lt;/a&gt; and that is just the first of a few different pages I will hopefully be offering. At least now you can check out the friendly faces that fill my world with wonders. God knows none of us ever cease to amaze. Now if your not on the "GALLERY" page, no need to freit. It just means I don't have you in digital format yet, or I have no photos of you at all. And if so, shame on you for not keeping in better touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming plans for me involve the Nightmare Before Christmas Sing-ALong. Up in Austin, I'll be spending Sunday making my way up to the capital city of Texas. To relive my childhood in creepy song. ANd Though I really really wanted to go camping out at Ren Fest, it seems it's simply not in the budget, so instead, I'm planning on commandeering my mom's jeep, allowing 4 of my currently closest friends to come aboard and making way for a day trip to the Fair. Cute Elves, Sexy Knights and Tall Dark and Handsome Rogues look out - because we will surely be ladies fair on a mission for fun, and between the 5 of us, no decent male has a chance of not being spotted. ( now some of us are married and some our in committed relationships, so now if any of the significant others read this page, no worries. It's all eye candy, except for those of us who are single - then it's simply open season) Why make such a big deal about guys for this outing? Because once you get down to it, it's about if not The Main Thing we all at one time had incommon. Aside from all that I see work ahead for me a great deal of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiral out....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wave On.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112906799912933719?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112906799912933719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112906799912933719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112906799912933719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112906799912933719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-today-was-easy-work-day-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112891940049103420</id><published>2005-10-09T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:43:20.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>having a good day</title><content type='html'>By the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Astros.. making my days one game at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Red Sox can do it - So can We.... ( not to offend anyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the rest of houston - but I always have my eye on 44 for the good times and bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112891940049103420?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112891940049103420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112891940049103420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112891940049103420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112891940049103420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/having-good-day.html' title='having a good day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112891898089152303</id><published>2005-10-09T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:36:20.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 tons, what'ya get?</title><content type='html'>First off. I can't believe my last post. I mean yeah that's how I'm starting to feel but I could have gone about that so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work has been hell, the first week of Fright Fest is over and done with. We have 5 or 6 Ushers... and only two are not complete idiots. That two is Val and I. Val and I get along great and she is adored by the cowboys. So what do they do? They separate us leaving me with the cowboy, who of which there are one or two who live to embares me. Example: My first moment out handing out show schedules - Crazy Cowboy who has a mic sees me walk out into the crowd.. what does he say over the mic to me? "Hey It's Lyndsey - Hey has that rash cleared up yet?" - &lt;em&gt;ok, first off I have no, nor have I ever had in recent memory any rash of any kind. &lt;/em&gt;Secondly...I had to take it, I just had to stand there and hope no one caught that. Why, because even if I had a wise comment to through back at him - which I did - but wouldn't help me out, he has a mic... I do not. Next three days followed that same feel. It's getting better... we are all getting adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and Tuesday I'm pulling a serious double shift both days. Like 22 hours total. It's good, I can use the money. I'm calling in sick to work next sunday so I can drive up to Austin, spend the day with one of my most creative soul mates Matty, only to spend that same evening with him attending a Nightmare Before Christmas sing-along. All Rocky Horror style. It will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work sucks, but if I make it from here through December, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Tomoarrow brings... Spiral Out... Wave on....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112891898089152303?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112891898089152303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112891898089152303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112891898089152303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112891898089152303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/16-tons-whatya-get.html' title='16 tons, what&apos;ya get?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112866106661829906</id><published>2005-10-06T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:57:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute News</title><content type='html'>I spent tonight hanging out with Jonsey, and Becca ( her baby girl, my "niece") Which only made me miss the 'not so single life more'. I've been so depressed about Russell lately, but I've also started to wonder if it's also a matter of just being depressed over being single. I'm so ready to be happy again, Find that mr Right again, I'm done with rebounds. Yeah I know I'm young. I have so many years ahead of me. I'm not looking to be a mother of 3 by the time I'm 25, but at least married and thinking about the first child. Still looking for that Corduroy man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my friend text's me "I found your Aussie". And calls me on her break several hours later. "He looks like Shaggy - Not the cartoon, but the movie version" and I think : Matthew Lillard, another Matthew Lillard look a like. She says "He works at UofH. And he's a student. And he has the Aussie Accent!, I found him for you. Only down side is he has a very obvious nose ring." I reply: Yeah and I drink and have a tattoo and don't care - he's an aussie, a shaggy look alike aussie! So I guess sometime next week somewhere inbetween Coffee with Alpha Pirate, and Nightmare Sing-A-Long with Matty, I have to find time to drive all the way into down town - to take a chance and ask him out. What on earth will I wear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, and it's only going to get crazier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112866106661829906?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112866106661829906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112866106661829906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112866106661829906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112866106661829906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-minute-news.html' title='Last Minute News'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112849510383314311</id><published>2005-10-05T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T02:19:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom?</title><content type='html'>These made me feel better today... and my top five are well the top five listed... #1 is the best, those who know me best know why it's best.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You will do foolish things, but you will do them with enthusiasm." - Colette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The secret to happiness is to make others believe they are the cause of it." - Al Batt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To sleep is an act of faith." - Barbara G Harrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they never committed." - Cornelia Otis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To be independent of public opinion is the first condition of achieving anything great." - G W F Hegel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's always easier to fight for oneÂs principles - than to live up to them" - Alfred Alder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's alright letting yourself go as long as you get yourself back" - Mick Jagger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak when You are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret." - Ambrose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size" - Sydney J Harris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace" - Robert J Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kittens are born with their eyes shut. They open them in about 6 days, take a look around, then close them for the better part of their lives." - Stephen Baker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes allot of courage to show your dreams to someone else" - Erma Bombeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What lies behind us, what lies in front of us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." - Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it" - Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I felt better earlier, going back down hill again... I just wish I could fasTomorrowd, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomarrow Brings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112849510383314311?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112849510383314311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112849510383314311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112849510383314311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112849510383314311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112840398813526384</id><published>2005-10-04T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:33:08.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is with this month???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/justlike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/justlike2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really gotta stop watching movies... or maybe just going to theaters in general. I go to see the corpse bride last week, what theater do I find myself in? The same one where I was with Russell the night before he died.... when was the last time I was there.. that night.&lt;br /&gt;I go see Just Like Heaven... I relate all to well with The leading Male Character. The line and this maybe slightly off - "I wasn't always this way." or "I didn't use to be..." pretty much sums up my life currently. You can say it 'Breaks' you.. you can say it 'Exhaust' you... you can even say it 'Damages' you..... either way it takes a hell of a long time to get better... and I don't think it's something you can do on you own....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/Just_Like_Heaven_49337c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/320/Just_Like_Heaven_49337c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112840398813526384?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112840398813526384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112840398813526384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112840398813526384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112840398813526384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-with-this-month.html' title='what is with this month???'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112820407435371941</id><published>2005-10-01T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:02:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corpse Bride....