viridian skies

Thinking about money…

Nymeria Jones — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:35:03 +0000

I don’t want money to vanish so quickly anymore.

I want money to be like a force of positive energy that is constantly flowing in.

I want to be rich, right now, and always. Rich in not only money; but love, happiness, friends, family, home, and peace.

This is what I want, right now, and always.

Thinking about the future…

Nymeria Jones — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:33:51 +0000

Thinking about the near, upcoming future is an exercise I try not to partake in yet it is where I find my daydreams usually take me… I know that the present is here and that right now is here. now. And that constantly dwelling on future matters could sully my enjoyment of now. Yet daydreaming of future events is what fuels my motivation and keeps my ambitions strong, ultimately giving me more pleasure in this now… So I’ll stop worrying about it and just enjoy my every moment and stay happy and strong for events upcoming and beyond.

Like passing my JET Programme application, test, and interview and begin starting a new long life in Japan. This is what I want and I know I will accomplish it and soon…I just want it now. I don’t want to be daydreaming forever, I want action!

As Quickly as the Time Flows

Nymeria Jones — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:31:42 +0000

Went through the calendar and counted down the weeks left until the semester is over haha. We have juuust a little over six weeks to go… I really want this semester to go smoothly and end quickly! The sooner this semester is over the sooner I can graduate and the sooner I can leave for Japan!

ooo so I ask for time to pass by really really quickly! At least until I am where I want to be.

a raven is like a writing desk

Nymeria Jones — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:27:09 +0000

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.