January 2010
“i think that becoming someone else’s hero is more important than trying to...”
– palmtr33
ANNABELLE LEE
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that...
deflated.
i’m going to apologize for what i said in the last couple entries. what a hypocrite i can be. i’m so embarrassed.
however, i’m not going to delete them, no matter how much i want to. those were real thoughts and emotions, and it’d be even more hypocritical to pretend that i didn’t feel that way from time to time.
i’m just spent.
plain and simple, bottom line,...
“i suppose it’s not a coincidence that when i looked at the clock it was...”
– i won’t give you that satisfaction.
infinite eyes part I & II
partie un:
it started with an early shower. i was antsy and just wanted today to be over. if i showered an hour early, i’de be in bed an hour earlier and tomorrow would come an hour earlier. that was my logic. its full-proof until you put it on paper. today was just a waste of the minutes and seconds of my life anyways.
the shower was cold. someone upstairs had decided to take a blistering...
minnie mouse macabre
so, ever since my dog passed away, we’ve been doing a terrible job of keeping the house clean. i mean honestly, the house is in shamble right now. no one has the energy to do anything. gah, but i guess we’re doing a full clean sweep today. yuck. that is not how i want to spend my friday off. and i need to figure out how to get this stain out of one of my favorite sweaters. it looks...
combat boots.
maybe i should go goth.
i've had dreams of Boston all my life.
exams are over; that pointless hell. this really has been the most _______ week of my life. i don’t really know what it was. so many extremely sad things that were devastating; so many little happy things that have just left me strangely content. really, just ______.
i got an invite to lookbook. maybe you’ve heard of it, it’s only the most narcissistic website ever created. dear...
“it’s the spontaneous pose that makes a look.”
– pompous ass
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Walcott
Walcott, Don’t you know that it’s insane? Don’t you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, Mystic seaport is that that way Don’t you know that your life could be lost? Out of Cape Cod tonight Walcott, don’t you know that it’s insane? Don’t you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, the Bottleneck is a...
ladies and gentelmen, my mother.
Kerri: megan meg meg meggie meggie meg megan me meg meg megan megan MEGAN!!! MEEEEEGAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!
Megan: ...
Kerri: megan meg meg meggie meggie MEGAN MEEEEEGGAAAANNNN!
Megan: jesus christ, what?
Kerri: ah, HI! hehehee
Megan: dear lord mom
the loneliest walk of my life.
i had to put my dog down yesterday. her name was molly. she was a 10 year old golden retriever. she was stunning; easily the most beautiful dog i’ve ever seen. she had lovely ringlet curls all along her belly, from her breast to the tip of her tail. and she was so friendly, she had the brains of a rock, but my god, she was so sweet. she wanted to be friends with everyone she met.
i really...
thank you.
i’m stubborn and still angry, but thank you.
“all there is between us is a flight of stairs, but i guess that’s too far...”
– trolls.
trolls.
you are a vial and ghastly troll. you make my life hell. and the worst part, i can’t even stand up to you. you are a selfish, self righteous, abomination. please leave me alone.
and you. i never expected you to stand up for me, not once. but, you know, the least you could have done was explain the situation to her. that’s all i would have needed. guess not though. thanks. thanks a...
“Space is full of really big things, just floating around.”
– the Discovery Channel face/palm
“i am so homesick now, for someone that i never knew. i am so homesick for some...”
– time won’t let me go.
“you know, the ache is probably a good sign.”
– throb throb throb.
star spangeled eyes.
i like to pretend that i have problems. i like to pretend that i don’t have problems. i like to pretend that everyone hates me. i like to pretend that everyone loves me. i like to pretend that i’m pathetic. i like to pretend that i’m intimidating. i like to pretend that i’m just your copy. i like to pretend that i’m a genuine person.
yup, that just about sums me up...
bleaching my teeth and bones.
it’s been 3 years since this last happened. it doesn’t sound like a lot, but considering that it’s 1/6 my lifetime, it’s pretty impressive. sure, i’ve had fleeting moments of gushing emotion, but those were just carnal bouts of infatuation. and they were always one sided anyways. but there is more behind this. this started on something more than a hormonal rage. i...
i hear them speak with steeple teeth and pulpit...
bleeding our colors with theirs is harder than we thought, and hardly worth the wait. and when i steal your modesty, i wear it as my own. it stretches cross my skin and wears thin at the knees. your modesty has become my vanity. i suppose this is why happiness is a fleeting guest in our home. a burdened lover, he kisses our blushing eyes and promptly leaves. his idle thoughts sleep with our worn...
“I want to think of clever things to tell you, but I’m nothing but...”
– steeple teeth and pulpit tongues.
there was a man who lived in Leeds.
there was a man who lived in Leeds. he filled his garden full of seeds. and when the seeds began to grow, it was like a garden filled with snow. and when the snow began to melt, it was like a ship without a belt. and when the ship began to sail, it was like a bird with out a tail. and when the bird began to soar, it was like a lion at my door. and when the door began to crack, it was like a pen...
“Hello. I’m graceless and bad with words. it’s a pleasure to meet...”
– my crawling, cringing insides.
we've got everything down to a science
ei. ahm, wow. so, i’m taking AP Portfolio this year, and you know, i’m pretty confident in my skill, at least, i was. then i decided be a complete fuck-tard and look at some examples of portfolios posted on the college board web site. HOLY FUCK. my mind was blown. right out of my head. brains on the floor and walls. man, these people were so talented, i don’t even WANT to submit...
dirty harry
i need a gun, to keep myself from harm. the poor people are burning in the sun. but, they ain’t got a chance, they ain’t got a chance. i need a gun, cause all i do is dance.
i am feeling good. not just good, but gooOOOood. not sure why. i think that school starting up and me actually having somewhat of a schedule has been good for me. i’m just happier. i guess it’s true...
