Finding You

If I could find you right now
My life would be better somehow
If you could just be here with me
As if we were meant to be
We would always be together
Living as one forever
All my dreams would come true
If I could just find you

I’ve looked high and looked low
Not sure which direction to go
I’ve searched everywhere
And people are starting to stare
As I stand in the middle of town
With my tears falling down
Showing no sign of shame
As I keep calling your name

I can’t wait for you to find me
It’s hell being this lonely
I’ve not the patience to wait
This is not better left to fate
I need you to be near
I have to get you here
All my dreams would come true
If I could just find you

Geek girl crush...

As I mentioned before, Mistress Violet lives with Mr. Super-Cool Boyfriend. He is a hard core geek with some mad skills. Impressed doesn't even cover my reaction. Cams, motion sensors, the hum of multiple CPU's. This geek girl was in heaven. And on top of that he's such a sweet guy that he never even snickered when I broke out my IBM ThinkPad A20m 2628. Don't laugh. It was given to me for free.

So Mr. Super-Cool BF has some very interesting and geeky friends. The ones at the party kept me entertained all night. I hope they'll all forgive me if over the next few posts I gush a little. It's just that I want to be these guys when I grow up.

My first geek fangirl moment of the night was a personal tour of this website. HoboMotion.com. What a concept! I was blown away and quite amused. What could be better than a geek guy with a wicked sense of humor?!

So thank you Patrick, Nick, & Mike for giving this geek girl something to aspire to and fantasize about. :P

Everybody's working for the weekend...

I'm finding it exhausting policing what I reveal in my blog. I know it's for my own safety because there are some very scary people out there. But holding back isn't natural to me. So I've decided that I'm not going to worry about it so much anymore. Don't panic, Cleggy. I'm not going to start posting my address, phone number, real name, or any pics of myself.

Having said that...

I live in Houston. There I said it. And see Cleggy, the world didn't end. :P

As I was saying, I live in Houston and my oldest friend, Mistress Violet, lives in Dallas. This past Saturday she had a birthday party. I'd been looking forward to going for over a week and when Wednesday night rolled around I got violently ill. I say violently because I now know the true definition of projectile vomiting. Ugh.

On top of being really sick I was bummed because I wasn't fit for traveling. I called in sick to work on Thursday, dealt with attitude from my stressed and pregnant boss, and spent most of the day in bed wishing I could just die and get it over with. Friday morning dawned and I felt like hell, but since that was an improvement over the day before, I went in to work.

I was so tired that the day was almost painful, but I decided that I was upright so I was still going to Dallas. Not to mention that another friend was driving in from San Antonio just to pick me up and take me to Dallas. I have no car at the moment and MV wanted me at her party so badly she found me a ride. How can you say no to that?

So I get off my evening bus after 7pm, run into my apartment, throw random clothes in a bag, and head in the general direction of Dallas. Many stops later we are finally starting to make our way out of Houston. Despite the fact that the friend behind the wheel was nice enough to go far out of her way to get me, for most of the ride there I desperately want her to pull over so I can do the driving. A trip that takes less than 4 hours took over 5. I'm usually a patient person but I do have my limits.

We arrive after 1am and proceed to stay up far too late because MV and I haven't seen each other in nearly a year. The next morning I get up and go have breakfast with my brother. IHOP is my home away from home. How can you not love a place that serves breakfast 24/7 and EVERYTHING comes with pancakes?!

Back to MV's house to hang out with her super cool boyfriend. While the other girls are out shopping and having their hair done, this geek girl was breaking out the lappy back at the hacienda. I don't wear earrings, I own enough shoes (yes, Cleggy, I DID just say that), and a brush was all my hair needed.

A few hours later the party starts winding up. I'm not much of a party girl and I'm basically pretty shy. I knew maybe 7 people at this party, but I decided that wasn't going to stop me from having a good time.

