Movies; past,present,future

Last night I went to see Back to the Future I II & III with my husband. Our love of the franchise brought us together. Earth Angel is our song. I’m always kissed when George kisses Lorraine on the dance floor.But it is more than that! I saw every movie with my father before my siblings existed. Of course they have seen them. But yesterday:October 21st 2015, was the day they went back in II! people in Marty hats in the theater. Applause every time. but it was surreal. it took me back to age 5 8 and age 10, MOVIE NIGHT WITH MY DAD. Memories worth a lifetime. These movies have given me more than entertainment. They made me see time in a whole different way.I cherish these moments in time and space.The memories. And I leave you with Huey Luis ” Take me away! I don’t mind; but you better promise me I’ll be BACK IN TIME.” PEACE N LOVE
L O’Brien

Out of the mouths’ of babes

my daughter just put my face in her hands and said, “I’m sorry you have m.s. You are sad that you can’t drive or play with me. It’s okay; some people have m.s. like you.” She is almost five. What do you say to that? That right there is empathy. What a beautiful representation of humanity. Let’s all put someones’ different shoes on and ‘walk’ in them. Let’s strive to be more human. Peace n love
L. O’Brien

Technology

Just took me a hour to reset password to blog and e-mail. Apparently, if your cat dies and you don’t use the computer for a couple months all cyber hell breaks lose! Yes, it was a huge pain..but I’m back and yes; it is I; Laurelin human(today anyways) O’Brien! Other than my cat, the big news is; this poet is writing a short sci-fi novella called Kepler. (guess what it’s about?) If you ,guessed the planet Kepler; ten points for you. My poetry and blogging will return this week; as well as my new story (I hope in a few weeks.) How is humanity doing? The pope visited and people are still at war. Oh yeah, China in financial ruin. Humanity is still around thank goodness, yet, still a mess. We’ll work on that together,friends. Love you all,especially YOU. check out my story later, readers. Til next time…

Laurelin f*#%ing O’Brien

I will never give up. Never surrender. So stem cells haven’t helped my disease,YET. There is a famous speech in The Hunger Games (movie version) about hope. That no matter what you do to people, as long as there is hope; they can rise up against anything. This is true. I lost my hope a few days ago. Reflected, meditated and concluded…my hope for a cure is lost. this thought was scary,and unlike me.. I am Laurelin fucking O’Brien!!! I never give up. Never surrender. Even when all I have on the chess board is my king. He will not tip over. Bring it on m.s.,nature,genes, God. You have messed with the wrong girl. Take my cognition. My grey matter. My IQ. So what I’m now average. I don’t trust those tests anyways. So my hope is back. STRONGER. Death can’t even defeat me. I’m a case study. So again, bring it on. I’ve already won. HOPE is there;and it’s deadly. I got this. I win.

Dear Diary

REMEMBER THOSE? Still have my old ones. My penmanship was beautiful Now I can’t write, but at least I Have those nice memories. I can’t see the computer screen well, and typing this is a nightmare. But I need proof of my existence. Some where to complain & share my emotions with.so…..
Dear Blog,
Last night my husband revealed to me that stem cells don’t hep progressive m.s. I was starting to research a doctor for myself that would perform a stem cell procedure on me. My husband didn’t want to tell me. I see why; I’m crying, depressed, and out of hope.I guess I just want some way to vent. To feel cuz I ain’t feelin; so good& I doubt things can get worse…But they can. And they will. I’ve got progressive m.s. FUCK~“~I can’t deal. But I must. Its my trial/weight to carry. There’s no why? No answers. Just questions that haunt me. I don ‘t know if I will link this to social media. I don’t want pity or love or prayers. I WANT A FUCKING CURE. L.O’Brien

No I’m not.

I’m not paranoid. I just don’t think you like me. I don’t get invited to your little get togethers;that I’m not supposed to know about. It’s tough being friends with me, you say I can’t keep secrets. I apologies, I’m not a good liar. But hey, I don’t lie! I don’t want to be abused, lied to, hurt. I hold onto my friends so dearly; as I can’t walk, dance or drive. However I don’t need your pity. I don’t need fake in my life. Reality is hard enough. I’m not paranoid. Just a little pissed.M.S. is worse than anything you could possibly throw at me…..I’m not paranoid.