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okay not dead and i wish i could give you more but the laptop i got from kelly is dying and of course the power cord is broken. i would be using my own computer but it doesn't get internet....of course. 4 weeks i've been home for summer and i've had the internet for one of them. anyway, the apartment is now my permanent place of living, we are no longer home owners in houston. sadface. it's weird. i have much to update on but i can't must reserve battery power. more later. prob in like another 234 weeks. this shouldn't be this hard! fuck this!
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| like your favorite memory |
[24 Mar 2009|09:59pm] |
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since writing a sestina is THE HARDEST SHIT EVER, i'm going to take a break and write about my trip to seattle.
I left off Sunday?
( Then, Monday! and then Tuesday! )
"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." ~Robert Frost
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[05 Mar 2009|01:10am] |
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i feel weird pimping my shit, but i'm excited (and i got requests)!
here are the poems:
(this is the one that i wrote about the painting from the last entry)
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The contents of the box in your passenger seat:
two postcards from Barcelona, a baseball, one dried tulip, a fortune cookie, eleven fortunes, six mix CD’s, a black bra, a white teddy bear holding a red heart, a half empty pack of cigarettes, a pair of star earrings, a Rolling Stones t-shirt, floss.
A Polaroid, taken the day the rain caught
you off guard. She sleeps on her stomach,
dressed only in the bra from the box and black underwear.
She had never looked so beautiful,
or so peaceful.
All will be gone when you ring her doorbell,
give her the box
filled with the things
she asked for you to return.
You sit in front of her house, watching her move inside.
She looks out the window and sees you there.
You place your hand on the box,
but then take it away.
When she opens the door to come outside,
you will be gone.
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(this is the one that will be painted. yay!)
Fallen
You descend on my doorstep early this evening bruised and branded and my heart breaks like your bones. Your black wings are folded behind your back. You somehow stand and stretch them out while the white sheets on my clothesline flap wildly in the wind. Stars sprinkle down and litter the lawn, I halt when I see holes in your wingspan. Feathers fall out and I falter: the look in your eyes keep my questions quiet. Now I know the damn devil that gave you those wings tried to take them away. Your eloquence and your energy is now a faded memory. I just can’t pray anymore, you whisper. I trace your face with kind and cautious fingers; stay silent and wonder if it is possible for anyone to ever escape Hell.
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eee!
i want to update about life, but that will be tomorrow when i have slightly more time? i am busy busy busy just like everyone else. when did we run out of time? yikes!
"There's dust on the stadium seats, there's dust in your hair
You wonder how fast you'll go when you hit the air"
-The Weepies
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[13 Jan 2009|12:06pm] |
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saturday. what did i do during the day? oh yeah, i got an oil change, then went to the galleria with emily to buy some pants. the galleria was cray-zee! but what did i expect? i got a pair that i like, but they do show some crack because of my larger bottom. sigh. i'm going to miss girlfriend emily. we shared a pretzel in the mall and my hands were full and she fed me a bite and i felt like we looked like we were dating. i hope. aaron said he saw nothing wrong with the pants especially the crack part and i called him a perv. i also told him i was cheating on him with a girl and he got fussy but then realized that he's practically in a relationship with blonde friend so we agreed for other sex exceptions. he had came over to my casa after he ate with his dad and he watched me eat while he played with the dog. it was way cute, not gonna lie.
eventually we caught up with female erin and took a drive in a jeep her father randomly bought.
( this entry ends on a cheesy note. don't judge me. )
"Life's too short for chess." ~Henry James Byron
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| and though i try i never have been good |
[11 Jan 2009|01:04pm] |
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fridaaayyyyy:
male aaron came over to my casa and we watched the strangers. i was way more scared than i needed to be before we started the movie, but it wasn't too terrible. there was a lot of yelling at the television and a lot of drooling over liv tyler. both done by me.
after, aaron stayed for dinner with the 'rents and he was nice and polite and ate that turkey burger the fastest and then realized he should have been slower because then he just sat there for a bit with an empty plate. also, my parents ate their fries with forks (even though they were already using their hands for burgers, but whatever) and aaron and i didn't and when i told him he got all nervous that they would think he was terrible for eating with his hands. way cute.
( afterwards: )
"If you want to build a ship,
don't drum up people to collect wood
and don't assign them tasks and work,
but rather teach them
to long for the endless immensity of the sea."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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| the smoke sank into my skin |
[04 Jan 2009|04:10pm] |
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i can't believe that i forgot to mention the cashier at CVS on friday. PRICELESS. i'm on my way from male aaron's to female erin's and i stop by CVS get some tea. i enter all normal and walk past the cashiers and i saw one of them look at me, but i don't think anything of it. i grab my things and and walk up to pay. this is what happened:
him: "what part of heaven do you live in?"
me (rustling through my bag for my wallet and upon hearing this ridiculousness, am convinced i heard it wrong): "i'm sorry?"
him: "what part of heaven do you live in?"