I met some very cool new people. I got to see another old friend who I hadn't seen in over a year. And I got to make fun of lots of people singing karaoke. Karaoke. The Japanese word for painfully off key. And if you don't get drunk enough to get up and try it then you can lurk in the back and laugh at those that do. Good times.

I somehow managed to be in bed and asleep when the sun came up, but I think it was a close race. Just after 11am I'm awakened by Mr. Super-Cool BF calling MV to come and see the water coming into the house. Wee! Cue the storm party.

While MV & Mr. Super-Cool BF are working hard with a couple of handy-men friends to fix the water problem, me and several friends are watching the storm coverage on TV. Big nasty storms collide and flash floods ensue. We began searching each remote for that one ray of joy in any flood in the South. Yes, you guessed it. The redneck with a mullet in a canoe hauling his TV, hunting dog, shotgun, and fishing gear to safety. The wife & kids can fend for themselves.

Hours of idiots in Mazdas and Volkswagens trying to drive through water, reporters looking like drowned rats, and even shots of Six Flags (local amusement park) under water. Footage from the air. Footage from the ground. Reporters in knee-deep water. Reporters in high winds. Reporters in helicopters.

And not one damn redneck to be seen! What is this world coming to?!?!?!

Disappointed I finally left Dallas after 7pm. Due to the continued bad weather I didn't get home until after 1am. Let's just say that the next day at work is a bit of a blur. Geez was I tired. And right now I'm just living for Saturday. Almost there.

More details to come...

Tagged by Cleggy...

WoW! Tagging is fun (and that STILL sounds dirty)...


1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was behind you?
The ladies bathroom at work. Would have managed to avoid even that but I looked up as I was leaving to keep from running into a lady coming in.

2. How much cash did you spend yesterday?
About $125 (that's a partial refill of a prescription and a few odds & ends).

3. What's a word that rhymes with mist?
Kissed.

4. Favorite planet, on which you would live, if you could?
Saturn has pretty rings, but I'm betting Pluto is closer to my favorite temperature.

5. Who is the last person you kissed?
Steven.

6. What is your favourite ring on your phone?
Kim Possible "Kimmunicator" beep.

7. What is the last band shirt you wore?
Does my marching band shirt count?

8. What do you think of yourself?
I have a nice personality.

9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?
*looks are her bare feet*

10. Night light or pitch black?
Night light.

11. What do you think about the (previous) person who took this?
I love him.

12. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Sleeping badly

13. What did your last text message say that you received?
"The Cheat's behind the friggin' box!"

14. Where is the nearest Valero?
About 5 miles away.

15. What's something that you say a lot?
"Dude."

16. Who told you they loved you last?
Mistress Violet

17. Last furry thing you touched?
A gorgeous kitty named Line Noise.

18. How many drugs have you done in the past 3 days?
Trust me, you don't want the list. But don't get excited. They are all prescription.

19. Favourite age you have been so far?
This one is good.

20. Your worst enemy?
Those who know me well would say the sun.

21. What is your current desktop picture?
At work, Stonehenge.
At home, a picture a really close friend sent me called "Melody".

22. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"Thank you and have a nice night." To the bus driver as I got off at my stop.

23. How do you like your eggs?
At IHOP.

24. Do you like someone?
Yup and I'm going to pass him a note in study hall tomorrow and tell him.

25. The last song you listened to?
Louis Bertignac & Carla Bruni, "Les Froleuses" because I downloaded the link Cleggy posted. :P



Tag-apalooza...
Mistress Violet, Vegas Vixen, Margo (stop ignoring my tags woman!), and anyone else who enjoys tagging. :P

Tagged...

Well actually I sort of tagged myself (that almost sounds dirty) after reading Todd's list. I posted my list in his comments but since then have decided it would make a good blog. Plus then I could tag a few people (that DOES sound dirty).

Name ten (seven wasn't enough) songs, old or new, that you're really enjoying right now.