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/1600/nmbc-cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3437/480/400/nmbc-cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have seen this movie a grand total of three times now.. Obviously I think it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Exactly how good do I think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right off, given the fact that it lacks the advertising and merchandising qualities of the Nightmare Before Christmas, and it relies greatly on the characters and animation rather then the story and song meadly and though it is at times at least I found it easily predictable, I think it's far more "CULT WORTHY" then it's predecessor, The Nightmare Before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I love NMBC! a true Cult Classic, it's very well scored with wonderfully thought out songs to match, a true festival for the eyes and ears and the detailed animation is still without rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I truly feel there is something Special about The Corpse Bride... maybe it's because it echoes some of Tim Burrton's earliest and less well known pieces. Maybe it's the mini Johnny Depp. Maybe it's the fact that the characters are human in many wonderful ways, be them dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can really say is this:&lt;br /&gt;These are two completely separate movies in every way! Their creator and his influence on the character design is really all they truly have in common in my eyes. It is absolutely wrong to sit down to one and expect the other. Because if you do so you will be thoroughly disappointed in The Corpse Bride. If you can sit down in that theater and not have expectation in any regards to the Nightmare Before Christmas, then you will be able to truly enjoy The Corpse Bride for what it really is, A marvel in Clay-mation, and as simplistic as it may sometimes seem in comparison to NMBC, a marvel as well in Story and Character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both quickly becoming my favorites, one because of it's impact on my childhood and the other because of it's impact on me as a hopeful young woman and artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112820407435371941?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112820407435371941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112820407435371941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112820407435371941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112820407435371941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/10/corpse-bride.html' title='The Corpse Bride....'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112788925553017823</id><published>2005-09-28T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:34:15.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day of Highway Will Teach Us....</title><content type='html'>I thought I was going to be posting tonight about The Corpse Bride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just returning from a strange yet, not completely horrorible date, I find I have far more personal things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I always figured when these things come up, that my biggest struggle would be resisting the urge to compare the guy to Russell...But it's actually the furthest thing from my mind. And oddly enough, I actually find my self compairing myself. Comparing who I am on the date with this new guy and who I was when I was with Russell. And lets face it, anyone who knows me knows I am nothing like what I was before he died. Hardly a shadow of who I was before. And I keep thinking I'll get back to good, I'll get back to the woman I was and then begin to progress again.. But I'm not, or if I am I'm not making any progress what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met Russell, I had finally found myself. Figured out who I was. When I met Russell, I felt his presence in my life only assured me of all of that and more. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him, and I swear on paine of death, these are feelings I was harboring, perhaps secretly so not to seem too crazy, but none the less before his death. After his death I had a window of opportunity where I continued to advance even while depressed, my skills were making excellent progress. After John died, I kind of gave in and gave up. Now I'm finally ready to really really try again, I really want to get back to where I once belonged. But today kind of made me wonder if I even can. If it's even possible.... Perhaps that person is lost to me forever, and I'm supposed to walk another road for glory, but why... or better yet how. I knew only one real way, the ways that worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'd give anything to just get back to who I was the night before he died. Even if it mean that once I get back there, that I advance no further through out my life, and remain an apprentice forever and ever, so what I don't care, it's worth it! Because honestly I feel the person who I was then is the best version of me that has ever been - I'm not sure I can really move on with my life until I get back to it, or at least match it in some way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112788925553017823?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112788925553017823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112788925553017823&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112788925553017823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112788925553017823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-day-of-highway-will-teach-us.html' title='What A Day of Highway Will Teach Us....'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112774682769858793</id><published>2005-09-26T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:00:27.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend recap...</title><content type='html'>Lets see a few hours we spent before leaving Katy, consisted of me trying to figure out what few items I can take with me - measuring the depth of my soul and my willingness to go beyond the materialistic, not to mitchen opening so many old wounds from last year, just in time to spend 28 hours in a two car caravan on the open highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 28 hours (some of which was spent on back roads to avoid traffic) I only gained a greater depression, dehydration (the pearl is still with out ac) and my skin which I had finally got to clear up is right back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time in Longview, I realized there is absolutely nothing to do at night if your a girl.. so night one was spent with my Cousin Nikkie watching Emily Rose... again. The second was spent watching The Corpse Bride (more on that when I'm feeling better) both at maybe two star theaters at best. I did get my hair cut though I look like a Pixie again. Oh and Imagine how it feels to arrive in Longview just in time to hear the Hurricane shifted and is now heading for LA and East Texas.. oh happy sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving day! My parents began arguing about whether or not we should leave, my dad wins and we leave. I guess they continued to Fight on the home, because they certainly haven't stopped since we got home. I believe they are on the edge of a Divorce. Doesn't' t really bother me anymore, as long as I'm not pulled into the middle of this - which they have attempted many times over. My Dad wants me to say my Mom's nuts, I'm telling him they both are. My Mom wants me to stand up to my dad about all his Angerment BS, - No thanks Ma, my days backed up against a wall are done. ( by that comment I'm not saying my dad was abusive - I swear he wasn't - just intimidating as hell) I'm just thankful my brother and I road in the pearl together. Because on the up side we now have a better relationship - the kind brother and sisters should have, united against the forces of insanity. My poor brother though, his snake couldn't take the stress and died. No one (mom and dad) seemed to care much about that either, just another tool to fight with. So Jake and I went to see Bewitched ( more later on) and ended up spending the rest of the night after mom and dad went to sleep watching Jay and Silent Bob and eating chips and salsa and drinking Coke and Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am almost certain We haven't seen the all the fruits of this venture....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112774682769858793?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112774682769858793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112774682769858793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112774682769858793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112774682769858793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112732122876628716</id><published>2005-09-21T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:47:08.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let Ya'll know</title><content type='html'>Come Thursday afternoon ods are I'm leaving for Longview. With hope RITA wont destroy my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112732122876628716?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112732122876628716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112732122876628716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112732122876628716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112732122876628716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-to-let-yall-know.html' title='Just to let Ya&apos;ll know'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112724070638682464</id><published>2005-09-20T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:25:06.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the way my family reacts to things. They are worried about the hurricane... Yeah I am too. And fuck yeah I agree we need to get the hell out of Katy if it hits us. But I'm afraid they are gonna freak out and leave to early and the hurricane wont come and I'll miss work which I've already missed to much time as it is, and more importantly I'll miss the big final weekend before fright fest. TP's last weekend, my main groups final last weekend together, I'll miss Rocky! I'll Miss the Corps Bride, I'll miss everything all because they freak out way to early. I express this concern and all of a sudden it goes from ' no one gets left behind' to ' your 21 die if you want to die'. And a bunch of lectures about you haven't lived through it, and you don't know what it's like, And even if it does not hit, it will still rain. I mean call me crazy, but I'm depressed right now about allot of things, I have no medical insurance and there fore am not on my meds. I've been working hard, keeping myself together, but it's hard. And all I really need instead of lectures bordering on go F' Your self, your old enough to decide that if you want! I could really use just hint or promise that they will not freak out and swear they will wait until the last minute, they say they will wait until late Thursday, early Friday, but the way they've been talking, I'm really worried they'll bolt sooner then that and if this hurricane dose not hit, I'm very very screwed! I just hoped my sanity or at least my time put in for helping them with their sanity would merit a little more logical thinking or understanding put towards me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112724070638682464?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112724070638682464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112724070638682464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112724070638682464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112724070638682464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-way-my-family-reacts-to-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112716240406229280</id><published>2005-09-19T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:40:04.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss people like me...</title><content type='html'>I've been informed by the Alpha Pirate that this is National Talk Like a Pirate day or week or something... Don't worry I don't have the energy to really put forth a worthy effort. Since I began picking up where I left off in my Young Adult Story adventure, I'm all Pirate Tongued Out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on two scripts at once, the Kids Story... Pirate Themed. An Old Comic Book idea that took up a good 4 or 5 years of my life. I also have to write an Astro Profile for a friend. And work on 4 Art orders, due before the end of October. It feels good to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news where a Job is concerned. And this Hurricane possibly headed our way, could delay our house being sold further. I'm also trying to lose 10 to 15 pounds so I can fit into my TRINITY Costume for Halloween, not my first choice, but I already own the jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112716240406229280?