But has he run to you In those shoes in the rain?

I am water person. I mean, zodiacally, I believe I'm an Earth sign, but though I am close to the Earth, I am water. I love how when you're underwater, feeling intensifies. You can't hear much--and if you keep your eyes closed, see much either, so it's just feeling the water push you and flow you and I just feel so graceful. Like, I know it sounds silly, but like a mermaid, you know? And I feel that too on the ice. I love to skate. Not that I'm very good, nor that I want to be some ballerina figure skater, but when I get on the ice, I start gliding around and faster, and fast, and I'm swaying from side to side and I feel the wind rush through my hair and my feet aren't lifting from the ice, and and and...

I get a feeling as though, if there weren't people, and city, and lights, and cars, and just ice, and more ice, just stretching out like a path, I would just skate and skate and skate and glide along while the trees sing to me, "Lola, Lola." And I would be full of grace. I'm not very graceful on land, never really have felt it. And I don't think I'm especially graceful on ice, either, but at least I think it. Grace--and beauty, that comes with grace. The ice, the shine, the night, the happiness, it shows through. I like it. I think I like the freedom of it. Perhaps it's the closest to flying I can easily get. It would be amazing to fly. But hey, I'm content to stick with swimming and skating, gliding and turning and speeding. Eventually you get tired, but that just means that after you get out, or off, you have another chance to get in again. I think that's a dream of mine: To fly and fly and spin and twist and be the ice, be the water, more often. Ice isn't cold and unfriendly, it's welcoming, supporting, lifting, graceful.

Title Quote: Ill Willed Person, Jaymay

And It's raining out the window and today it looks like night

Things are not always as they seem.

For example, if you are holding a bar of soap and you reach up to scratch your nose, this may be perceived by someone else as an attempt to eat the soap. But most probably, you are not. Most probably, you are just scratching your nose.

It is often how something is interpreted, and how it is is how it will affect th

e situation. If you even want to think of it that way. I mean, biases as well. When you look at a girl, you may see pink, ballet, flowers, etc. the things that are usually attributed to a girl. But in reality, maybe that girl is actually the the star of a women's football team, and likes nothing more than to burp the alphabet, and can identify every single make of each car on your block and the year it was introduced. You never know. And then you may get that very same girl, I mean, say you like her or something, so you get her a kit for putting pink sparkly rhinestones on everything. Sure, that will impress her. So really, like I said, things are not always as they seem. You know, like, always look at things twice.

I mean, take this woman above, for instance. At first glance she is wearing a dress, no? But look closer. This woman's dress, strangely, is the exact pattern as the wall behind her. strange...

Actually, this woman is naked. Butt-naked, aside from her shoes. But it sure doesn't look like it, on first glance, at least. (The woman was body painted, with paint duh, by the way.)

But that's just in a physical sense. I don't really know where I'm going here, but it's like, on an emotional level too, that the things you assume people are feeling are really just lies, shields, masks, over their really ones, or that you misinterpret what they feel, as anger to be jealousy, impatience to be anxiousness.

And, to touch all or most bases, in the abstract, things are very very often not what they seem to be. I don't really have very good examples or much to say about that, but to be sure, they are there. All I'm saying is, don't be so judgemental at first glance, and don't be so quick to trust or distrust things, look twice, you might find something you hadn't see before. Oh, I guess I better stop blogging and start listening to my own hypocritical advice. Goodbye,

Lola.

Title Quote: Jaymay, Gray or blue