all i have to say is wow

i just got off the phone with the wonderlicious miz kittie-kat, who i haven't talked to in, well, a good long while. it felt really nice...
the lovely lady katling is owed much congratulations and many hugs, which i hope to hand out in person at some point.
eep.

i'm all a flutter. which seems kind of silly.
the grand news has little to do with me, but this is the first of my friends to embark on this experience and i'm just pretty excited. creating a new being. that is so...intense.

i listened to my friend this evening, and felt all teary, and thought in cliches about how we're growing up so damn fast, and that love makes the world go round. and how some moments make you realize what matters. sometimes it doesn't have to be buildings falling. this time, i guess it was something that happens every day, to somebody or other. it still seems somehow miraculous to me. i'm being sentimental and silly perhaps, but i feel touched.

i was thinking about all the people and experiences that make up bits of me, and realizing that i really and truly would not change any of them. i have my regrets, and they rip at me sometimes, but i've been blessed. and part of that blessing is to be able to see the love and happiness of the people i care about. i'm an envious little kali-chan sometimes. but i rejoice also.

i wasn't sure if i should post this here. but i decided that i should.
because i have trouble admitting to myself that i do care so much.
but, well, i do. deeply. and i wanted to say it out loud.

if none of that made any sense (as it might not to anyone but me)
all you really need to know is that
i'm feeling a lot of love right now. and it's pretty much outweighing everything else.

same old same old

it doesn't feel like spring.
rainy-chilly-snowy-bone aching-nastiness.

i've got all this stuff to do, and i've left it for the last minute, as per usual. sigh. you'd think i'd learn.

with the week i've had, i didn't get a minute to vent my outrage at the oscars. first of all, the whole production seems especially meaningless this year, more so than usual. (at least the idea of it does, having no TV i didn't watch them.) but that aspect has been completely explored in many another forum, so i'll leave that be.

here's what i'm personally outraged about.
why is it that fantasy is not a respectable art form? why is it that when you put up a schizophrenic nobel laureate against hobbits and elves, the schizo wins by definition?
i've basically devoted my life to the realm of fantasy. it is what i study, what i read, what i love. the world of the imagination, faeryland, is something that is so intrinsically important to me that i can't understand the lack of respect that it commands. all the stories that we tell are fantasies in some sense, movies, books, plays, the little daydreams that fill our heads in lazy moments. why is it lesser somehow if inhabited by magic?

bedraggled and wet

the weather today has been disgusting.
chilly downpour, cutting shrill winds. i got home soaked through, longing for hot chocolate and warm baths.

i need to stop mucking around on LJ and get to work.
it's too bad the weather seems conducive only to snuggles, tv, good books and soup.
i wish i had my pots and pans up here, i could cook something.
although, that is a bad thought. i think i have a new form of eating disorder. i look at my naked body, feel utterly disgusted, and then, i suddenly feel hungry. even if food was the last thing on my mind before.
this is most distressing.
ok, back to work now. i'll work on my image problems later.
(amazing, i can even manage to procrastinate my mental health problems. that's a whole new level of slackerness.)

famous last words

so i ended up cooking something after all (anyone surprised?)
it was kind of an interesting experience...

i found chicken slices in my freezer, so i defrosted them, and stirfried them in olive oil, mixed in crushed tomato, black olives and artichoke hearts. seasoned with garlic, black pepper, rosemary and basil. (i remember being astonished at the way rosemary grows like weeds in san diego). cooked it together with some pasta. definitely not my finest hour, but better than nothing.

ok, now i really mean it.
Back To Work.