February 2010
January 2010
Indiana Jones and writing creatively and cold...
Things have been shitty. SO. Naturally I turn to...
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse. When you’re chewing on life’s gristle Don’t grumble, give a whistle And this’ll help things turn out for the best…
And…always look on the bright side of life… Always look on the light side of life…
If life seems jolly rotten ...
I just wanna love you, as long as I can.
this has got to be the longest week in the history...
kleptoparasitism:
or at least it feels like it.
ohsdfoihfsdh;fahefo; I don’t want to be here.
I am positive you took these words straight out of my brain.
Someone either hug me or get me out of here.
Garlic fries at lunch today.
I’m always disappointed that I don’t get put where I want but I’m not good enough for that and I know it so I’ll go and have fun anyway. One more class left today and I’m not prepared and I’m not going to be but maybe I’ll do fine anyway. I’m still sick and it’s going to snow and I’m worried about a lot of things but maybe the next two...
iwontstoptalking:
(huge fucking mistake. i will go cry now.)
nonono! same boat. don’t be sad. smiles and giggles.
can’t move can’t breathe can’t think not okay too much too much pleasepleaseplease stop forgetting about me can’t do anything can’t move can’t move pleaseplease so much to do can’t move can’t move can’t move
I may not make it through this week. I just don't...
fastforwardbuttonpls?
I try not to bitch too much about schoolwork. I mean, we’re all pretty much in the same sort of boat. But oh. my. god. I just need to say that memorizing speeches is fucking hard. I’m not good at memorization to begin with, even of short things, so to give me an entire page from Hamlet and say “ready go” is like throwing a chicken into the air and yelling “now...
I never wanna go to bed, because I'm always afraid...
I am constantly afraid.
I miss sitting on the carpeted floor of my old bedroom, right in front of the stereo, and listening the the moldy peaches and making ugly paintings and making bracelets and writing in a journal and playing with horses.
I can’t wait to watch movies with my bearded dragon.
“Our state cannot be severed; we are one, one flesh; to lose thee were to lose...”
– John Milton, Paradise Lost
SUCCESS!
Come summer, I will be getting a bearded lizard. Could not be more excited. Hopefully I’ll be able to take care of it properly…
lonliness, again
it’s always back to this feeling.
iwontstoptalking:
Pregnancy Pact calls for me to yell at the television.
I YELLED SO MUCH!
Baby it’s too soon to be sure but I,
really do believe that someday,
we’re gonna have it all.
This room is empty, lonely, cold.
miles to go before I sleep.
BlogblogblogLog.
bought 3 new books today. hurrah amazon gift card.
Danielle ate the sandwich sings beautiful things.
In a factory In a small mid western town There are women Manufactured by the hour And they are sexy And they know more about comic books than me And when you’re gone I worry that they found you If you don’t come back to me this time If you don’t come back to me now, me now If you don’t come back to this town If you don’t come back to me Well there are over...
I want to make art,
whatever that means.
I also feel like listening to music, music, music, but I don’t know which song. I like doing crafts. Maybe later when (if) I finally feel like I’ve gotten enough real stuff done, I can sit down with scissors and paper and make pictures out of colors out of shapes. I think that sounds nice.
smiles.
And now I have tea and my shower was hot and this night couldn’t have worked out much better.
Sore throat though. Hopefully I’m not getting sick.
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Before your neurons declare a crisis Before your trace Serotonin rises Before you're reading your list of vices Perform the simplest exercises Hold your fire Hold your fire
What? Buffalo wings at lunch every Friday from now on?
HELLyes.
Last night I dreamt about cats doing silly things,
and am pretty sure that I was laughing out loud in my sleep.
And it's weird how at the most peculiar if times I...
There's so much to do.
Which means it’s time to curl up in a ball and forget about all of it.
Sometimes we just need that, and I saw we, because it’s universal. Everybody at some time in their life has reached a point where all there is left to do is stare at the floor or the ceiling or the bug in the windowsill until finally they fall asleep. There might not even be a single thing wrong. It might have been...
iwontstoptalking:
meetmeincognito:
iwontstoptalking:
meetmeincognito:
iwontstoptalking:
things i loathe:
people who go to the green door. (unless its after a good c-house)
a full week of class
twenty people next door being loud and i hate them
tired eyes.
Bleached blond drunken messes who tramp in and out of the bathroom talking way too loudly about how their boobs look tonight. We...
iwontstoptalking:
meetmeincognito:
iwontstoptalking:
things i loathe:
people who go to the green door. (unless its after a good c-house)
a full week of class
twenty people next door being loud and i hate them
tired eyes.
Bleached blond drunken messes who tramp in and out of the bathroom talking way too loudly about how their boobs look tonight. We get it. Stop fake n’ baking.
Also, for...
iwontstoptalking:
things i loathe:
people who go to the green door. (unless its after a good c-house)
a full week of class
twenty people next door being loud and i hate them
tired eyes.
Bleached blond drunken messes who tramp in and out of the bathroom talking way too loudly about how their boobs look tonight. We get it. Stop fake n’ baking.
Also, for some reason this post made me...
weaganmade:
meetmeincognito:
I don’t know what this is, but since I came to school in August I’ve been sad more than I have in the rest of my life combined. It’s safe to say that at least once a day I feel like just lying down on the ground and giving up. Which isn’t like me… or at least it wasn’t? Maybe now it is because it happens so often. Maybe I just miss certain people a lot or maybe...
Come what may.
I will love you, until my dying day.
I don’t know what this is, but since I came to school in August I’ve been sad more than I have in the rest of my life combined. It’s safe to say that at least once a day I feel like just lying down on the ground and giving up. Which isn’t like me… or at least it wasn’t? Maybe now it is because it happens so often. Maybe I just miss certain people a lot or maybe...
Sounds of people talking down the hall and laughing and listening to music in their rooms makes me happy, but the sound of my roommate chewing grapes way too loudly makes me want to kill things. I hate chewing sounds. Hatehatehatehatehate.
Instead of constantly flipping back and forth between facebook and tumblr, I’m gonna sit on my bed with my abundance of pillows and write this essay before jello making starts. Maybe.
Sitting in my room doing homework and eating...
Except not really.
I like ghosts. Not the kind that make your bed shake or turn lights on, but the ones that you feel. Like when you go somewhere empty and you can feel the people who were there before. Ghosts of laughter, ghosts of despair, ghosts of wonder, ghosts of who we all are and have been and will be. Sometimes an empty place can be the loudest and busiest of all. Sometimes I’d rather pretend to...