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112716240406229280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112716240406229280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112716240406229280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112716240406229280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-people-like-me.html' title='I miss people like me...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112657781354958972</id><published>2005-09-12T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:16:53.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard that this fall is Astroworlds last season, ever as it stands right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112657781354958972?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112657781354958972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112657781354958972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112657781354958972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112657781354958972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-heard-that-this-fall-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112656479944878094</id><published>2005-09-12T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:39:59.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silliness aside</title><content type='html'>I'm really worried about what I'm going to do for work. At least Fright Fest will give me an extra day, about 40 something dollars more a pay check giving just over a hundred a week, but that's only through October. I want a job, I need a Job.. but I kindof wouldn't mind if one didn't come until November, or the one I get will allow me to have the first weekend of November off... because Ren Fest is going to be BIG this year. I'm camping with a group from Astroworld, but not just any of my coworkers, it's only the ones I really, Really like. And out all of them only one other person and my self have actually done it before, so that makes it my 'area' I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to find a costume for the big Halloween party. I'm thinking I might just have what I need to pull off that Black Canary look, just need the corset and a blode wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about cutting my hair again. And dying it some kind of a dark black. And I want to get another tattoo small and either on the opposite leg of my last one or on the same, this one maybe something Native American for my grandmother. I still want my phoenix on my back. And as soon as I'm done with astroworld I'm repericing my ears, at least two in each. - I think I might be going punk or at least goth again. I can't wait. I'm so tired of being normal! Normal is not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Emily Rose, dear god if you do nothing else this week - go see that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside of all things this week the season premier of HOUSE is on this week, TUESDAY at 8PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112656479944878094?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112656479944878094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112656479944878094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112656479944878094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112656479944878094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/silliness-aside.html' title='Silliness aside'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112631661881371036</id><published>2005-09-09T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:43:38.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity? I think not!</title><content type='html'>Ok, now for the moment I doubt anyone has been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over, and frightfest is drawing closer.&lt;br /&gt;I've already said good bye to some of my dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;And rejoiced in the parting of my enemies with no regards to there ends.&lt;br /&gt;So now I seek out a job, to fill my week with work...&lt;br /&gt;But with a move in hopes soon to near..&lt;br /&gt;And my weekends to be spent filling people with fear...&lt;br /&gt;What will come of me past the point of October 31st of this very year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah it sucks, but hey I'm trying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing a trip across the states&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'm off to Disney World and Can Hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;O the sights I'm sure to see, will no longer be the passing dreams of these passing years&lt;br /&gt;Venturing with me are some of my closest friends&lt;br /&gt;It promises of course to be a thanksgiving that will soon be the most memorable I may ever have in all my given years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still sucking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over a fortnight since I've been Gone&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart still lingers on&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to bring up some words to carry along&lt;br /&gt;Who I am and Who I will be?&lt;br /&gt;as long as neither of thee are alike the current me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the future as it draws continuously nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suck, suck, suck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you have it some verse of song&lt;br /&gt;and now I fear I must begone&lt;br /&gt;and your forgiveness for my leave I beg of you&lt;br /&gt;I promise truly to keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;despite in the past I've shown little luck&lt;br /&gt;I do care for each and everyOne of you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it seems I've rambled on&lt;br /&gt;It's truly time for me to say So Long!&lt;br /&gt;And Goodbye before my leave grows further on&lt;br /&gt;Fare well to you and one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112631661881371036?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112631661881371036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112631661881371036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112631661881371036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112631661881371036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/sanity-i-think-not.html' title='Sanity? I think not!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112624794066060147</id><published>2005-09-09T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:39:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So sleepy....</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and just finishing up the painful task of reenstating my online life after a two week period of being missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can explain more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://phoenix0229.1up.com"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no I'm not leaving the blog world, just doubling up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112624794066060147?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112624794066060147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112624794066060147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112624794066060147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112624794066060147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-sleepy.html' title='So sleepy....'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112518029843462984</id><published>2005-08-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:04:58.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been - unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will report more again soon, just be sure to know I am alive and I will bring more news at a later time, possibly monday. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112518029843462984?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112518029843462984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112518029843462984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112518029843462984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112518029843462984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112309542600789643</id><published>2005-08-03T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:57:06.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw SKY HIGH last night... needless to say it's not for everyone, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, there is so much I could say. So much has been happening and allot of it has been really funny.  This past week alone at work has been the strangest and most hallarious I've had in a long long time. And thanks to all the new movie hype all my friends have adopted Superhero nick names like Tony, is now and will forever be Batman... and N. is now "Instigator" and V. is Seduessa and Golden Boy is now either "Fallout boy" or my fave "WillYouBeThereBoy"  and since we always have someone coming in and out of our little lives we even through in an EnsignRicky (if I spelt that right) for defult. Yours truly has put her Phoenix name on hold and become "Back Ground Girl"  Needless to say if i went down a list of possible superhero powers for anyof us, we'd all make the SideKick list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highest light of my week has been the news that &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0004936/"&gt;Ben Foster &lt;/a&gt;is playing Warren Worthington in the new X-Men 3 movie... that Angel or Archangel for anyone who didn't already know. Joining him in the cast is also Kelsey Grammer as HankMcCoy aka BEAST. So Foster fans unite and give a sigh of relife, our main man is moving up in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112309542600789643?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112309542600789643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112309542600789643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112309542600789643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112309542600789643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-saw-sky-high-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112226382688123653</id><published>2005-07-24T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:57:06.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are up sides and down sides to being "Back Ground Girl" at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up sides:&lt;br /&gt;You stay out of Gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Your mistakes usually go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Your one of the first, people come to for opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of time to ponder the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down Side:&lt;br /&gt;You stay out of Gossip, so you lose you Mysterious Persona, because no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Your achievements and exceptional skills go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Your the last one people talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of time to ponder your love life or lack there of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That's divine balance for you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112226382688123653?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112226382688123653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112226382688123653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112226382688123653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112226382688123653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-up-sides-and-down-sides-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112200526736114806</id><published>2005-07-21T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:10:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good day</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten how good honesty can feel. Or how good it feels to just accept your friends as friends and throw away all feelings and urges to impress these people. Like today in the break room of Showcase, when a group of us were trying hard to convince &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leAder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that she had on an occasion eaten the sticker off an apple without realizing it a couple of weeks ago (Keeping in mind odds are she probably didn't.. but since no one knows for sure, the moment of doubt is to be ceased for comic relief), we ended up talking about all the strange things we did eat (as kids), like worms... cat food... dirt.... and the things we did for money in Junior high, like licking the bottom of our shoes on bets and fancily backed dares. Or when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I proved our selves the two worst dancers while trying to attract people to the show. Sure I have a crush on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and about a small handful of other guys, but today for the first time I actually just goofed off and stopped trying to impress him, and we actually had a good time producing a successful rain dance. Life just full of unexpected ironic, like how one of the best and most observant ushers I know, eat the sticker on a washington fuigi apple... and how despite helping to raise countless youths through out my life I can't even be trusted alone to guard Cotton candy for more then two minutes, because some how not dropping it is beyond my capabilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112200526736114806?