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Listen to this album: Angels of the Universe

Kunsertu :: Ghandura

XOXO
Virginia

Thoughts for Today:

I have no idea what I'm doing, or how I ended up here.

I listen to way too much Dane Cook.

My tetas could not be more swollen or hurt more than they do right now.

I've been reading nothing but erotica for the past month.

I just found out the Anna Nicole Smith died and that Britney is in Rehab on the same day.  I should get a TV again.  I'm missing everything.

This song pleases me: Beside You in Time

The latest installment in the insert yourself in art thing with my homies.

This is me in La Donna Velata


This is my friend Millie as Venus Looking on Psyche



XOXO,
Virginia

Your IQ Is 125

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Above Average

My favorite thirty seconds on the human condition.  This little scene here is the vague basis for one of the morally ambiguous priests in my novel...the speech that is, not the character portrayed here.

The novel continues.  This is an alternate first chapter starting around 1793 in the Alix Woods outside of Bagnols, France.  Self-explanitory really.  A man is travelling on horseback through the woods.  Rough draft and all that.  But I feel like I accomplished something so I want to post it. 

XOXO
Virginia

I'm very concerned she has made a rash decision.

Where are you onecrowesorrow ?

This was stolen from kathleendoris.  You take the first line from your first entry each month in your livejournal in the past year.  Mine's a little short as I only started this journal in March.  My list isn't as interesting as it could be though.  But the proposed date for the rough draft of my novel is February 1st.  I'd like to come up with something mildly presentable by March 3rd, which is my brother's birthday.  It has no other real significance than that.  Just as the January date is completely arbitrary.  It's been interesting to watch the the growth of this little baby as a concept amongst my friends and family.  Last night I expressed a desire to leave the party early (around 3 a.m.) and Missy didn't want to go yet.  I said that I wanted to work on my book, and two of my friends there Thomas and James, insisted that Missy take me home immediately....and I quote James; "Some of us have important shit to do, and I mean that in all seriousness."  It's kind of funny.  People keep asking for the page count and whatnot.  I even have one friend who visits me regularly to hear the latest developments in the story like a live action soap opera.  Some other friends have been taking bets on who is going to be the first one to get to read the actual manuscript.    Still doesn't make the poverty anymore pleasant. 

Strudel.

Virginie.

a meditation:

As far back as I can remember I've been not feeling.  I've tried to force myself to feel things, but it doesn't work, because I know they're not real.  Or perhaps my problem would be better stated as a delayed reaction to events.  Some examples: I was sexually assaulted when I was 21, I didn't cry about it until I was 23.  The other day I was half way between sleep and dreams and I heard my father's voice saying my name.  (We haven't spoken in 5 years) My friend asked me "Aren't you going to call him?", I said, "No, if some thing's wrong someone will call."  I'm not trying to appear proud of a cold demeanor by any means.  I'm just saying that it's not happiness/sadness....it's anything.  Fear, apprehension, desire, happiness, sadness, shame, embarrassment, etc.

I also think this is why I feel misunderstood from time to time.  I can write things like "I don't see the point in living." and not have a suicidal thought in my head.  I tried to liken it this way to my friend:  You have a part of your brain that is thinking "All things must inevitably end, things I love will die.", but at the same time you're thinking that, another part of your brain is feeling it.  If that part of a normal person's brain is like a satellite map of New York City at night, with synapses snapping and impulses firing across convolutions of brain tissue and charging up the cerebral cortex.....then that part of my brain is like a flickering buoy in the middle of the ocean at night, with miles of empty water below.  Don't get me wrong I'm perfectly good at aping along, and even pretend just to myself I'm having them.  Sometimes it feels like everyone around me is in on the same joke, and I'm just laughing along, with no idea what the punchline is. 

Forget it.  It's a mystery.

brutally honest personality test....how did I get 99% on each trait?

JZ Knight, a spiritualist from my native stomping grounds talks about the quantum mechanics of an erection.  Its funny to listen to a women who sounds so erudite say "hard-on"....This is taken from the documentary "What the @#$% Do We Know?"  a.k.a. "What the Fuck Do We Know?" or "What the Bleep Do We Know?" 

The documentary is alright as far as dirty new age hippie shit goes, but I watched it because Missy declared that  JZ Knight is who I'm going to be in another thrity or forty years.  I actually took it as a compliment because she's got fucking presence for sure.  And of course we share a philosophy and an obvious love for words and language.



This second clip is a bit more serious, this is JZ Knight explaining the concepts of God, Sin, and Purpose in under one minute.  She nails it in the format to be sure.  Her affect is so peculiar, so genuine yet so rehearsed.  None the less I enjoy her phrasing.





XOXO,
Virginia

I've adopted Nina Simone as my patron saint.  I'll call her My Lady of the Perfect Sorrows.  Enjoy.

XOXO,
Virginia

I was compelled to continue this assault on sophisticated taste.  The "love" scene between Father Ralph and Meggie....which contains I believe, every Hollywood romance cliche....lovers running to each other on the beach, kissing in the water, pillow talk, the sunset falling behind the silhouetted lovers, you know all that good stuff.  I'm told this was risque for television in 1983.  It was considered "the most erotic love scene to ever ignite the home screen."  Obviously before they had WiFi.



Why was Richard Chamberlain considered so hot?  He's not unattractive by any means, but, uh, forget it, its a mystery.


XOXO,
Virginia

The Thorn Birds. I watched it again, and cried my eyes out again. Also I've been rereading the book, and I must say I can't stand the casting now. No one looks like they should. But hey, there's still some swoom worthy moments to be sure. Take a look at Father Ralph and Meggie sharing that first forbidden kiss:





XOXO,
Virginia

You scored as C.G. Jung. You are more of a spiritualist than would be immediately apparent. Some of your notions are questioned by the cynical, but deep down you know the human consciousness is more than the flesh and tissue can account for. You tend to take a scientific observationist look on matters the average person wouldn't even begin to analyze. You personally are responsible for most of the ideas that are floating around in modern psychologist's/psychic's paltry little skulls. On the down side, you tend to be associated with that asshole Freud. C.G. Jung 92% Friedrich Nietzsche 83% Steven Morrissey 75% Mother Teresa 67% Dante Alighieri 67% Stephen Hawking 50% Hugh Hefner 42% Jesus Christ 42% Adolf Hitler 33% Elvis Presley 25% Sigmund Freud 25% O.J. Simpson 25% Charles Manson 17% Miyamoto Musashi 17% What Pseudo Historical Figure Best Suits You? created with QuizFarm.com