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[Jul. 23rd, 2009|12:02 pm] |
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Today, I beat Portal. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
i believe my hair has decided to grow outward rather than downward. a poof abounds, yet no real progess! that is alright.
on another note, i need to document my mug, as i should have done last saturday on my birthday.
there we are, looking positively radiant. seventeen is killing me. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2009|07:00 pm] |
I so sickly and strongly love Jens yet I'm not sure in what way. Maybe it is the way he writes. I want to comfort him and let him sob silently. Maybe it is in the music, how small beats rise and fall in my heart so rapidly I see dots. I've never really felt this way about a person before.. I think I'd just like to be his friend. I've never wanted to be anyone's friend so much.
Sometimes I'd like to cry, driven by a strange joy pushing against my eyes. It gives me no happiness in my heart or in my head but it curdles into a motivation I can't decipher. I can press my palms against a wall or trace paths on acrylic paper but I cannot feel complete. When I think of completion, I suppose I think of grass against my heart. Lying on my stomach in a field where it is always warm and the wind carries white day stars.
I'm not sure how a birthday ought to be celebrated. It is a congratulations of survival, I guess it should be met with a hug, a standing cradle and a breath of their scent and to tell them "It will be alright, you are alive, look at you". |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|07:04 pm] |
Me gustaría ir al baile este sabado porque.. pues, lo echo de menos. Algo que tengo en mi corazón me muero por las personas. Pero al mismo tiempo, lo odio. Los odio. Vengo a mi cama y lloro porque no puedo funcionar con ellos. ¿Que me está atrayendo? No se.
Estoy escuchando a algunos músicos ridículos que me hacen dormir.
Quiero una vida dulce. Sacaré fotos y compartiré con tí. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2008|08:37 pm] |
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Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want. Then, post this to your journal and see what people remember of you. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|11:34 pm] |
I've always been a bigger fan of John Green than I have of Hank. I don't know, maybe it was the novel references or the constant adjusting of glasses, or the quick yet enunciated speech or the height of hair. I never paid much attention to Hank besides listening to his song about Helen Hunt and laughing, relating to the affections.
But tonight I admit Hank charmed me. The second our eyes met he had a CD in his hand, elbow resting on the table.
"I've decided to give this to you."
"Well alright, are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"And what made you want to give such a thing to me?"
"I don't know, I'm just going to."
"Well thank you."
"Well you're welcome."
"I'm excited to listen."
"I'm glad."
I assure you such an exchange was filled with smiles and not at all as the drab sentence structure portrays it.
Maybe he could feel the Helen Hunt connection. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2008|05:27 pm] |
I have tried to balance my recent peak in sugar consumption with a few saltier organics. At the moment I'm "scarfing down" baked tortilla chips and hummus. I haven't had hummus in about a week and half and I've forgotten how much I like it.
I think mother forgot to pick up juice at the store but she did get eggnog.
I'd like to post pictures of things soon, but I'm not sure of what.
Maybe of the sky, or dark haired girls. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|04:22 pm] |
The weather claims today is "rainy". I haven't seen a single drop or tasted it in the air during my momentary existences outside.
Robert and I went down to the Regatta yesterday to watch rowing and drink Dasani water. He picked me up before I was entirely ready and I hadn't put any sunblock on. I guess my face met the sun from about 11:30 AM to 5:00 PM and I am, of course, quite sunburned.
On the plus side, I had the pleasure of seeing Owen Pickard. He can belt a southern tune better than any young man I've ever encountered.
I've been wanting to work on music lately but I continue to become easily frustrated. I had a dream about beheading Samuel L. Jackson. |
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