I’m going to start calling our Moon a new name from now on, Luna is a nice fit (Harry Potter fans rejoice I guess). As for the Sun, shrug, I was always partial to Ra or maybe Flamey McBall, I haven’t decided which one I prefer more.

Here’s hoping they don’t let me down when the album is actually released.

Mercury by Bloc Party

Why? August had made a trade, a deck of cards in return for power over the hearts of all women. Cursed he had become.

He learned, though slowly, what all great harrowed lovers learn: that love is what most surely compels love–is perhaps, except for brute force, the only thing that does, though only (and this was the terrible gift he had been given) when the lover truly believes, as August could, that when his love is strong enough it must surely be returned–and August’s was.

…he came to know that it did not and had not ever contained his power over women: his power over women lay in their power over him.

Imagine having the love of every woman. Imagine not being able to stop loving them. Imagine not being to stop their love from being returned. Imagine endless heartbreaks. A curse indeed.

His role in the novel wasn’t major and in fact there are characters with even more tragic happenings, heroes even, but his short role in those pages was… refreshing. Seeing a gift in a different light. But I guess, sadly, it seems to be one of those curses that you must experience yourself to truly fear. I wouldn’t mind being rewarded with this curse (or cursed with this gift), as I’m sure all of you wouldn’t mind either.

Best.  Dinner.  Ever.

Or maybe I’m doing something wrong, why you ask? Well, um, I think I may have run too much or maybe not right or something… I removed my socks and a couple of the toes in my right foot were bloody.

I think my body hates me.

I sense the weather is shifting, my corporeal self is tired of taking orders from a grey mass which gets all the credit. If nobody hears from me soon, then I have been ravaged in a bloody civil war of personal proportions. This rising coup d’état will be quenched!

I think my mind is starting to hate me too.

Bonus.

1. The extremely warm temperature.
2. The fact that the Porter Square T stop was shut down.
3. Me staring at the incredibly diabolical line at the bus stop to get to Harvard Square.
4. Waiting on the wrong side of the street for the bus to get to Davis Square.
5. Running after the bus headed to Davis Square on the other side of the street.
6. The eye-wateringly bad smell emanating from the guy in front of me in the T.
7. The train stopping at Porter Square, happily showing that people are now in fact allowed to enter the Porter Square T stop, happily making my little unwanted morning adventure worthless.
8. Me wanting to take another shower as I entered work today, late.

This is one of those days that I just need ice-cream, a tight hug… and maybe a beej.

What am I talking about? I think I want to move out of Boston… again.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this, doubtful the move will happen, very doubtful, but then again, nothing is really holding me back either. Honestly, right now, I would completely love to just go to some random country where I didn’t know anybody, get an amazing place, an even better job, a very select few close friends, and just… be.

I think I’m just being selfish again. Maybe I just feel sorry for all the books on my shelf that I still need to read or the movies I have yet to remove from their shrink wrap. It isn’t time or solitude I’m yearning for, but more a feeling of electricity, to be running toward a finishing line, to know that my life is no longer a series of opportune chances.

Here’s hoping a lightening bolt points me in the right direction or at the very least, hits me in the arse and pushes me toward a goal, for better or worse.

I guess I’ll wait for the catalyst. But then again, life doesn’t work for people who wait, nobody wins the lottery without buying a ticket. Or I may not have to move at all…

“The voyage of discovery is not in looking for new landscapes, but in looking with new eyes.”
-Anonymous