truth and beauty bombs

welcome to a softer world. kind of like postsecret, only instead of secrets they are more like daily revelations and bits of wisdom. now officially in the links section --->

I heard on the news tonight that the Virginia Tech college administration is trying to crack down on illegal use of the college's logos (the hokie bird, and the VT logo). I tend to think that while a wave of police officers on campus to reassure students is certainly warranted and explainable after the the shootings last week, cracking down on illegal use of the college's logo during a time when the entire WORLD is trying to show its support for VT students is much less reasonable.

I'm sad about the shootings; it could have been any of us. I support VT. but i'll be changing my facebook picture. It isn't worth getting slammed with a misdemeanor copyright violation.

I've missed my cat a lot lately. You may not care, or you may think it's trivial. The thing about cats is that while they are very independent and like to do what they want when they want it, mine always did at some point want desperately to be around me. He wanted to be on my lap, in my arms, with me in every since that he could be, of his on volition. I didn't have to make him, or persuade him or be particularly likeable all day long. I didn't have to be in a good mood, or say something nice, or be anything in other than me. Everyone deserves that kind of love. Everyone needs that kind of love.
I need another cat.

I'm also finding a conflict, or rather some interesting connectivity between having high expectations and assuming the best of people. I'm the type of person to daydream about "maybe so-and-so will call up and randomly be craving the same thing for dinner that i am, and say Hey Let's Go Out!" or "it would be amazing if so-and-so just stopped by to say hi, or watch a movie, or just hang out" and those are just simple things. nevermind more elaborate and unrealistic schemes of my imagination. and while i used to hope for these reckless daydreams to come true, knowing and anticipating the heavy disappointment i inevitably endured, i find that now i rather think that i'm sure that idea is somewhere inside that other person as well, and they just haven't thought of it yet. I find it makes me happier to see people, to simply think of the people i love as their best selves, and mostly disregard the parts that sometimes make me sad. Isn't that a strange twist of consciousness?

there are so many things i would say, if i only knew how.
maybe someday i will, and i'll put them all in a book and send them to you.