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112200526736114806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112200526736114806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112200526736114806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112200526736114806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-day.html' title='good day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112191305025123268</id><published>2005-07-20T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:30:50.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we have established the fact that I'm alive. Due to longer hours at work, a wee bit of drama and a slight changing of future plans and of cores a disconnect of my room mates internet considering with the crash of his computer - I have been busy and unable to gain access to the online world.... how I've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General updates... Health, I think I'm doing fine. If I'm losing weight, it's slow going. I currently sport the "Six Flags Astroworld" tan. I have my first tattoo, a four leaf clover, with a P in the middle of it, on my right ankle... no color or shading, not yet at least.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I think I'm fairly sane. Finally really feeling things coming back together. As soon as my family sells the house and moves, I'll move with them and immediately start on enrolling myself into some school, knocking my basics out of the way, and I'm thinking of studying theater... which the second thing I'll do once I move is find a community arts or animal rescue and volunteer, soul work if you know what I mean... Bottom line I need a change.&lt;br /&gt;Social life, Eeek. I have a small group of friends... we are all nerds, geeks or general outcast, but somehow I have managed, by no fault of my own to be the only nerd in a group of nerds that gets teased for being a nerd. Hands down my social life isn't as unfortunate as my love life, but it's well on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;Love life, I don't know where to begin. I have never had so much, go so wrong, so quickly and so frequently. I just can not catch a break.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, I feel like i'm standing in a cluttered bed room, sighing lightly, just trying to figure out where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line over all, I'm lost.... but patience is a virtue and in time I will be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112191305025123268?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112191305025123268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112191305025123268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112191305025123268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112191305025123268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-we-have-established-fact-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-112166741447531533</id><published>2005-07-18T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T01:16:54.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off, I'm still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed, like I now have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more and it just keeps right on changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-112166741447531533?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/112166741447531533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=112166741447531533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112166741447531533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/112166741447531533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-off-im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111959062729340567</id><published>2005-06-24T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:27:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that the best thing I can do for myself and the world around me is give up and return to the recluse I once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hell right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll still keep this blog, I need some outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111959062729340567?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111959062729340567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111959062729340567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111959062729340567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111959062729340567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111950938833283137</id><published>2005-06-23T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:49:48.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Which is odd because I have had very little sleep in the past day or so. I suppose I have just allot of random stuff on my mind and no where to really put it all, well actually I have the perfect place to put it all, but it's random thoughts and beginning is hard. Still follow me if you dare for a walk through my mind in it's current state....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these two friends who are together, been that way for quite some time now. Argue, seems a bit more recently then the usual, but since our friendship is still young I wouldn't really know. Tonight at dinner they were at it again, almost made one of our other friends up and leave. I have a few more random thoughts about that later. Now I could say a few things dealing with Astrology.. I wont, because I can go one step better, these two remind me so much of my own parents, but in a slight reverse, and they've been together for 25 years almost. So all this bickering is to be expected and even if a perfect balance is achieved, it wouldn't help much, some people just need something like that to make life interesting.. if you thrive on debate and controversy, you don't devote your life to factory work, or truck driving, right?  Then again, in my own life, in my own relationship, I hardly ever fought... just seemed like a waste of valued time.... maybe a character flaw of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In slight relation, I look back on my position tonight as an observer. If I hadn't been there for the beginning, I may have just left myself... but what did I do? I stayed and some how convinced our other friend to do the same. Now looking back, despite tonight having a pretty decent end, I think back and wonder if I wouldn't have been better off to take his que and leave as well. Not even to follow him, just a break. I mean I had Mel Brooks movies waiting at home. Maybe we could use a break, last night was the first real time we all split. Leaving me a chance to get to know everyone a lil' better one on one. And I liked it, makes you feel more like a person rather then a piece. Anyways tonight seems to be a break night. One of us has a game and I might follow that lead and sit at home with fish sticks and movies, and a cold glass of Cherry Lemon lime soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change is coming for the group I'm in. Not a bad or rather absolute change, just a shift in direction I can really feel it. We were all brought together for some reason. I truly think there is a greater picture here and if it's only for the summer, then this will be a summer I'll never forget. One of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking about Fall, after fright fest. Thinking about looking at some counseling position somewhere. Today a talented young man, told me I was the most awesome person of the planet today. An exaggeration by far, but it got me thinking - I'm always ready to help and assist the young. Right now I'm at an age where I'm not to entirely far off - But I don't want to be a Big Sister kind of thing. I know in today's society it sounds far fetched, but I want a off season job that allows me to pay the bills, while helping and inspiring others, at least inbetween books :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing, I have to hit this book again. I know it's good, I know once it's finished I could probably sell it, if not self publish and market on my own, I have some know how, all that money two years ago wont go to waste. Even if it doesn't, I would love a bright white fresh and complete copy in a nice box where right on the title page I can read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Russell&lt;/span&gt; (sorry it took so long) Because as good as I am with scifi stuff and more adult stuff, it's always been my kids stuff that really catches attention, of those who don't know me. I'm not trying to set out to be the next Lemmony Snicket, but if that's how I have go about it, the you know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all that, I have a great deal to think about in far more personal areas of my life. And I have to reach some conclusions on my next move sooner rather then later, while I still have any options at all left to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's in his hands, Out of my control. His Will, is what it is, and my dreams may be left aside. Still I can't possibly believe that He would hand out such a precious gifts as talent so lightly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111950938833283137?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111950938833283137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111950938833283137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111950938833283137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111950938833283137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111947513722254121</id><published>2005-06-22T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:18:57.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours</title><content type='html'>I still believe that time is natures most effective and most economical truth serum, at least in average ordinary life. Because when you find yourself awake for the 21, or 22 hour of you 'day'. Sitting alone on a couch with someone, who you have just spent at least the past 7 hours with in some way or another - you find your self saying things and hearing things that you might not have heard ever before if either of you weren't sleep deprived, and they are true, to a certain extent, because sleep deprived is still not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I was out with my group, I experienced something new. I felt our oldest member, was going out of his way to back me into a corner and say 'Tell us, tell us now, on the spot. Make up your mind give us something to hold you too. Tell us who we are, don't think about it, just be." proverbially speaking of course. But that same group of people consisted of some few that I wasn't ready to show them that side of me yet, I wanted them to know some other sides of me as well. Still I was cornered, no one was letting up, so I closed my eyes took a breath and began to not only explain why I feel I, the daughter of a Ghost Hunter had no creepy stories to tell... mostly the out line read "When you go seeking something, usually the desired reward affects you differently." Things that most people would find frightening, I find to be an every day occurrence, mostly because I expected it. And it didn't stop there I went all into the Metaphysical side of my practices. All this of course caught the attention of one of the people I knew it would, and kind of dreaded at the time. Which lead on to about 4 hours worth of sleepless couch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end a small group of  people received a small crash course in Lyndsey(me) and who she is, some far more then others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens now, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a little frightened? Hell, yeah, I mean to me, this was kind of big.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be another week before I know the full effects of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings....