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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
you got me
for the first time in a really long time, I feel at home. It is a wonderful, and powerful thing. Generally I'm just on cloud nine..
-Veronica Ashley.
Fireworks and sparks when the fever starts in your eyes tonight
-Veronica Ashley.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
to do:
I need to have more fun...
My last day of Metro Park is this monday... and I don't start Lucky until the 20th. I have decided that I need to spend time with more people who I have not seen in a long time.. reconnect with happy individuals and get myself out of my house.
Anyone who wants to do anything this coming week... call me, or text me. Maybe even a book of the faces message. Let's go see the world and what it has to offer.
Other than that.. a list of things to do:
Finish packing my moms stuff and bring it to my house.
Clean my closet.. finally put my clothes away that have just been sitting in bags and boxes since I moved in.
Clean my car.
Go take pictures of that cememtary I drive by EVERY day.. I see this one statue on top of a grave site every day and every time I see it I think "I need to photograph that.. it's beautiful."
Go visit Block Island... anyone wanna come with?
I can't think anymore.
-V-
My last day of Metro Park is this monday... and I don't start Lucky until the 20th. I have decided that I need to spend time with more people who I have not seen in a long time.. reconnect with happy individuals and get myself out of my house.
Anyone who wants to do anything this coming week... call me, or text me. Maybe even a book of the faces message. Let's go see the world and what it has to offer.
Other than that.. a list of things to do:
Finish packing my moms stuff and bring it to my house.
Clean my closet.. finally put my clothes away that have just been sitting in bags and boxes since I moved in.
Clean my car.
Go take pictures of that cememtary I drive by EVERY day.. I see this one statue on top of a grave site every day and every time I see it I think "I need to photograph that.. it's beautiful."
Go visit Block Island... anyone wanna come with?
I can't think anymore.
-V-
Friday, June 19, 2009
belladonna...
also known as : Deadly Nightshade.
remind me of why I buy herbal remedies in the first place?
I'll just take the Valerian to help me sleep tonight... I'm still doing research on Belladonna and need to be fully aware of what it is I am ingesting into my system. Curse my need for natural remedies.
...yes, squid pro-ro...
-Veronica.
remind me of why I buy herbal remedies in the first place?
I'll just take the Valerian to help me sleep tonight... I'm still doing research on Belladonna and need to be fully aware of what it is I am ingesting into my system. Curse my need for natural remedies.
...yes, squid pro-ro...
-Veronica.
Friday, May 29, 2009
life..
Just the beginning of another chapter... and making my own destiny.
It could be worse, I could be alone
I could be locked in here on my own
like a stone that certainly drops
and it never stops.
I could be lost or I could be saved
calling out from beneath the waves
beaten down by this ocean rain
never again, never again
screaming out from the crests of the waves
it could be worse, it's all sweet
it could be snapped from the jaws of defeat
like a light lit upon a beach
where your heart on your sleeve
oh, you want to stop before you begin
you want to sink when you know you could swim
you want to stop before you begin
never give in, never give in.
screaming out from the crests of the waves
nothing matters
except life and the love you make
nothing matters
except life and the love you make..
V.
It could be worse, I could be alone
I could be locked in here on my own
like a stone that certainly drops
and it never stops.
I could be lost or I could be saved
calling out from beneath the waves
beaten down by this ocean rain
never again, never again
screaming out from the crests of the waves
it could be worse, it's all sweet
it could be snapped from the jaws of defeat
like a light lit upon a beach
where your heart on your sleeve
oh, you want to stop before you begin
you want to sink when you know you could swim
you want to stop before you begin
never give in, never give in.
screaming out from the crests of the waves
nothing matters
except life and the love you make
nothing matters
except life and the love you make..
V.
Friday, April 3, 2009
weird dream..
So today I had like a half day of work and came home from Metro Park around 12:30, and hung out with Caitlin for a while.. got home at like 3pm, and fell asleep on my couch around 5:45pm... any time I sleep in the middle of the day I allllways accidentally fall asleep on my back and have nightmares, or just all out weird dreams. I fell asleep today during the thunderstorm.. so it already set the tone for what was to come. This is what I remember:
I was dancing with this guy in a living room of what was my house I believe. He was whisking me around the floor as if I were Ginger Rogers and he were Fred Astaire. Both smiling at each other, eyes gleaming with happiness. Something was wrong with me though.. my eyes felt really strange, so I started to rub them. I ran into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror to see if I had something in them, and when I looked at myself almost all my eye lashes were gone cause I rubbed my eyes so hard. I took a closer look at my eye lid, and it started to split horizontally open as if someone was slicing it like a bagel. I started screaming bloody murder and ran out of the bathroom and was rushed to a hospital. The hospital was merely just a small house with doctors walking around with blank stares. Almost seemingly gliding along the floor to where they were going. I was sitting there with Caitlin now, and Caitlin got up and started to run away. As she ran and I chased her she kept changing into all these different animals. When I finally caught her the last animal I remember her turning into was a female version of my old siamese cat, Lowell. I took her into my arms and started petting her and she started purring back at me. That's when I woke up...
the only part of this dream I found comforting was when Caitlin turned into my cat. If you understand me at all as a person, and knew Lowell at all when he was alive, you would understand just how much I loved that animal. At the risk of sounding like a 95 year old cat lady, he was like my child basically.. I loved him more than almost anything in this life.. other than my own mother. So, yeh.. I'd say that was the only good part of my dream. To me it meant my psyche was showing me how much I love Caitlin, she's my best friend.. and I love her like my own family.
but.. fucked up, no?
