Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Where has the summer gone? They lock it inside a closet at night in the health club where I work. I've grown flabby. I work at a gym. Inside. I've started having panic attacks. I'm not sure why.

There are millions of people in the word who have no idea you exist. They don't give a shit what color your hair is or if you have roots the size of texas. They don't care how pale you are or what sheets you have in your college dorm room. And they don't give a flying fuck what your mother thinks. The only reason any of these people might ever even have one iota of knowledge to your whereabouts is if you get off your ass and do something fantastic.

Stop worrying about money. Stop worrying about what car you drive or where your going to college. Stop thinking about the kids you might not have with the man you might not be with in 10 years. Stop panicking about wether you'll be able to find a job when you graduate. For all the Universe knows you could be a fire performer living on a small island off the coast of asia by then. You could die. You could not die. Living in "Suburban America" means you have a chance of getting cancer or an intestinal disease. It also means you don't. Who The Fuck Knows. We sure don't. And I'm pretty sure none of the fortune tellers at Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo do either. Quit Worrying. Your grandmother says 10 Novenas every morning so you don't have to. Take that as a promise for health and sanity. But we can't promise too much else. Or that'd be cheating.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Right now. This second. In the middle of the night in a hotel in San Antonio, Texas, where you parents are snoring in the bed next to you.

You are made up of millions of particles and molecules. Matter. Magic Space Plasma. Just like everything else.

And just like everything else, you are breaking down second by second. Minute by minute your body loses a cell or sheds a layer. So make the most of it. If you wanna have pink hair, have pink hair. If you wanna drive a fucking hearse, drive a fucking hearse. Get tattooed. Get married. Move to Oslo. Become a lesbian. Start a business. Join a church. Have a baby. Colonize the moon with teacup schnauzer puppies. Just Fucking Do It.

Do Something Great.

Anything. Right Now.

Because today is the first day of the rest of your life. And who really cares what your mother's going to think? No One. Thats Who.

I am never going to reach a day sometime in 2022, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, when I look up over my NY Times and think "Thats it! I've reached "The Rest Of My Life". Story over.

Not going to happen. Promise.

Because there will always be something more.

There will always be shoes to buy and bills to pay and art to create.

And no one really gives a fuck how much money you make or babies you have or republicans you voted for.

Because it doesn't matter in the long run.

So create something worth caring about.

Create something that will only happen once.

Preserve a second in history.

Make some people on the small coastal island of fire performers look up from their MacBooks and give a fuck.

If just for a second.

Because Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life.

And Goddamnit. Its Awesome.

Lazy Pazy Yellow Daisy: Reconnecting With Old Friends

I'm the kind of person who wants to have a million things going at once, but is more content to watch someone else do it. This is tragic. But I'm doing a little better nowadays. One thing I let go of was this blog. Another was my crafting and sewing. But I've started posting again, and even signed up for an Etsy. All I'm waiting for is my camera to come on and I'll be up and selling. I got the best username : WunderHaus. I'm so excited I snagged that up. More to come on that.

Last night I wrote a To-Do list. It took up an entire notebook page, two columns. I should get on that soon.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I want to talk about being lazy with friendships. I've moved around a lot. Switched schools, went to summer camps, did performances, and changed states, and I've met a lot of people. The problem is, I'm too lazy to keep in touch with them. Sometimes I worry that it may be a genetic hate for most company, but, honestly, at the time of meeting these new friends, I really enjoyed them. Maybe its a fear of rejection or commitment to a friendship. But mostly I'm just lazy.

I dream of being an "International Playgirl" to quote Gala Darling, but often I find myself not responding to emails, lacking visits, and all in all not knowing what to say to people who are not in my immediate life circle. That not to say that I'm anti-social, awkward, or lack a back stock of fun exciting stories. I just find it hard sometimes to keep up friendships long past.

However, as I approach my senior year of high school, I realize that its important to keep in touch with the people you actually like, because those numbers will shrink as we all part our separate ways. I think about going to college and losing touch with the people I've grown to love. The ones I hope I'll get off my ass and go visit in our uncertain future.

But in the midst of all the internal hub-bub there is a light. You see, recently a friend of mine from when I lived in Florida as a little girl (2nd and 3rd grade) got back in touch with me after two years of not hearing from each other. Little did he know, he became my saving grace from my little cave of a social circle. It was so amazing to find out that after all these years of not seeing each other, all the growing and changing, we can still have nice chats and relate to each other. It just goes to show that even thought I may not be buddy-buddy with a lot of people in my town, there are plenty of other people who I'd love to spend time with. Hey, in this day and age the world is small. In fact he may come visit me this summer. Its just a 12 hour drive. Not too bad, right?

So, Lovelies, I invite you to reconnect and reach across the globe. Lets open our eyes to the many people in this world. The vast number of people we can love and laugh with.

The world is much smaller than we think.









Words Of Exit: Who Killed Amanda Palmer? Someone please figure it out!

Somthing Wicked This Way Bloggs

I have made my blogging debut!

My best friend Marianna's dad is a photographer for the local news paper and they needed someone to blog about their "Harry Potter Experience" and I was asked to do the job!!!

Here it is: My Enchanted Blogging

Good friends, I Have Arrived

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Words of exit: He Lives!

Capital T

Capital T
Like Things.
Important Things.
With a Capital T.

Tragedy.
Mildly important.

Tacos.
Mmm. Not quite.

Trains.
Not my favorite thing.

Theodore Roosevelt.
Important.

Theodore, from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Very Important.

Toro.
As in Ray Toro.
Extremely Important.

Time.
Completely irreverent!

Trash.
Not as important as people make it out to be.

Trailers.
Unimportant.

Theater.
Depends on the person.

Tops.
Shirt, bottle, etc.
Necessary. Therefore Important.

Therefore.
Snobbish word.

The.
Most important word Ever.

Teacups.
More important than Trains.

Things.
Stuff.
Important.
PersonPlace
Thing.

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Words of exit: "But things. Things. Capital T Things. Are deeply and irrevocably unknowable." - The Guy.
From "Life/Play" on 1/22/07, called Imprint by Cody Daigle.

No Matter If I Have To Break Your Arms and Legs and Drag You Back, You'll Always Be My Friend

Friends
Everyone has then
Wether they actually exist or not...

Timmy+Cat have many "Real life"

(as in people we've met in person)

friends whom,

inspired by our wonderful inspiration,

have

(almost)

equally
witty blogs that we would like to share with you!

Sloane
Oswald Is In Love With My Jeans

Aimee'
Confessions of an Entertaining Loser

Aimee'+Katie
Laverne&&Shirley

Danni+Billy
The Fatal Combination

GO ♥ [love] THEM!

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Words of exit: You've Neve Had an Orignal Thought in Your Entire Life...

Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit

Has anyone noticed the "Words of Exit" lovingly posted at the bottom of every post? These phrases/quotes/lyrics are put there to solve your problems, make you think, or spark a laugh.
I have created an archive for then at Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit. Go think them over.

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Words of exit: Everything that comes together, falls apart. -Zen Monks
Love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.