&lt;br /&gt;Spiral Out.....&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Wave On....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111947513722254121?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111947513722254121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111947513722254121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111947513722254121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111947513722254121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/24-hours.html' title='24 Hours'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111919313454375981</id><published>2005-06-19T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T10:00:49.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools</title><content type='html'>Well I would like to start off today with a meditation point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For I Know The Thoughts I Think Towards You, Saith The Lord, Thoughts of Peace, And Not Of Evil, To Give You An Expected End." Jeremiah 29.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This verse as most of you know helped me through losing Russell. And others much like it helped me when I lost my grandmother. And now I feel like I don't have much to get me back to where I need to be, where the bible is concerned. I know that's the stupidest thing anyone has ever read, because when you study the bible as I and so many others have and to such a greater extent, you find not many, if any moral - hell - life problems can't be overcome by the lessons given in the good book. Still for now I turn to where I left off in my studies, trying to help others to better understand the bible and it's purpose as a tool, one person at a time, because any more then that will sway my energy and then, who knows what. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like for example, Astrology. Many believe the Bible speaks illy of it. To some extent this is true, at times it can be come more of a focus, taking worship, or even focus from God. And anything that can do that is worth mentioning as such. But I do not find it forbidden, or even something ignore. As a matter of fact I think the story of the three wise men give us every reason in the world to take an interest. Astronomy has already proven that the Star was a cluster of a star and two planets, that took place around the supposed birth of Christ. The wise men were obviously astrologers, or guided by people who were such. And isn't it a bit odd that in all the country that surrounded Jerusalem, how most like a great portion of the world at large, used astrology in day to day lives, but Jerusalem it's self stands out in history as being one of the few places where Astrology was never practied. Sure this could be another factor in the saving grace of the gospels story, one of many. Now that is a positive example, I believe the Tower Of Babel is a negative one. I've known many people, many well read men who believe that the Tower which was built to reach the heavens, was actually a tower built for the purpose of Astronomy and Astrology. It went to far, took focus from the true God and look what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once, and I'll say it again, The Bible is my anchor.  The above is just one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, on a personal level. I need to bring my absence to an end. Become the person I once was. Continuing down this path only insults the ones who I have loved and lost, and fails those who knew me when and see me now and robs myself and others I know now of the true me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111919313454375981?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111919313454375981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111919313454375981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111919313454375981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111919313454375981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/tools.html' title='Tools'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111908470426118969</id><published>2005-06-18T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:54:27.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get back to where you once belonged.</title><content type='html'>I realized today that no one I know, or even remotely care about has any idea of who or what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fault, I mean I've had a bad year - that's not an excuse, just a factor. I joke around and no I'm paying for it. I mean a drunk, 'experienced', and of light devotion are all words and phrases I would have never used to describe myself. I personally view myself to be allot like Constatine, with a slight influence of Samantha from Sex in the City. But it seems people see me a more of a Samantha with a heavy Miss Cleo influence. I know, totally not me at all.... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Capricorn, so right off - I know myself. And my outline of who I am above is very accurate from all my ruling perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like Constaine in the sense that I'm of very neutral ambitions. While at the same time my reasoning and drive are so far unrelated to most around me that I feel very little need to go into analyzing or displaying myself to others. In my studies I am reclusive. And I'm not about to say I'm an expert, far from it, but I know my shit. This is my kung foo and it is strong. I spent my childhood as a niece of a man who mastered in Theology, I studied right along side my parents, guided by some well credited men. I was part of Katy Bible church for years, baptized by McDonald him self (no jokes). When it comes to all the strange Metaphysics, I had very skilled teachers guiding me along. I have forgotten more about the world outside our own then most of my friends put together will ever know (at least at this point). And in the house where I was raised so much of everything was part of every day life that I consider it second hand, and forget how unique my rendering has been. Possibly why I have such a hard time with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I'm a nerd. I mean just about anything odd you can learn about religion you can learn from the right comic book collections. But hey, even Gene Simmons used spiderman comics when he taught. The Davinci (sp? for now) Code has nothing on Warren Ellis and Neil Gamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after finding all of this out today, and knowing it's views held by people I actually care about, really has me turning around and rethinking my summer planning. I'm slowly getting back into art, but It wouldn't hurt to speed that up. Hit the study books again - get back to where I was. Back to the person I am. I'm making some good friends here, and they deserve to know who I really am. And if for all of this, or even for nothing else.... simply to show those who view me as the above, can be put to place and realize that nothing about me is surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in the end when it comes to having fun, i would like o be the Samantha in my own personal group, back in high school I was very much a Chandler. I mean everyone wants to be the cool and confident one, and when I'm in my circle of friends I can somewhat be that, more so as we all grow more familiar with each other and the ways of our own personalities, when I'm with people I trust I can be cool and confident. But in real life where the rest of the world is concerned, I'm a reclusive, with a bit of mystery and a hint of nerd, with an odd taste in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiral out....  Whatever Tomorrow Brings...... Wave On.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111908470426118969?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111908470426118969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111908470426118969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111908470426118969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111908470426118969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-back-to-where-you-once-belonged.html' title='Get back to where you once belonged.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111888282423689501</id><published>2005-06-15T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:56:12.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop me if you've heard this one</title><content type='html'>Me and my big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do Italians and Jews have in common?  Some impressive sets of balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pauddumppump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gentleman, I'm starring down the barrel of what is promised to be one hellofa game of Bachie Balls. After letting one crack about shuffle board run on and on with one of my Astroworld friends, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talian&lt;/span&gt;. I find myself settling an argument about which culture played the game first (he's obviously Italian and I'm come from a Christian back ground that reflected Jewish traditions) , or which surface was better to play on, grass or sand ("you know what they say, where there's sand" - Robin Williams, bird cage) and can portoricans(sp?) and Hispanics and other people from various Latin communities actually enjoy such a game. One thing leads to another and this weekend's movie night - or one of the up coming movie nights will be appatized by a game of bachie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on that sentence, I'm thinking maybe Robin Hood Men In Tights, wouldn't be such a bad movie to consider, that and the immortal Princess Bride, or even Arsenic and Old Lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how I get myself into these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tomorrow off, which is good because I can get a jump start on cleaning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt;'s house which is where I'll be for almost 2 weeks straight while he's in Norway. Hopefully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R,&lt;/span&gt; will avoid the house so there can be more then just one movie night... yeah I'm party of a click now, kind of sort of, this isn't a powerful alliance, but that's alright, it's not power I'm interested in, but rather integrety and creativity. And moving on, tomorrow night I have plans to hit a west side coffee shop for some caffeine and jazz. My first chance to semi dress up since well forever and a day ago. I'm thinking pin Stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of this I have developed a really stable crush on someone, who I'm steadily getting to know more and more, but despite everyone's mixed opinions I'm not going to act on it. Some people tell me to lay off and forget about it and others tell me to jump the poor guy because it's obvious to them at least that he wants me too, and since I lack confidence at the time being I'm just gonna sit back, lose the few pounds I gained, kick some ass a Bachie and see what happens from there on, on it's own. Yep the biggest question on my mind is if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; spend Halloween as Bat Man and Robin, do I want to be Black Canary, Huntress or Bat Girl since I'm sure&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; will be Cat Woman.... hey I may not have the best costume at the party, but if we all show up as a Batman cast? We might just win first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111888282423689501?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111888282423689501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111888282423689501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111888282423689501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111888282423689501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/stop-me-if-youve-heard-this-one.html' title='Stop me if you&apos;ve heard this one'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111832740635580682</id><published>2005-06-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:20:40.