Yeah, I don't use this thing overmuch. Mostly it seems to function as somewhat of a newsfeed for random things of interest, but that's me.  Always has been.  Apparently right now, in my head, I'm worked up somewhat over a myriad of things and it makes my emotional state somewhat volatile.  I feel a little scattered and a little neurotic, so I seem to need to write down and order my thoughts.

I like lists. They help.

Of these things I am certain:
1. I am approaching the six month mark with the most wonderful man I have ever met.  We've known each other since October 2011 and talk for some hours every day on Skype.  This is a comfort, an excitement, and a pleasing routine to me.

2. This relationship is long distance, but is only a difference of 3.5 hours between us.  It is still somewhat difficult and trifling regardless of seemingly small amount of miles between us.

3. I am planning to move to his town, leaving what amounts to the only place I've really ever lived for the first time in my life. Hopefully sometime in early November.  I would be best pleased by missing Black Friday and the holiday season at my current place of employment altogether.  This is an incredibly excited and terribly nerve-wracking decision.

My mental state at the moment:
1. Appears to be one of great hope mixed with uncertainty.  I do not like risks or taking them.  It is in my nature to be entirely risk adverse.

2. Though it is still several months from November, I find myself ill at ease and nervous.  To compensate and distract myself, I am watching Numb3rs while going through my closet and sorting my belongs.  I have many unnecessary and not even sentimental things.

3. I am ill at ease to the point I must write down and order my thoughts.  This is rare that I need to write, I am typically extremely capable of sorting them out in my mind.  However, it might entertain me to have a written record as well.  If I can keep up with this.

4. As of this number, I am significantly calmer and do believe I am capable of continuing my other tasks.  Researching moving tips and suchlike seems to help ease some of the worries and nerves.  Unless that is a form of procrastination, which is something that must be considered.

As to the above considerations, I needs must plan as completely as possible for this move, based on my financial, work, and familial situation.  With regards to those concerns, I will decide whether or not to share them as they are private and might not be of any interest to anyone but myself and my significant other.  On the other hand, I do believe that I read a study that indicated that publicly sharing information and plans tended to help one stick to and achieve their goals.

Things that will help accomplish my goals (and ease my nerves):
1. Create a budget.
2. Create a plan.
3. Contact and ask favor of friends and family for moving help and transportation needs.
4. Create a list of things that I and the Significant Other have and determine what needs to be bought.
5. Continue to sort my belongings into trash, to-sell, and to move.
6. Allow for this to grow.

Anything by Nickelback reminds me of my ex.  But then, it's Nickelback and I should have known better.

Hooboy, this would dangerous.  And awesome.  Dangerously awesome.  Make sure everyone I love will be happy, healthy, and well provided for?  Sure.  Wish for more wishes?  Super-mega-ultra writing speed?  Not my slow typing crawl.

But I tell you, what I wouldn't give to have the intellect, for even just one moment, to understand the purpose and nature of reality, no matter how beautiful or terrible, no matter the cost.

Probably like anyone: Not well.  'Real life' as presented by this question better be a whole lot more exciting.  Also, I'd be hella pissed off that my creative works were gone.  Seriously.

I was away at my aunt's camp without television or internet, we couldn't even get cell signal, this weekend.  A truly wonderful experience and one I forget I enjoy so greatly.  What news and entertainment we did get we got by radio.  I had grand ideas to accomplish Things, but as no shock to myself, I didn't.  I relaxed, I enjoyed myself, I fell capable and human again.

In the early hours this morning, I heard about Bin Laden's death on the radio from a particularly conservative radio station.  I was surprised, certainly and relieved in some very strange way, but also extremely conflicted.  I do remember the commentator's language on the radio being distinctly grim for all his celebratory words.

Bin Laden, perpetrator of the most violent act of terrorism on United States soil was almost more mythologized as a rather demonic figure than just a man with a cause.  An insane cause, but a man with a cause, all the same.  Bin Laden has been represented as an abstracted concept rather than a human being, it some how seemed that we, as US citizens, defeated an idea; which is patently untrue.  Ideas are particularly difficult to kill.

Thing is, while my emotional brain says "Hooray! Dead psychopath!" my rational, ethical side says our country sought revenge and murdered a man to get it.  Granted, an extremely dangerous man whose fundamentalist interpretation of a book caused far more harm than good both to his followers and those coerced into following his interpretation and those abroad.  Still, I don't feel that celebrating a man's death and rejoicing in the streets is our finest hour either.  We were celebrating death; and in particular, the death of an enemy.  I particularly remember the resentment I felt at seeing Muslims in Pakistan and Palestine celebrating the terrorist attacks of 9/11 in much the same way.  Neither is acceptable and neither is excusable and it helps no one at all, it only further creates tension.

We neutralized a threat, and for that I am relieved.  That we murdered a man to do so, does not cause me joy, it is only a grim reminder of the costs of the world that we live it.  Bin Laden death was likely necessary and was, perhaps, the only possible action that would neutralize the threat he represented.  Did we defeat extremist fundamentalist Islam?  No.  It is an idea and ideas are difficult to kill, especially with violence.

lol.  I've pretty much given up on all of those any way.  This question is somewhat irrelevant.

Aw.... This question is so adorable!  I want to hug it!  Any roads... Currently my wake-up-and-get-moving song is Firework by Katy Perry.  I may tend towards indie fuckery, but really, listening to obscure bands really doesn't and wouldn't make me superior or ironic.  I love music, all music, for the sake of music.

But in space, I think I'd have to have something appropriately absurd yet immensely cheerful.  A song that speaks to enormity, the beauty, the insanity, that we puny humans exist as conscious actors in a universe such as this.  A song that speaks to the fact that, in space, when you're floating around the planet like a boss, all you're really doing is falling without ever hitting the ground.  That thought really cheers up me up.

Bowie's Space Oddity would be a bit grim and would definitely be asking for bad luck.  That is, if you can ever truly ask for interventions of entropy in positive or negative ways in your life.  I like the idea of Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga, simply for the fact you're floating through the vacuum of space, and it's like a dance, in the dark- but I don't think it's really the song I'd want.  I went through a few of the songs I have been currently enjoying: One Republic's Good Life, L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. by Noah and the Whale, Face Dances part 2 and Stop Hurting People by Pete Townsend, April Smith's Colors..... but none really struck a chord in me.

I probably spent more thought on this than necessary, but I think I would pick Peter Gabriel's version of Power of the Heart [song][lyrics].  It's about space, not in the sense of outer space, but about inner space and the human heart.  The song is profound and haunting and it is beautiful and so are the possibilities offered to us by the universe in which we live.

Sure.  I'd don't believe in ghosts.

It breaks my heart to write this.  Elisabeth Sladen of Doctor Who fame has passed away.

Goodbye Elisabeth Sladen, our Sarah Jane Smith, may you rest in peace.