Petite Pours

Whilst muddling through roughly a month's worth of Homestuck, I've come to find the latest album, which is dedicated to the wanderers of the comic. In short, I've found the music sweet, but stunning. It's a different, more tribal feel from the faster-paced official albums for HS and all the little spin-offs. Although it may sound foolish and cliche, it's actually sparked a flame of inspiration within me. Perhaps I might write some short stories, detailing the imagery from this wonderful album.

Or something like that.

Anyways, the album can be found Here.

Have a great time and look at all the other amazing albums while you're there.

Bikini Sunrise

Not to many people could imagine what it'd be like to live without make up, Frebreeze, Lysol, perfumes and colognes, fabric softener, dryer sheets, or cellphones. Not too many people will be likely to find this blog either. Most of all, not too many people could think I live the way I do and not be astounded by it.

No, I'm not here to criticize you, or try and show you some grand ulterior meaning of life, make you drop everything and make the switch. I'm just here to give you a window into a life you might not normally see, a shadow of life that would otherwise, go unknown. And now that we have the 'deep, mysterious' introduction over with, we can get to the real dirt.

Ever met some hippie in the grocery store? You know, the kind with socks and sandals and a forever-stoned expression? Yeah, the one who's kinda creepy and talking about how all the chemicals in everything is 'like.. totally ruining the planet'. Sadly, I'm a bit like them. No, I don't wear socks with my sandals, and I'm in NO WAY stoned. However, I do live with as few chemicals as I possibly can. Am I a chemo-phobe? Nope! Is it because I'm poor? Hell no, do you know how much more organic food costs? It's all because of this liiiittle thing called, you ready for this.. Multiple Chemical Sensitivities (MCS). A lot of people will try to deny this, and say it's all in my head, lemme tell ya; I wish it was. I could go to a public school, worry about loosing weight and fighting into the smallest of small clothing, travel about without a care of the diesel and gasoline fumes. But nope. MCS put a lot of that on hold about five years ago.

How many ten year olds do you that don't scream and fit when it comes time to move? None really? Well, now you do! At the age of ten, I had, begrudgingly, become accustomed to moving around once a year. It always sucked, always. My poor self had just been relocated from Victoria Island B.C, Canada, to the small, rainy town of Forks Washington, USA. Born and 'raised' in a small town in Michigan, it was good to get the community vibe once more. Although our rental house had no power for three whole days, the burgers and fries from Sully's, not to mention the wood stove, made it bearable. I had been enrolled for finish my fourth grade education and was excited to go. However that view would begin to shift all too soon. While the first half of that year only slowly declined, the beginning of fifth grade would start it all. After elevated signs of illness, I had finally been pulled from the system to be schooled at home. After delving more into the cause of my frequent sickness, it quickly became obvious that it was indeed MCS. And I've been living diagnosed ever since.

tl;dr I'm some person suffering from a chronic illness that prevents me from using most topical, man made, and other toxic chemicals.

Over the years I've managed to get by, made sacrifices, found compromises, and discovered more and more things I react to. The latest? Polyester. There goes all my clothes. But I've also begun to learn somethings. If only the objects we buy and use make up who we are, then what are we really?

Or something like that.