reverie

This takes the first sentence from the first post of each month for a fun little end of the year blog. Jan~ 2006. Feb~ Welcome to my favorite month of the year. :) Mar~ Monday we had torrential downpour which was lovely until I tried to drive home from work through streets that had morphed into streams. Apr~ I have decided that I don't want to blog anymore. May~ Spend more than about 5 seconds in a conversation about relationships and it's bound to dissolve into, "boys suck" and/or "girls suck" depending on the genders represented in the discussion. Jun~ I don't have much to say right now. Jul~ I got a call this afternoon from my dad that my Uncle OP (from India) had passed away last night. Aug~ There are some really great things about being an adult. Sep~ For all the melodies and choruses in the world, all the songs ever written, all the music about this earth, there is no greater sound than hearing a small child say your name. Oct~ I need a change. No...

You may notice a few changes around here. I was finally invited to switch my blog over to blogger beta. The main change is that posts are now archived by subject. So if you find yourself thinking, I wonder what Azina has to say on "such and such" subject, you can head over to posts related to that topic. I haven't finished categorizing all the posts, but I will do so as quickly as I can. With over 350 posts this will take some time. I've added what I call the "Aziner" category under which will fall posts that I feel give you a good deal of insight on the inner workings of myself. Tread carefully, it could be dangerous. ;)

Okay yes, I'm kind of mildly obsessed with Jared Leto. But have you heard his band 30 Seconds to Mars? They are incredible. And to be fair this post is about so much more than just extolling the virtues of one Mr. Leto. This is where my affinity for blogging and for him collide. Regarding the thematic elements of A Beautiful Lie , 30 Seconds to Mars' sophomore release, Charles Avelon writes, "Struggle may, at first, seem like an ill-fitting focal point for Leto. As one blogger put it, 'Jared seems to have been at the front of the queue for all of life's offerings.'" (Soundcheck Magazine Sept. 2006) No wonder according to theinquirer.net (a tech news site, not to be confused with the tabloid The Enquirer) Jared "said that he wanted blogging to die, suddenly" and that "the whole idea was ridiculous and just a playground for four-year-olds." The article continues, "And are we to suppose that Jared doesn't read them? Er no, h...

I have decided that I don't want to blog anymore. This is it. I just don't get the joy out of it that I used to, and I don't want to feel bad when I don't post as frequently as I feel I should so I'm done with it all. We've been through 2 years together. We've laughed and cried. Some of you have probably wondered why I'm not locked up in a mental institution. That's fair. Some of you have probabaly thought, wow she's so cool I wish I could date her. If you're a cool guy in the 23-29 age range, let me know. ;) And some of you have probably wondered why in the world you find yourself reading the strange words of a stranger in a strange city. I know this blog holds some mystical allure over many of you, but today I am breaking that spell. It has been fun, except for the aforementioned crying, and I will probably miss you all from time to time but I must bid you adieu.

Yes kids this is it, the night you've been waiting for. The night on which I write my 300th post. And oh yeah the last night of 2005 or something. If you had the misfortune of seeing the beginning of Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve you saw some guy propose to his girlfriend in the middle of Time's Square in what I imagine was the freezing cold surrounded by a gazillion people and on tv in front of a gazillion more people. Let's just say that in the rules of proposing according to Azina that is a hugenormous no no. (Yes I like to make up words.) Here are the 3 things wrong with that proposal: 1. it's public 2. the standing out in the cold all day 3. it's complete lack of anything resembling romance Now I could be wrong and maybe she found it to be incredibly romantic, but when the awkward girl on the silly New Year's Eve show is the lead in to your proposal I think you've got problems. Again I'm not someone who believes in some big or ridi...

This whole reaching 300 posts by the end of the year would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have 27 drafts of posts that I had started writing but never finished. I have 3 from the past 2 days even. Crazy. One of those will for sure be finished and hopefully a second one. The 3rd has lost any potential relevance and will therefore waste away in the unlov-ed drafts section. As for the rest of the 27, they too will likely suffer a sad and drafty existence, their potential never to be fully realized. A lucky few may escape such a tragic state, but the odds are not in their favor. And yes this counts as a legitimate post in the race toward 300. Don't worry I shall write a much more substantial post later in response to Amber's comment on the Valentine's date post. It'll be good I assure you. :)

So I'm stealing this idea from my co-worker Kelli who stole this idea from someone else because well I think it's pretty darn clever. What you do is make a list of the first sentence of the first post from each month. Jan~ Who made it 2005 already? Feb~ February is one of my favorite months of the year, it always has been. Mar~ You ever have moments when you really feel like writing something, but when you actually sit down to do it you have nothing to say? Apr~ This has been about the longest I have gone without writing in quite some time. May~ I quit my internship. Jun~ So, before I leave here on Saturday I have to give my parents a date. Jul~ You may notice a change or two here. Aug~ I'm trying to remember that all of this stuff doesn't matter, that he can take it all away in an instant if he chooses. Sep~ It's not that I haven't thought about posting or wanted to post in the last few days, it's just every time I've sat down to write something the bl...