1. "Not Going Home" by The Elected
2. "Would You Come With Me" by The Elected
3. "How Do You Love" by Collective Soul
4. "Little Round Mirrors" by Harvey Danger
5. "My Degeneration" by Moke
6. "Invisible Girl" by Minnie Driver
7. "Extraordinary Machine" by Fiona Apple
8. "Pull Me In Tighter" by Rilo Kiley
9. "Does He Love You" by Rilo Kiley
10. "Through My Door" by The Muckrakers



Now for the tagging....

1. Cleggy
2. Margo
3. Mistress Violet
4. Laslo
5. WendyDarling
6. Queen B


Can't wait to see your lists. And maybe in a later blog I'll elaborate on why each of these songs are getting a LOT of play time on the royal MP3 player. :)

My entry for Flash Fiction Friday #28

The realization slowly dawned on me...

That my very first entry for Purgatorian's Flash Fiction Friday was going to embarrass not only myself but everyone ever connected to me. My third grade teacher would probably change professions. My family would disown me. My friends would enter the Witness Protection Program. By the time I was done I'd be alone and I'd finally have an answer to the question "Can anyone here you scream in cyberspace?"

Or maybe it would just end up being another one of my barely read blogs.

I'm betting the later.

So where was I?


The realization slowly dawned on me that I was a stalker. I could deny it all I wanted, but it was the truth. At any given moment of the day I knew where he was (11:12 pm - home in bed, Egyptian cotton sheets, green). I knew what kind of car he drove (a blue 1996 Volkswagen Jetta, license plate DWE 625). I knew where he lived (216 East Watson, #908). I knew all his phone numbers (home 555-324-1378, cell 555-879-0910, work 555-225-1536, parents 555-645-8723, married sister 555-451-6502, unmarried sister 555-329-1655, & best friend in junior high he no longer speaks to 555-487-7794). I knew where he went to school (Gilliam Elementary, Chapman Middle School, Bennett High School, and Elton Junior College). I knew the name of the first girl he kissed (Jenny Lewis, in the 8th grade, behind the monkey bars, on a dare). I knew the name of his first crush (Monica Bellucci, she had amazing lips and thinking about them all the time nearly caused him to fail his senior year). I knew about his first job (Dunkin Donuts, it's where he first noticed Monica while she was eating a raspberry jelly doughnut). I knew he had three unpaid parking tickets (they're in my left desk drawer). I knew his middle name (Francis, after his father but he tells his buddies it's Frank). I knew when he went to the gym (Tuesday & Thursday nights and Saturday afternoons). I even knew the colour of his favorite pair of underwear (actually they're leopard print).

I just can't deny it any longer. I am stalking him. He's become an obsession. Some days I call in sick to work just to follow him around. He's starting to notice too. I mean how many times can you see the same car behind you before you wonder if it's following you? How many times can you see the same woman turn up in your path before you start to realize she knows your name?

I just can't help myself. He's like the Pied Piper. I even hear music playing when I see him. The same song over and over. "Pop Goes the Weasel" I can hear it right now in fact. OMG! It's him!

It's the ice cream man!!!

Places I don't ever want to go...

1. A 24 hour video store with a preview center.

2. A public bus with the bus driver on a cell phone.

3. Restaurant with sign "Pay no attention to the restaurant report."

4. Convenience store with sign "Come inside after you get gas."

5. All you can eat cabbage & sauerkraut night at the local buffet.

6. Any half off sale at a women's store.

7. The photography place that shares an office with an adult video store. They also accept Western Union. *shudders*

8. The beauty shop down the street with hair pieces hanging in the window like scalps.

9. The bar down the street that has a wet t-shirt night the same night as ladies night.

10. The gas station on the corner owned by the man that gets gas across the street.

Observations on a bus (part 3)...

The world flies past the window in a blur and the setting sun washes everything in a creamy butterscotch colour. The dotted lines on the freeway blend into one long line that leads us all toward home.