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long days night</title><content type='html'>So before I get started, I want to say I'm sorry I haven't written. I've been working 10 to 12 hour days for two weeks straight now. And as of right now, I'm not due into work until 11:00 so I have time. I'm trying to distract myself now, because I woke up this morning mostly naked in bed... that's not the strange part, that's actually very normal. No, the strange part is, that I went to sleep fully clothed last night on a couch, and woke up in bed, mostly naked. And I just don't know what happened that caused me to end up there.... but I do know some where along the tipsy, 3 glasses of whine road my other room mate was home, so I'm also avoiding him now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Astroworld has been so much fun! I have a new best friend, I just found out that despite not making lead... which I didn't apply for it, so I'm not worried about it.... I will be given a special ushers job, that has me based in both theaters, rather then just one like everyone else. Two days at showcase, and Three days at Western, so I'm some what told, so fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still this year is the year of the Flirt at Astroworld. Which brings me too the FAB FIVE. Yes, the fab five are a small group of guys I have selected to be some what more specific targets for flirting this season, and who knows maybe more... I am so ready to move on, I'm not talking about a relationship, but If I can find someone to flirt with, hang out with or date with, that could hold the possibility of continuance, that would be nice for the off season. Still point to purpose, because of my Fab Five and my new friends, I'm trying to think of a Key Wording system here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A = Best Asroworld friend.&lt;br /&gt;T =  Fellow Astroworld nerd.&lt;br /&gt;The King =  one of the oldest, but coolest of our click.&lt;br /&gt;D, S,  Val = are all work friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111832740635580682?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111832740635580682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111832740635580682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111832740635580682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111832740635580682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-days-night.html' title='long days night'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111668842884121717</id><published>2005-05-21T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T10:13:50.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Where Dreams Become Realities</title><content type='html'>So a very very good friend of mine graduated yesterday. Seven long years was this in the making, and all I can say is look out Hollywood. It's amazing how we can all be given the same amount of time to do something with our lives and all come out with so many different ends, even when we all start out in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonesy is due June 3rd. And knowing that I'm reminded of how even greats like Johnny Depp go through life lost, with out full purpose until their first son or daughter come along, and they realize why they were meant, and the rest is just siding on a life of Fatherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Model this week showed us that even though a beautiful, yet mysterious exotic ballerina took home the glory and honor of being awarded America's Next Top Model, the home body young woman from Oklahoma standing as runner up, reminds us all that your gut instinct for what you want in your life, is probably right in the end, and no amount of fashion magazines or hours spent infront of the TV can prepare you for a career as a Model and that it dose take more then a pretty face, and as with all art forms, some things are simply forged in natural talent, gifts we take with us, no matter where we go from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111668842884121717?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111668842884121717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111668842884121717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111668842884121717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111668842884121717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/05/week-where-dreams-become-realities.html' title='A Week Where Dreams Become Realities'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111646657977495596</id><published>2005-05-18T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:36:19.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Comforts</title><content type='html'>I think death changes everyone. Some it effects for a short time, others for a long time, and that's not to say the loss of a loved one comes with an expiration date, I'm actually trying to point on the opposite. Effects of a death will linger in us all, forever - until we reach our own evers. The temporary is just how much it all shows on the outside. A friend of my lost a loved one recently, the news had reached this person about ten minutes before they were due on stage. The show went off with out a noticeable hitch and after we were all left standing, wondering what to say and/or what to do next, this person was one of the many cancers I know and care about, and with a cancer, with most cancers, well I just had no clue on what to do or say. And in my moment to act, I feel as if what I offered, a very silent hug wasn't enough, or rather wasn't right. It had just been done from others and we are all different so our offers of comforts should have been different. I knew this, I learned this with Russell, when I was on the receiving end of allot of these particular offerings. So I should have come up with something different, more me. But a hug is a hug and not much from me. Still not even one show later and we are all laughing again. The pain was still there, common sense says it has to be, but you wouldn't have known, no way and no how. I'm now curious to see how things go after the closure is had. There is always the still moments between the death and the wake and further more between a wake and a grave side, The News, The Reality, The Severing. The loss of a loved one, in most situations is allowed three chances to leave it's effect on our hearts and souls, three attempts to alter us perfectly, in hopes of making us better or worse, or if only more aware. Still we are all different, much like the comforts we offer should each be different, so is true that no one death will effect us all in the same way. Even as a whiteness, and I think I speak for everyone in that tiny room on that day, even as a whiteness, we walk away ... Changed even if only momentarily in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111646657977495596?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111646657977495596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111646657977495596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111646657977495596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111646657977495596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/05/different-comforts.html' title='Different Comforts'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111591135397296979</id><published>2005-05-12T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:22:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Of A Time Much Simpler</title><content type='html'>So everyone can guess what I did last night. Honestly, did any of you actually go out and rent it yet? Despite the obvious alcohol influence over me last night, it's still one of the best Black and White films of all time, and sadly it was a bit ahead of it's time. A well thought out story, all I can say is if you rent it and watch it, then no matter how slow it seems, at least watch first 30 to 45 minutes, because like with all good stories, and bout 32 pages in, or in this case minutes is where the story turns and tweaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about doing a conjoined story blog or maybe going back to yahoo, I just want to put an edge to it y'know? Away for me to get back into online play while also displaying to the world that I actually have a talent. I miss being able to step outside of my self and step into the life of "Malcolm Evelynd O'Connell" Or "Iantha Harrison" or "Rick 'TEXSON' Southroad" or "Kittly or Saddie Blake" I miss that. But more then that, I miss the really talented people I worked with, because people who are capable of seeing the bigger picture even when dealing with something that will bring no more profit then the feeling of completion and a peace of mind, I mean those are my kind of people. And I miss all of ya'll. But there is still more like us out there. So it's either that, or.... I take an amateur acting class :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point and purpose, good characters do not deserve to die. More so when they are in their prime, because it took so much soul to bring them to life, and you know when They exist somewhere outside your own proverbial book, because of your influence amongst your peers. Then it's a good character. If I had full control over a comic book company and press, no matter how small, I know a girl in Louisiana and another in New Jersy and another in Ontario, and of course a talented man in Florida and a handful from both Pensilvania and right here in Texas who I would be calling up in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because with the right team of properly inspired writers, there's nothing that Chris Claremont, or Warren Ellis or Jeff Lobe, or Joe Mad. or Alan Moore, or any other comic book great could have that couldn't match, with the right audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Well in the words of Pat Green -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Good Things Fade Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111591135397296979?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111591135397296979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111591135397296979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111591135397296979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111591135397296979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts-of-time-much-simpler.html' title='Random Thoughts Of A Time Much Simpler'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111587148835007205</id><published>2005-05-11T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:18:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go and rent ARSENIC AND OLD LACE&lt;br /&gt;if I hold the power to comand  you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I COMAND YOU TO RENT &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0036613/"&gt;ARSENIC AND OLD LACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you owe me, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm CALLING IN A SOLID YOU OWE ME, GO RENT ARSENIC AND OLD LACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love and/or cherish me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rent&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0790743949/qid=1115871432/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/102-6343920-9054546?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt; ARSENIC AND OLD LACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111587148835007205?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111587148835007205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111587148835007205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111587148835007205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111587148835007205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/05/go-and-rent-arsenic-and-old-lace-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111479093919267080</id><published>2005-04-29T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:08:59.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AstroworldTurns (and inspires)</title><content type='html'>Anyone who ever said Las Vegas is the gaming capital of the US has never lived in Houston, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like anyone who ever said Love Is The Only Game Worth Playing, never worked at Astroworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about people who's stories that make up their lives would send even the most untrusting and timid souls running for the Yahoo Personals!&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for good delivery and cold drinks - not even good drinks - just cold drinks and the occasional comic book movie or sushi or Thai restaurant, we might never be able to forgive each other or our selves in the mornings or afternoons after the hangovers subside.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like anyone who feels Techno has no purpose has never tried ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm 21, I have 2 kinds of friends; ones who are 17 to 20 and those who are 25 and, well older. Now the fucked up thing about this is they say I don't act my age, that I act young. Nevermind the fact I'm only 21. I just don't have the energy for museums and coffee bars, and I can't stomach Indian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;The older you get, the more dramatic you become. Making puberty seem like a cake walk.