jazzicaljamie
Mecca.
A place of pilgrimage.
A travel full of self exploration and discovery.
Did technology and development help with that?
maybe.
maybe... not.
A mechanism of self discovery could be a person's real mecca.
Local food is the greatest. I don't like telling people how much I love shopping local and how much I love my co-op because I don't like them thinking I'm a big "hipster", but it's just the truth. I love knowing who made or grew my food. Should I feel shamed not to geek about this?
I wish I could make a generator that was a "no fear, no pain" generator. I can't, but I wish I could. I want to take all of the pain that he's feeling from his body, I want to take the fear and anxiety from all of those who love him. But that's the thing; we all love him, and we're all going to worry regardless. Even if there's nothing to worry about. Still, I wish I could take his pain away...
My life is like a gallery; with an assortment of memories in my head to look at when times get tough. You can look through and see all those small things that made that one day really special. Those small memories are what can get me through times like this, when all I want is to hide in the past.
I instantly thought, "cast of a show". Then I realized, I don't watch much TV.
What it brought me back to is my father and fishing with him. A roll cast. Casting in the back yard. Getting chased with fishing line by those older than us, playing "tag". Childhood memories rock.
Wow. Chocolate and I have a love-hate relationship right now. Because I'm dieting, see, and I can't eat it as frequently as my heart desires. More importantly, I cannot afford to buy good chocolate. Oh, the joys of being a college student. Someday, I'll just get fat and eat as much chocolate as I want. <3
(I should be studying, and I shouldn't be on oneword)
Microphone made me think of a song I use to love by Utada Hikaru, and it was "easy breezy". Good song, good times. I always wish I could be so comfortable as to sing into a microphone; it's one of my greatest fears. I'd rather do that, though, than have to dance around on stage.
Oh - I just remembered. I have done all of those things. I must have forgotten them on purpose or something...Score one for me.
Oh, Ron is afraid of spiders. I'm not really; sure, they are a little gross looking, but I'd rather deal with spiders than rats.
I just always think of Harry Potter, and poor ol' Ron Weasley. He really must hate spiders if that's what he sees when there is a boggart.
Oh the joys of summer! Those were the golden days where I could spend time with all the people I love, with the man I love, and spend the time warm outside in the sun.
Ice cream
Sunshine
Rainy movie days
The drive-in theater
Bonfires
Bug bites
Sun burn
Swimming
Lemonade
Bike rides
Sweaty kisses
Those are all pieces of summer.
My skin has always had blotches. I've been envious of those women with pale, porcline skin, who had clean complexions, who had skin that was matte. I always find myself staring at women, not because they are lovely, but from a jealousy, and desire to have skin without blotches.
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