The bus rounds a corner and the usually packed freeway is nearly empty of cars. We are all pressed back into our seats as the bus picks up speed. The blurred landscape adds to the feeling of flying as we top a hill and begin to rocket down the other side. Gravity seems to lose it's hold on us as we reach the bottom of the hill. I see the driver grinning in his overhead mirror when he sees that many passengers are holding their arms in the air like on a roller coaster ride.

Our collective excitement seeps out as someone in the back yells, "Woo hoo!" Amid the scattered laughter you can hear the breathless joy of the long forgotten children in each of us. "Can we do that again?" someone else asks.

"Afraid not," the driver says with disappointment clear in his voice. Then we all notice the building traffic in front of us. The bus slows and exits after a few more miles.

As the bus rolls to a halt at the first stop after our freeway ride, the driver's voice crackles to life over the intercom. "Today's E-ticket ride was brought to you by the nice folks at the Metropolitan Transit Authority. We hope you enjoyed the ride and be sure to tell your friends. Ya'll have a nice night."

Observations on a bus (part 2)...

The bus jerks to a stop and the doors open with a rush of air and tiny raindrops. A girl steps aboard, pays her fare, and quickly finds a seat. She’s as wet as everyone else from the rain, but somehow on her it looks good. Her headphones play music only she can hear and we can all see how the music effects her by the rhythmic movement of her head.

The rest of us lurch first one way then the other as the bus lumbers along at an unhealthy speed, but the girl only sways slightly as if she’s subject to a different gravity. Her grip on her copy of PASTE magazine never loosens and her attention never strays from the mesmerizing words on the pages in her hand.

Her tempo slows as the song changes and the bus makes another rough stop. In the brief silence, the girl starts to hum. Within moments the sound of her voice begins to rise above the mechanical din of the aging bus. Sweet and clear, the girl’s voice draws every eye toward her.

“Sky above, endless and ever blue
Filled with stars, shining their light on you
They're there when you're feeling scared
You're all alone,
They’ll lead you home.
Home
Angel, look what you've come to.
Like the deep blue sea
Love is all around you.
It's there when you're standing tall
It'll be there when you fall
It's at the edge of all the dreams you’ll dream”

With someone else’s words but an emotion all her own, she enraptures us all. An audience held captive more by her voice than by the metal transport.

Her song ends as the bus shudders to an abrupt halt. The girl gracefully rises to her feet and exits the bus. Time seems to pause as if the world is suspended momentarily. Then the spell breaks and we return to our lives as they were before an angel rode beside us.

My Word Cloud...

I've been fascinated by everyone else's so I finally did one of my own. It was fun. :)

Observations on a bus...

The bus pulls to a halt past the usual bus stop. As riders are stepping off, the bus driver unbuckles his seatbelt and follows them out. Those of us left watch him walk back up the road we came down and into a Walgreens on the corner. We all desperately hope he's going in to pick up a soda, gum, or even some condoms and not the prescription he forgot to take this morning. The waiting begins.

For the first few minutes everyone is quiet and still as if he might suddenly reappear and chastise us for being disorderly children. Then a murmur starts in the back, moving forward like ripples in a pond. We all slowly go back to what we were doing before our driver seemingly abandoned ship.

As our moods elevate, someone in the back offers to take the wheel and the man next to me demands to see his driver's license. Everyone laughs. A lady near the middle wonders out loud if anyone could even operate the bus with all its buttons & pedals. Our self-elected wheelman hollers at me, "Hey blonde girl, you're the closest. Can you show me how to operate it?"

"Dude, I wasn't paying attention. I had no idea there would be a quiz later," I quip. Laughter ripples through the bus again.

"No worries," wheelman says and starts walking towards the front of the bus. "I'll figure it out."

Just then the bus driver steps back onto the bus. "No need, son. I didn't go home. I just went for a snack."

"Did you bring enough for everyone?" someone asks.

"Sure," the driver replies. "But you're all going to have to take really tiny bites."

There's another wave of laughter as the bus rumbles back into action. I look up and meet the driver's eyes in his overhead mirror. We exchange smiles and are homeward bound again.

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