Merry Christmas

So it's Christmas! (if you start singing that John Lennon song I'll cut you).

The best Christmas present I could possibly ever ask for was GETTING THE HECK OUTTA DODGE (Dominica). I don't know why I do this to myself, but invariably there's a class that comes down to the wire, and it was pharm!! (yet again). I literally passed by two points. I'm not that proud of that fact, but at this point I'll take it because it lets me move forward. I've had several friends along the way have to repeat because they "missed it by one or two points"... so I'll happily accept PASSING by one or two points to prevent such an occurrence. It's a little surreal to think I won't be going back there any time soon (if ever). It is a LITTLE sad. There are one or two people there whom I wouldn't mind seeing more of...But I'm elated never to have to board that flight in SJU again (Unless I'm getting paid to!!)

I'm now allowing myself to think about Miami. I'm finalizing arrangements and starting to put together lists for the move. It's going to be interesting. Some of it is indeed a bit ridiculous the amount of STUFF I'm going to need for just four months. Some of it is just excess to treat myself for living in a dump for 16 months. I'll need furniture in the future, so might as well buy it now. The cost to rent pieces for the time I'm there is more than the cost of some of the pieces anyway. It creates a small logistical issue, but just one. Oh well, Miami, Miami...you've got style...

A Post I wrote like two weeks ago...but never published...Ooops.

I'm so ready to go home, but I'm so wary of EVERYTHING that has to occur then (those in the know know more or less what I'm saying without really saying it, haha). There's just so much to do. I've got one or two more things to square up for my apartment before I can move in.

A political note

http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/12/09/tax.plan/index.html?hpt=T1
It's no secret that I'm not a fan of the Obama administration. He was the first POTUS to be elected in an American Idol-style election. Is it too much to hope we've learned our lesson about that one??

Personally, I think this goes beyond the issue-at-hand. I think the DNC is getting ready to hang the President out to dry. He ran a great campaign, and he just happened to have someone loonier and even more clueless than he is in the House to push his agenda (if you can even call it that) through. Then it all went South when he couldn't deliver the moon that he'd promised. It's going to be an interesting election (I'm sensing a 1980 Reagan-Carter election).

Yet another rambling whiney post...

Aren't you thrilled??

I'm so ready to go. So ready to be done. At this point it's just apathy, nothing else. I feel like I couldn't pay attention to anything if my life depended on it. I literally have no ability to focus right now. Shoot me somebody??? Kthnxbai.

When I get stressed my aggravation is usually focused on one or two people...rightly or wrongly...and I don't like that. I need a time machine. I'm ready to move on. I'm tired of the stasis that is this island. Nowhere to go, nothing to do, nobody new to meet. It's always the same cycle. I'm so ready to be at home where not only my friends are, but there are new people to meet, prospects, chances, opportunities, and just plain variety. For a very long time I've been a bit of a lone wolf, recently that's begun to change, and it's incredibly frustrating, because I'm HERE...and who wants to get involved with that...Perhaps being here has made me more aware of my desire for companionship simply because there was no opportunity, regardless of whether I ignored it or not. Skype is only so good...

It doesn't look like I'll be with any of my close friends come January. Three are going to Michigan (which, to be frank, I anticipate will end in an all-out disaster). Even more are scheduled to still be here. As harsh as it sounds...some of them I'm glad I don't have deal with day and in and day out anymore...the drama is just too much. Some I will miss a lot.

Perhaps I'll go find myself some vermouth, and make myself a martini, shaken, not stirred.

"Heaven, Heartache, and the Power of Love"

Heaven, heartache and the power of love

They say up in Heaven the streets are gold
Once you get past the Pearly Gates
And the angels are singin'
At the top of a dove white staircase

And I say heartache can burn you down like hell
Leave you beggin', "Baby, please don't go"
'Til you're scrapin' rock bottom
And cryin' in a deep dark hole

Oh, and love can make you fly like a rocket
Put you on top of the world

I'm talkin' 'bout
Heaven is where I hope I'm goin'
Heartache, that's where I've been
Heaven, heartache and the power of love

Well, the preacher says when your time is up
You take a chariot to the Lord
Well, I'm hopin' my chariot's
A torch red Thunderbird Ford

And my old flame said
"I hate to break it to you, darlin'
I was born the leavin' kind"
Left me standin' in the dark
Cryin', "Why baby, why baby, why?"

Oh, but real love's got me back in the saddle
Shoutin' amen again

That's what I know about
Heaven is where I hope I'm goin'
Heartache, that's where I've been
Heaven, heartache and the power of love

I gotta keep lovin' and livin'
And learnin' and burnin'
Movin' on down the road

Heaven is where I hope I'm goin'
Heartache, that's where I've been
Heaven, heartache and the power of

Heaven, it's where I hope I'm goin'
Heartache, that's where I've been
Heaven, heartache and the power of love
Heaven, heartache and the power of love

Heaven, where I hope I'm goin'
Heartache, that's where I've been
Heaven, heartache

Heaven, that's where I'm goin'
Heartache, oh, that's where I've been
Heaven, that's where I hope I'm goin' 

The Most Bizarre Dream

The dream occurred in that delightful space between asleep and awake (the place where Tink will always be with Peter Pan for those familiar with the movie “Hook”.)

My Canuck and I were at a part with a bunch of other people, when suddenly she pulls out an Erlenmeyer flask (!!!!!) and puts some rocks of crack in it. That should’ve been my first clue that this was a dream...but then again...Canuck is certifiably nuts. She passed (the Erlenmeyer full of crack) to Yauser (Yauser!) and she took some, then she went all ghetto/gangsta Canuck on me (PS, does that great white nation of Canada even have a ghetto? If it’s indeed the most awesome place in the world you’d think it wouldn’t...) and went all hoopdy on me trying to take a hit (from the Erlenmeyer) of crack...

Fast forward about fifteen minutes and I’m on a stage (somewhere, I’m not sure where) and apparently the Ice Truck Killer is trying to kill me, but he’s in a costume, and keeps throwing things at me on stage. Fast forward a few more minutes, and I’m at Deborah Morgan’s apartment...trying to not only latch, but merely CLOSE a door that for some reason keeps getting slammed open, and is straining against the latch, deadbolt, and chain, just to keep the Ice Truck Killer away...I was then awoken by a purring cat in my face. W.T.F 

Did I mention that when I finally woke up this morning I felt like I had been on a serious bender and I was dizzy and groggy for at least thirty minutes after waking up. That never happens. Who tried to date rape me last night???

Because I have too much time on my hands...and am way too easily amused

Ignore the goofy voice...