August 2010
acorn caps
c words on my mind: competent, complete, confused.
my old leggings have basically become shorts, the holes in them are so bad.
i miss everyone with grass in their hair, people playing guitars and ukuleles everywhere, and hugs.
i feel like i am going to melt, i am sweating so much.
m-fly
life is a maze.
i got lost long ago and have been living here since. i sit between the walls of concrete, in the grass, unsure whether I am really enjoying myself.
i’ve discovered no use in trying to escape; there are dead ends, stop signs, and glimpses of hope that upon closer exam are are actually flat walls.
i have a bird friend who visits me, but never offers to let me ride its back....
Lots of Citrus
I went to a pep rally today. It was weird. There was a marching band. I was confused for a few moments as to why a band would use so much brass.
We were cheering for the sake of cheering, too. There was no sporting going on, just an attempt to instill “spirit” into the class of 2014 (which we assembled later with our bodies…how they managed get all of us to do that...
on campus and cold already
I’ll change into jammies and go socialize.
time change, time change.
i love, i love.
Transliterator - DeVotchKa
king of carrot flowers
Tonight, I don’t feel well so I’m listening to Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel and thought I’d document my thoughts throughout the process.
part one:
on-call-doc, doctor ettlestein.
part two:
always sick. i can’t tell when it’s serious. just when it’s serious that i feel better. i’m supposed to be moving 3000 miles from all my doctors...
plaything
I want him to miss me. I want him to regret not thinking of only me, and wish we had grown even closer. I want him to say he still dreams of me and I want him to really mean it. I want to feel admired, as I used to by him, taken care of. I want him tell me that he will always be here as someone I can run to. I want him to want me to take him up on that offer. I want him to tell me that it...
and i am sleepy
Today I pulled a pair of gypsy earrings out of a pile of pre-ash.
While wearing them, I conquered a fear I had and in doing so learned about myself:
I trust everyone fully, and am not going to change that. It’ll sting, but it will pass, and writing always helps contain the rest of the pain.
I must examine my mind further, and figure out what I already believe, so that I can clearly...
“We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards...”
– Voltaire
too tempted to face it
What I would like to say:
“You’ve transformed before my eyes, revealed your inner self, and are no longer what I thought you were. On your way out, do take the memories you left behind of when I believed you. I do not like feeling blind, and you’re many heads have confused the vision out of me. Pack your things from your cubicle in my brain before you plague me to think...
the world is funny
The world plays tricks.
When we think to ourselves how lovely and stable something is, a few hours later it will fall apart. And just after you’ve checked your unconsciousness’ back for stray thoughts of a long lost love, the love comes creeping back from no where, sucking you in again into the wormhole of your mind.
These are bits of magic which would make us smile in...
croac
a list of some of the different ways people think frogs sound around the world
Afrikaans: kwaak-kwaak Arabic (Algeria): gar gar Catalan: cru-cru Chinese (Mandarin): guo guo Dutch: kwak kwak English (USA): ribbit English (GB): croak Finnish: kvak kvak French: coa-coa German: quaak, quaak Hebrew: kwa kwa Hungarian: bre-ke-ke Italian: cra cra Japanese: kerokero ...
my summer
writing a novel. just continued onto the 11th page. i want to write 100 more this week. if not that, at least 3 pages a day. the important thing is that i write.
July 2010
The Lioness - Heather Aleeza
:)
p.s. listen with...