--Veronica--
I was dancing with this guy in a living room of what was my house I believe. He was whisking me around the floor as if I were Ginger Rogers and he were Fred Astaire. Both smiling at each other, eyes gleaming with happiness. Something was wrong with me though.. my eyes felt really strange, so I started to rub them. I ran into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror to see if I had something in them, and when I looked at myself almost all my eye lashes were gone cause I rubbed my eyes so hard. I took a closer look at my eye lid, and it started to split horizontally open as if someone was slicing it like a bagel. I started screaming bloody murder and ran out of the bathroom and was rushed to a hospital. The hospital was merely just a small house with doctors walking around with blank stares. Almost seemingly gliding along the floor to where they were going. I was sitting there with Caitlin now, and Caitlin got up and started to run away. As she ran and I chased her she kept changing into all these different animals. When I finally caught her the last animal I remember her turning into was a female version of my old siamese cat, Lowell. I took her into my arms and started petting her and she started purring back at me. That's when I woke up...
the only part of this dream I found comforting was when Caitlin turned into my cat. If you understand me at all as a person, and knew Lowell at all when he was alive, you would understand just how much I loved that animal. At the risk of sounding like a 95 year old cat lady, he was like my child basically.. I loved him more than almost anything in this life.. other than my own mother. So, yeh.. I'd say that was the only good part of my dream. To me it meant my psyche was showing me how much I love Caitlin, she's my best friend.. and I love her like my own family.
but.. fucked up, no?
--Veronica--
Sunday, March 22, 2009
waking up
Waking up for me is always a feat. Pulling myself out of my literal cocoon (because at night apparently I roll myself up in my 17 hundred blankets) is approached slowly and calmly. Walking to make a gigantic pot of some very strong coffee this morning I realized that I woke up with a song stuck in my head... the Cheers theme song! This is a frequent happening for me. One that I can remember really well is when my mom came to visit about 1 year ago:
I was sleeping at my house on the couch. It was like 11 or 12 in the afternoon and I went stumbling through my kitchen. Only to find my mother and her boy friend drinking their vanilla chi teas and looking at me very strangely, sarcastic smiles upon their faces. They were indeed smiling like this because of my appearance at that particular wonderful moment in time. I do assume that my hair was probably half in and half out of an elastic, my eyes just barely cracked open, one of them may have even been still closed. And a gentle loving grunt coming from my voice box as I walked by them and my mother said "good morning baby!" You have to understand, I am completely non verbal prior to having coffee in my system when I awake and do not want to have any interaction with the human variety or otherwise. I did in fact happen to open my mouth to speak a short phrase, "something is wrong with me." My mother turned from sarcastic face to serious face in a heart beat and asked, "what's wrong!?" I spoke again, "I woke up with 'you're a grand old flag stuck in my head'." Then passed them by without so much as a smirk. They both of course started hysterically laughing at me and my brains choice of music to have lodged in it lobes.
Now, for serious people.. what is wrong with me? HAHAHA. What on Earth do I possibly dream about that would have me waking up to singing these completely ridiculous tunes?!
..have a nice day. ^_^
Veronica Ashley.
I was sleeping at my house on the couch. It was like 11 or 12 in the afternoon and I went stumbling through my kitchen. Only to find my mother and her boy friend drinking their vanilla chi teas and looking at me very strangely, sarcastic smiles upon their faces. They were indeed smiling like this because of my appearance at that particular wonderful moment in time. I do assume that my hair was probably half in and half out of an elastic, my eyes just barely cracked open, one of them may have even been still closed. And a gentle loving grunt coming from my voice box as I walked by them and my mother said "good morning baby!" You have to understand, I am completely non verbal prior to having coffee in my system when I awake and do not want to have any interaction with the human variety or otherwise. I did in fact happen to open my mouth to speak a short phrase, "something is wrong with me." My mother turned from sarcastic face to serious face in a heart beat and asked, "what's wrong!?" I spoke again, "I woke up with 'you're a grand old flag stuck in my head'." Then passed them by without so much as a smirk. They both of course started hysterically laughing at me and my brains choice of music to have lodged in it lobes.
Now, for serious people.. what is wrong with me? HAHAHA. What on Earth do I possibly dream about that would have me waking up to singing these completely ridiculous tunes?!
..have a nice day. ^_^
Veronica Ashley.
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