&lt;br /&gt;I mean when did reality TV become good? And when did it become decided that if your young you have to love yougioh, and if you old you have to like Family Guy??&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't like either, I'm happy with a collection of Invaders Zim and X-Men Evolution, but that's straying from my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT SEEMS LIKE I'M NOT PLAYING BY THE RULES, IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE I'M NOT PLAYING THE GAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111479093919267080?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111479093919267080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111479093919267080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111479093919267080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111479093919267080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/04/astroworldturns-and-inspires.html' title='AstroworldTurns (and inspires)'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111356482017085589</id><published>2005-04-15T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T06:33:40.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitch is back ( j/k )</title><content type='html'>ok first things first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is some one on your friends list you would like to take you, strip you naked, tie you to a bed post, lick you until you scream, then fuck you until your both senseless and unable to fuck anymore, then wait five minutes and do it all over again, then post this exact sentence in YOUR journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/enajra/"&gt;(taken from - groove on divas)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little crude, but I actually have a person/or/persons who do appear on my yahoo IM list that I wouldn't mind having a hellofa bed room time with, just to see how they stack up physically as well as mentally. - I'll leave ya'll to guess amongst yourselves who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after reading a recent post on another &lt;a href="http://meaty.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends' blog&lt;/a&gt;. I'm starting to realize more and more why I am the last person who should have a blog. And yet I'll keep typing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange, how life can die off and then revive it's self, all by it's self, leaving us no real control. I've tried in the past few months to resurrect my life and have failed over and over again. Mostly due to the fact that I'm allot like Constatine in the sense that, If I'm not helping someone, then I'm sitting at home or in a bar drinking. Well he's more of a coffee and smoke, but those things'll kill ya :P&lt;br /&gt;- by the way, cigarettes and coffee, good movie, but not if you have the attention span of a house fly, so if you like garden state and napoleon dynamite, then by all means rent it -&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, tried, failed, tried and failed. Then one day I find myself involved in a conversation about Black Hope House, and trying to explain that though building over an old "slave cemetery" with all of it's voodooliciousness is bad, an Indian Burial ground can be much worse, and no I'm not being byest. And this week I'm digging and searching like crazy to construct a decent astrological profile for two co workers, while at the same time I spent an hour on the phone last night with a guy, who by the way I'm going on a date with tonight, talking about Jim Lee and Batman. I'm even learning html in my free time on the computer, which these moments are few and farther between. I've written a song, began a venture into scratch art. And even find my political views beginning to sway for the first time in over a decade, just don't tell my folks, it would crush them. I still hate liberals (the majority of the nut cases, but c'mon rightys - what the hell are some of ya'll thinking) Now if I can just get an apartment, my life could be in full swing by October, in time for Ren Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by then, I may have even concurred a few of my Yahoo IM hotties :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever tomorrow brings, spiral out and wave on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers darlings' &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111356482017085589?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111356482017085589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111356482017085589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111356482017085589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111356482017085589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/04/bitch-is-back-jk.html' title='the bitch is back ( j/k )'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111324127505255560</id><published>2005-04-12T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:23:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under Music</title><content type='html'>Music unties us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it can bring Elvis (the real on this time :p ) and The Beatles together in a pool room, then just imagine what it can do and has done for the everyday people like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean KISS bridges so many gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if you hate Guns N' Roses, you still can't argue to hard against the idea that they rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we die, I believe we will all be stuck in some car, some where in our lives, singing our heart out to either the Eagles or Steve Miller Band. Or at least Jimmey Buffett or Van Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though Theory of a Dead Man and Piebald may never top major charts, my CD collection would not be balanced without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course there's songwriters like Pat Green and Robert Earl Keen, that are changing country like Eric Clapton changed rock. But most of us, more so Texans will stop for Straight's Amarillo By Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anyone can write what I just did, about music. And every time it will be different, from one person to the next, but anyone can write it, even if it's fill-in-the-blanks. And with that thought and point being made; Music Unites Us All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Come Together and Rock On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out, and Wave On.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111324127505255560?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111324127505255560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111324127505255560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111324127505255560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111324127505255560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-nation-under-music.html' title='One Nation Under Music'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111312808915643141</id><published>2005-04-10T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T05:14:49.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all Friends are Invisable</title><content type='html'>So I just realized mega stars (well in comparison) like David Duchovny, have their own blogs, so I know further more that odds are I'm working with a smaller crowd then I ever fantasize about - still it's obvious someone's reading and for that I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's roughly 5:00 am when I start this, and I'm due in at work by 9:00 am, to sing, dance, play and usher. Tonight was my first chance to really hang out with other people from my department everyone from my fellow ushers to performers to the big wigs that make it all happen. First off there was a nice little Mexican restaurant, where I find DJ already sitting down for his pre-date dinner, yes as well all knew he beat me on the 'who will get the first date'. Hell he has two this weekend. Sitting across from him is our&lt;a href="http://theklone.com/"&gt; Elvis&lt;/a&gt; performer three ushers at the end of the table (including yours truly) and all the bosses at the other, plus one cow boy - my god I love my job. The catholic jokes, much like the salt shakers start flying. One Jewish joke and I'm left as the only one offended. (which is of course short lived, because yeah, I'm cool like that) Oh how I would love to drop a few jokes by ya'll and I know freedom of speech gives me the right, but honestly If I do, my blog will freakishly super star and that just wont help me in any way - not all publicity is good. Up next well all head out to the ice house.... Elvis, two bosses, three Ushers and a surprising cameo by R, a mechanic/friend and his new motorcycle actually make it to the ice house. DJ had a date, Our cow boy and 3rd boss just decided to sit this one out, but that's ok, wont stop us. Knocking back the mild liquors - everyone talks about everything, you know since we already did the religious medley and none of us are touching politics. Blonde moments, arguments about who hasn't seen who's show, who's sadder; RB from being hung up on R still, or me for doing DJ's laundry and paying for half a tab all for the use of his couch 2 nights a week, while I make trip after trip to the juke box, because for a radical change of pace, everyone actually likes my taste in music, like I said, we had all been drinking. Slowly R&amp;amp;R leave us to pick up a truck on Khema (god I know I spelt that wrong) - 2 Ushers go because hell they are under age anyways. After drawn out conversations of mystical realities the last boss finally leaves. and I'm left to flatter and be faltered by the remaining performer. Finally I call it quits, kiss a king and take a hell of a detour, because 610 is no longer found of exit ramps and crash at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111312808915643141?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111312808915643141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111312808915643141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111312808915643141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111312808915643141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-all-friends-are-invisable.html' title='Not all Friends are Invisable'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111264428087821807</id><published>2005-04-04T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:51:20.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Days To Kill</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about Friendships and other sorts of relationships, mostly just trying to figure out why I'm having such a hard time pulling anything of the sorts together in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as Kids, I'm starting to think the only reason why any of us ever made any friends at all, is simply a product of boredom relief. Lets face it, there's school, and home work, chores - if you grew up in a house hold like mine and then there's times like weekends and summers where - again if you grew up in a home like mine, summers were not filled with tropical vacations or cross country trips. So a need presents it self, and friendships are made between local neighboring kids. May not have anything else in common - just the fact that we are all kids with nothing else to do. So Kid friendships are born... Hell in second grade, I met my first - real - best "girl" friend. Basically I was on the play ground when I was approached by a small group of kids, looking for some one to play the YELLOW POWER RANGER. I had never even heard of the Power Rangers, but it was either join in or continue spending my recess time walking circles around the oak tress. ( the roots were kind of cool) So I said yes, they told me I was the Yellow Ranger, introduced me to Lindsey B. who was the new Pink Ranger - she'd never seen the show either. And we all set out to search for other kids to join in the fun, I think there was a total of 7 of us... it would be another year or so before I would finally sit down and watch The Power Rangers, and by then the school year was over and Lindsey and I remained friends for another 3 or 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as adolescents - y'know, the JR High and High School years. For those of us who couldn't hold on to our child hood friends, we would find our selves outsiders in a world full of clicks. Still at that age we our ruled by MTV and other young adult programming, everything in our worlds told us that even as an outsider, we belong to some group. Wait patiently enough and the 'group' will find you. I can't think of how many times I would be out somewhere, 'hanging out' and people coming to me and asking me "Are you a Kicker?" "Are you a Prepy?" "Are you a Goth?" . So even as a LONER I still found my self in a group. Even if the group conceits of like 3 kids. Again it's a matter of boredom, followed closely behind by the need to have a style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm an adult. And in a very annoying fashion, things seem to have changed. And I would like to say that there is less drama and bull shit in this time of my life, in this age 'group' then there ever was as a teenager, but honestly there isn't. Drama isn't something people grow out of... or if it is, it takes a bit more then a decade. And friends, well not exactly a means to an end, it's more of a preference of personal choice. And friendships... good, real friendships... not a person you know on your Phone list or IM List, but real friends... are soooo hard to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111264428087821807?