So, I've gone FO. My flist isn't too big, but there's a lot of very personal and um, sensitive material floating around these parts, so I thought I'd do the *ahem* smart thing, and change my journal to FO.

If you aren't my friend but are interested in being friends/chatting/whatevs...I'll probably add you if we have friends, comms, etc in common. Ya know, the usual. Just comment, and I'll hit ya back. :D

So, I've been working on a new CAPS mood theme, and I FINALLY finished it and got it all up---and I LOVE IT. I think I'm going to update my journal more because I love my mood icons so much.

( Info about it, which I'm writing to give credit where credit is due )

I would say this makes for a successful morning. Hmm...now that I have sweet icons to share, how do I really feel about life?

You have been given a direct order to rock the fuck out.
Rock out like you were just given the last rock ‘n’ roll record on earth
And the minutes are counting down to flames.
Rock out like you just won both showcase showdowns.
Rock out like the streets are empty
Except for you, your bicycle and your headphones.
Rock out like your lips were just placed onto a breakdancing muse
With legs that go all the way up.
Rock out like publisher’s clearing house is ringing your front door.
Rock out like you’ll never have to open up a textbook again.
Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace.
Rock out like music is all that you got.
Rock out like you are standing on a rooftop
And the city’s as loud and glowing as the river flowing below you.
Rock out like the plane is going down and there are 120 people on board
And 121 parachutes.
Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire
And the flames can only be extinguished by doing the electric slide.
Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday was a national holiday.
Rock out like somebody’s got a barrel pointed to your temple, saying,
"Rock out like your life depended on it, fool, because it does."
Rock out like your eyes are fading but you’ve still got your ears
But you don’t know for how long so
Rock out like five o’clock time meant pop and lock time.
Rock out like you got pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything.
Rock out like you are the international ski-ball champion of the entire universe.
Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus.
Rock out like your hero has fallen and you are spinning your limbs
Until they burst into a flaming pyre of remembrance.
Rock out like you were enslaved in the South
And dancing is all that you have to know who you are.
Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back
To take a drive with you in your brand new car.
Rock out like the table was full.
Rock out like the neighbors are away.
Rock out like the walls won’t fall but dammit you’re gonna die trying to make them.
Rock out like the stereo’s volume knob only has a figure-eight of infinity on it
Instead of merely numbers.
Rock out like it’s raining outside and you got a girl to run through it with.
Rock out like you were playing football in the mud
And your washing machine is not broken.
Rock out like you threw your window open on your honeymoon
Because you want the whole world to know what love is.
Rock out like you just got a book published.
Rock out like you returned to your high school reunion and found everyone
—even the women—
Are all ugly and balding except for the former-Prom Queen,
Who has just been divorced by her impotent husband and who only has eyes for—
YOU.
Rock out like you got a date with Heidi Klum
Rock out like a shadow of a man passes behind you, drops you to your knees,
You’re buckling in a cold sweat, metal’s pushed to your forehead,
The trigger is pulled, and the gun jams.
Rock out like you got an empty appointment book and a full tank of gas.
Rock out like Jimi has returned carrying brand new guitar strings.
Rock out like the mangoes are in season,
Rock out like the record player won’t skip,
Rock out like this was the last weekend,
Like these were the last words,
Like you don’t ever want to forget
how.

--Anis Mojgani

My favorite word in a 'foreign tongue' has to be allora In Italian. In Italy, when a person has no idea what to say, they usually start with allora. It buys them time. So that’s what I’m going to start with to-night. It’s as good an expression as any I suppose. Better than most, actually. Most words move within strict boundaries of meaning. Allora is well-versed on versatility. Adaptable as water, it conforms itself to almost any scenario.

A lot of what I had written here was:

A) pointless babble that I thought would stay secret but didn't
B) me feigning interest in blog writing while I was stuck in the worst marketing class ever
C) basically garbage that has nothing to do with who I am now, what i like or what I'm doing

So, I thought that deleting my old journal entries and starting over from scratch would be the way to go.

Basically, I'm going to totally re-vamp my profile, and start writing (like actually writing things, not just journal entries). It's kind of boring now...give me a bit. It won't be anymore.

My interests in my profile are from high school or something, so those will all be a-changing. Most of my communities are what I'm into, but some of those will have to go too. I'm also trying to get a new community started, so we'll see how that one goes. Should be interesting.

KT