live, laugh, love…learn

What have I learned?
That sometimes, no matter how much you try to see the good in someone, or how much good there really may be in them: they may not be good for you or your life.

This was a difficult lesson, but to remain happy and healthy you truly must cut as much negativity out of your life as you possibly can.

I have traditionally failed at this, but no more.

I have finally been able to place myself squarely in front of me and say: me first.

Lesson learned.

Keep it real kids,

❤ ry



I am the paragon of zen serenity.

sometimes just breathing hurts

I think that the hardest part is looking forward.

Because I just can’t see a future that you are not in.

Keep it real kids,

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strange days

My title is from the movie, however I’ve always thought that the movie could have been better, maybe they’ll remake it. Apparently Hollywood is out of fresh ideas.

I’ve got no real reason for this post other than the fact that I said I would try to post weekly (weakly) and I’ve been slacking. Oh and I think I might name my first born Bruce Wayne.

Keep it real kids,

❤ ry

First Tracks of 2011

“A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.”

– Charlie Chaplin

I really enjoy that quote. Most likely because I’ve always been a dreamer, which I’ve lately been translating into being a doer. It’s been a strange and strangely fulfilling couple of weeks. I very much enjoy my at the non-prof, I just wish it was more hours and located a few hundred miles southeast of here.

But you can’t have everything.

The job hunt is going, that’s about the best description I’ve got for it. I’ve been writing query letters, maybe someday, someone will buy my novel.

Keep it real kids.

❤ ry



Technically, my title makes sense-it’s been twenty-eleven for three hours and forty-seven minutes according to my phone, which, of course, is what I’m typing my first post of the new year on.

I don’t make much sense. Ever. It’s kind of how my life works. I’ve tried to fit it into one of those neat little boxes you can check off on government forms and it never quite fits. I’m an anomaly. I’ve made peace with that-but only recently and very tentatively.

I’m having a crisis…I’s like four hours into the new year…again, it’s kinda how I roll. I don’t know what to do or say right now and I’m barely buzzed from NYE at this point. I’m just drained and sad. I’m hopeful, but I don’t know if I really have any right to be.

We’ll see.

Happy New Years.

I hope the year of our lord (judging from advertisements money?) 2011 is better for you than 2010 was.

Keep it real kids.

❤ ry


I’ve decided, nay I’ve RESOLVED to write at least one post per week. The contents of said post may vary, however the spirit of them must remain constant and that spirit is one of change and growth. These are things that I’ve tried to avoid for much of my life. Growth not nearly as much as change. You see I didn’t enjoy the stable root structure that most of my friends were blessed or perhaps cursed with. It has created a strange creature, one that thrives on new experiences, places and people, yet one that at the core, secretly wishes for something constant. I’ve decided that the only constant that one can depend on is change. It’s not an original thought, it’s been said and re-said and discussed and internalized by millions. But what is unique about it now is that I have internalized it and said it and will start to believe it. Nothing can be real to you until and unless you believe it. Choice, it always comes down to choice and I have chosen to believe in that particular idea.

On to bigger and better things then: I came up with another awesome idea for a novel during my flight to DC yesterday. It’s going to be epic in scope and tragic in content, I literally (haha) cannot wait to write it. I have a screenplay kicking around from christmas that my sis and I discussed and it’s just about perfectly maudlin and dramatic that lifetime will prob snap it right up.

In other news it’s almost time to say goodbye to 2010, good riddance to bad rubbish I say.

I’ll be back after the eve to start on my resolution of learning to love change.

Remember to keep it really, really real kids