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111264428087821807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111264428087821807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111264428087821807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111264428087821807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/04/five-days-to-kill.html' title='Five Days To Kill'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111232850154970283</id><published>2005-03-31T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:08:21.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all Shook Up</title><content type='html'>So I'll be without internet access for a short while, due to some rushed changes in my life, still while I have access to the world wide web this evening, I plan to use it to my greatest advantage and report to my blog, and cross my every finger that all of ya'll that are of any importance to me remebered this damn thing exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan and I have broken things off. Sure I know as well as the next person it was never meant to be. Amazing it ever was anything as long as it was.  Still with out going into any detail be it active or not in the entire ordeal, I will say this; even though I am walking away from this happy and would not consider rekindling any flame or ember of any sort between us, I am still left feeling a bit out of sorts, and not nessecarily hurt, but disapointed and slightly foolish. Still I would not trade a moment of it in for the world, after all regrets hold us back.  And honestly I have DJ to thank for alot of what I have become since lossing Russell.... and despite arguments made on behalf of many parties, what I have become really isn't all that bad, even if it was not at all planed, or even fully defined at the current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job at AstroWorld, is wonderful. Hands Down the best job I have ever had. My fellow ushers and techs are amazing people, and I could have never dreamed of a better group of people to interact with, my only wish is that the park was open 7 days a week now, instead of the simple 2. I am short on cash, so work is my only real outlet and it is a fun one. I've also in my short time with AstroWorld have developed an appreciation for Elvis... well actually not for the King himself, but rather for his music and how it is upheld by many preformers in today times, doing more the fair justice to the King himself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all Shook Up&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Rock On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lessons to be learned in one here, The music made the man a King, and theres alot more to people then what sparkles and gleams on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I'm now seeking out the oppisite sex again and as well searching for a room mate. And not in the "Killing two birds with one stone" sense.   So any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for gods' sake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111232850154970283?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111232850154970283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111232850154970283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111232850154970283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111232850154970283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-all-shook-up.html' title='I&apos;m all Shook Up'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111144658865460051</id><published>2005-03-21T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:09:48.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Kindof Week</title><content type='html'>I took a week off from the internet world, to just remain focus on my offline life and this is what I have to show for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Job at Astro World, orientation is tomorrow, and it's a Usher position so I'll be working with (slightly with) all the cool people in the Entertainment department, which rocks because I'm already at the parties anyways, now I can say I OFFICIALLY belong there! Leaving DJ as the only non payrolled employee... non payroll because he is contract. So Rock On with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the surface walls are primed and ready for the magic to begin where the remodeling of the house is concerned. Most of the Syle Stone is in place and set designs have been for 2 1/2 rooms - all but the accent stuff. And for R's room, were trying to find that fine line between Fine and Elegant Romance and PIMP. That could take a while. And if we could only decide on which color palette to attack the bathroom with, the votes are - Black And White, Industrial and The Original Maroon and Faded Mint Green. Which ever wins, I'm responsible for making most of it come into reality.&lt;br /&gt;oh happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf - the parrot - is now fully mimicking sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a recent trip to LA for some Casino Action, turned up the fact that I might be capable of getting through a few rounds of Black Jack on the winning end If I can only ignore everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'See it kind of went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ to the right, instructing me with his take on the hand. Me, of course trying to recall all that I had learned on the drive there - while searching my gut feelings. Then to the left of me, two seats over, some 40 year old trying To coach me through - like honestly who asked her? And I mean I could have lived with it and continued on just trying to be nice, with my best face forward, but when another 20-something College boy sat down between the 40 year old and I, she felt the need to ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do You Know How To Play?"  And When He Answered "Yes, Why?" She replied. "Good, teach her, she needs the help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was on a down slide, but that's kind of how it is - you win some you lose some. And earlier I was winning and I understood enough of the game to probably go back up, I mean it was a five Dollar table, not like were talking life savings here. Anyways, that was the final straw, I stood up, took 5 bucks with me , giving the rest back to DJ and continued to play slots. What Can I say it's a pet peeve. The One thing that really gets me, people trying to help me when I really don't need it... I mean yeah I'm still learning the game, but I have my boyfriend right there helping me, I had his friend helping me on the way there - and I know they are good, hell in two nights they brought back a total of like 2,000 dollars. I was relieved later to find out the 40 year old had her fair share of losses and walked away not much better off then when she sat down - if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Again the Gambler and The Drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All just practice at home, so next time I can hopefully avoid such pushy 'elders'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111144658865460051?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111144658865460051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111144658865460051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111144658865460051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111144658865460051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-kindof-week.html' title='Some Kindof Week'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641586.post-111057813240840674</id><published>2005-03-11T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:55:32.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gambler and The Drinker</title><content type='html'>This is the worst time for me to be posting. I'm sure I'm gonna say something I will end up regretting later, but my stomachs empty because I haven't eaten yet, My knees are scraped up because I fell over in a cabinet setting trying to clear the next remodeling spot in the kitchen, I have yet to hear back from anyone about a job and unexpected company just... well unexpected for me, I think I might just kill (figurtively of course) DJ if I later find out that the company was expected and I was never told... Just stopped by to help out. The help is mildly appreciated after three days of working straight through on the house. Never the less, despite the fact that I almost never shriek like a girl (IE: When I fell today in the kitchen, not a peep slipped my lips - to busy trying to react in hopes of making the fall as painless as possible.) And despite the fact that I don't Scrap Book and take part in many other girly hobbies - Despite all of this I am still a Girl, and Girls - most girls hate to be left in the dark on things like company drop in's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I am over reacting, and no I'm not using this as a 'safe note' anyone. I'm just venting. Honestly I feel like awful, my life recently has birthed a light depression - no one can blame me after a close examination of my life. Over all I'm not upset about the drop in or anything else that has occurred, I'm just weary of what's next. When it all comes down to it - I simply would rather be given a heads-up and deal with the communication issue later after the fact, then have no warning at all and become blindsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on top of all else, I feel like I'm gambling my time and energy and so much more into the chance of maybe coming through all of this and having won or earned a place to call my own sanctuary - but the stakes are only getting higher and the game is more and more looking like Russian Roulette then Black Jack - card counting wont help ya here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I need something stable to rely on. And sure I have my family. But understandably so I really don't want to have to go home and start over... Pride can be a good thing sometimes. I need something stable to rely on and this world that surrounds me, I just don't have that. I know all I really need to do is trust, but that's bitten me in the ass before many times.. maybe all I need to do is have Faith, I'm trying - but it's not an over night thing. So I'm working. And it's a gamble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, back in JR High and High School, Jonesy and I used to plan out our trips to New Orleans, She always planed to Gamble - I always planed to Drink. The Gambler and The Drinker... a wonderful pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how even back then She and I always knew the roles we were meant to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiral Out, Whatever Tomorrow Brings   and Wave On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Darlings'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641586-111057813240840674?l=januarynineteenth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/feeds/111057813240840674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641586&amp;postID=111057813240840674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111057813240840674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641586/posts/default/111057813240840674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://januarynineteenth.blogspot.com/2005/03/gambler-and-drinker.html' title='The Gambler and The Drinker'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17073146635196741187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
