A room without a door.

status check - Tired
background ambiance - Ani, "Shameless"

i never avert my eyes
i never compromise
so never never mind
the poetry

Every time I hear the opening chords to "Shameless," I want to put aside whatever I'm doing or dealing with, say "fuck it all," rock out and dance. Just because the music is there and I can.

There's something inherently defiant in all of Ani's music, but no song conveys it more succinctly than "Shameless." I love being able to briefly think, "Know what? This is me and that's enough - take it or leave it."

On Friday, I wrote on my myspace site, remarking that it had been an exceptionally random Friday and I'd given up doing anything other than taking it all as it came.

It appears I'll have to continue this practice through the new week. I started off the day with an arched eyebrow and the damn thing has just stayed up there since.

I'm creating a list of things to look forward to, a checklist of high expectations that will be eventually be categorized in the daybook I still need to buy. It's soothing to realize that a seemingly bleak, cold winter is peppered with interesting events coming up - it makes me feel more confident in my ability to battle the snow and ice. I'll conquer winter for yet another year.

Odd that I'm thinking of tomorrows today, during a day in which I've had yesterdays consistently thrown my way.

(Did you actually understand that sentence as you read it? I had to read it several times after writing it to make sure it came even remotely close to making sense. Be kind, this newly dubbed Day Gal is losing energy fast.)

Between looking through my archives and laughing at photographs taken during my college journalistic career, I'm realizing how much one can pack into a few years - whether you're talking about words, images or experiences.

Some good, others not so much. But that's the point, isn't it? To have and remember moments - with the whole idea of learning and growing and, I dare say, maturing from them. That's why you keep on waking up and it's why I keep on writing after I open my eyes.

And, for some inexplainable reason, why I keep on sharing them with you and opening myself up to whatever may come as a result.