- It's critical to me that you know my favorite color or at least the basic shade. Since I see the world in colors different to other people, colors that have meaning and are interpretted as emotions, you knowing that sea-foam green is my favorite and that I see myself in varied shades of that base color means that you comprehend me a little better than most and you value me. When I ask you your favorite color, it is not out of a random place in conversation. I am either trying to place a color on you, one that I know will help me think of you and your favorites, or I am curious as to if the color I see for you is the same as your favorite color. Colors matter. Please respect that.
- If I am awake and on my laptop late at night, that does not mean I wish to talk to you. It does not mean I wish to interact with you. It means I can't sleep, can't slow my brain, and must find a way to filter out the thoughts. Please don't talk to me. If I was awake because of restlessness that needed to be shared, I would find you and talk.
- There's a potential I could be changed from BTM at WDW. I hope it happens soon and I can go part time. A job here would mean not returning to Hannibal, but it would be an interesting life.
- I wonder when the last book of Wheel of Time will be published and if I will have time to finish the other three before it comes out. I wonder when Sherlock will start filming. I miss that show.
- Yes, actually, you having the TV on does bother me because you will leave the room and the TV will still be on. Not because you think I want to watch, but because you don't actually pay attention and only want the noise for it. Also, the show you're watching is disgusting.
- Why do I still want to snuggle with you? You're seeing somebody. I miss the connection with you. You were the first one I found here in Orlando that had more than just a passing interest in something I was interested in. You even like the same books as I do.
- Follow you down to the red oak tree as the wind moves ... beneath the hollow reeds...
- I hate not remembering all the lyrics to a song.
- I'm changing the URL and title of this blog. Well. Not the sugar with madness part. Except that may become the URL. Then I'll just need a new title. That would be easier than the other. Hmm. But this isn't a Disney blog and I hate blogging about Disney b/c it's mostly depressing and I don't like being depressing and a downer all the time. So it's going to be what my old blog was: an online diary of thoughts, life, and occasionally what's on my future planbook.
- 53 hours is a really long time. And one day off sucks. I would like two days, please.
- I'm planning on doing NaNoWriMo again and my story is Robin Hood as a pirate. I think it's turning out to be pretty epic. Or not. I don't know. I've also got a Sherlock Holmes thing in the works. But everybody is an animal. So yes, Sherlock is an otter and Watson is a hedgehog. Still tossing around ideas for Hudson. Chicken could work. She's basically a modern-human version of Lady Kluck from the animated Robin Hood. I just don't feel like a chicken fits the theme. I miss writing. I can't wait to have an excuse to do it more/ have something as a goal that motivates me.
- Why is the heart the seat of emotion? There was a weird eHarmony commerical. Made me think about it.
I'm taking longer to write bullets so I'll leave these 50 shades of Elle as your monthly nugget. Maybe I'll have something to post about later. Who knows?
Oh. It's Sings sweet beneath the hollow reeds. I think.