(i laugh and pull out my debit card to pay)
him: "i send god a text message and told him to send me an angel, but he didn't have to go out of his way to send you"
(i am incredibly confused on how to react and am also totally not convinced this is happening, but quickly type in my pin)
him: "you're like a 10,000 reward"
(is that a good thing?)
him: "you must be thinkin' 'man, he's so bored, this is why he's saying these things', but i'm not bored at all. i mean it"
me: "oh, well, thank you. no, i believe it. i really appreciate it."
him: "well, you have a good night"
me: "you, too"
and then i haul ass out to my car so he doesn't hear me laughing. THIS REALLY HAPPENED. i had no idea who to call first. but i got to erin's where she and hannah were watching the movie and they were highly amused and for the rest of the night we said those terrible lines to each other.
anyway.
yesterday. HILARIOUS AND AWKWARD AND FULL OF DEBAUCHERY.
( just how i like it )
"Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume." ~Jean de Boufflers
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[03 Jan 2009|01:22pm] |
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2009 is my favorite. i hope it stays that way.
gah i'm so angry it took me to the third day of the year to update! aaah!
but: i'm so ready for oh nine. a lot.
there are a lot of photos to prove that 2009 is my favorite. plus, i had a wonderful last night of 2008. you treated me well, year.
( here's to 2009 )
May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions. ~Joey Adams
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[30 Dec 2008|05:05pm] |
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2008 in review:
first sentence (or two) of first post of each month:
(in my opinion, 2008 rocked)
january hello, dear new year. i hope you treat me well.
february hm. yesterday was pretty good.
march since i am incapable of studying for any long amount of time, i shall update livejournal.
april did i update about yesterday? i totally can't remember.
may oohhh shiz still really busy. but this time in a week i'll be free! gasp shit so much to do until then.
june blugh. summer summer summer.
july what, monday? beth and i rented this hilariously weird movie called zerophilia it has taylor handley from the OC and other random crap and this equally attractive guy from some other random stuff and taylor handley is this guy that has a z chromosome and can change sex at will once he has orgasms.
august what? wednesday? i barely cleaned, but did clean. did some stuff...hmmm.
september oh man this weekend. AWESOMEZ.
october PEOPLE LIKE MY SHIT! maybe one day i WILL be a famous and wonderful author.
november i really hate that i can't keep up with updates.
december guh. homework has taken over my life.
you know what, january? it did.
well...the first sentences of my posts make it seem like my life was the same as it always was...but it wasn't. i enjoyed the hell out of 2008, but i hope next year is even better. there are many things to look forward to. i don't care how cheesy this is. now, back to cleaning my closet and listening to "adelaide" by the old 97's twelve times in a row.
Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. ~Oprah Winfrey
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[26 Dec 2008|02:26pm] |
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hm. life. i can't believe christmas is over!
jeez.
ok, last couple of days.
monday! i went to a homeschool party with laura. spent the evening talking to william wallace poynter IV. really. he was trying way to hard to get with either of us, but he lightened up and he and laura got along really really well and they exchanged numbers, which was hilarious. i love those homeschoolers. i curse like a sailor so i had to watch my language around them, which wasn't too hard because being around mom and dad is good practice.
tuesdayyyy i shopped. boy was it fun! i did find out my sister would be in for the holiday, so that was nice information. i caught up with male aaron after dinner and we hung out at his house before heading to the anne frank hideout for party timez.
( happy holidays, anne frank )
See everything; overlook a great deal; correct a little. ~Pope John XXIII
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[23 Dec 2008|11:25am] |
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so saturday night i went over to male aarons for a bit and loled at his american room. he's very much in love with baseball and he's an eagle scout so his parental units went crazy and gave him lots of eagle sculptures and that mixed with the baseball stuff and various basketball stuff and baseball hats and black and white photos of various things including astros memorabilia (he's a photography minor---which is a very appealing quality) eagles and eagle scout plaques made for an american room. let's not mention his golden retriever (appropriately named "rocket"). anyway, we left before his mother came home and because i'm an amazing friend i picked up taco cabana for high beth and high erin. we all traveled to the hideout and i watched them devour 8oz of queso and 12 tortillas rather quickly. they owe me money.
( and now I want queso and tortillas )
"Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future." ~Ruth Benedict
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[17 Dec 2008|07:08pm] |
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mondayayyy. i traveled with female erin to best buy and almost died like eight times. she bought dawson's creek season one because we know how shitty it is and now it's our favorite show. jordan arranged a meeting at empire cafe for various people. also it was a way to prompt hanging out with male aaron, blonde friend and others. we froze outside so people could smoke and we cuddled near the heaters and talked about school and i learned cousin jeff HAD MR MOORE! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. i cried laughing so hard when i told my stories and heard his. we talked in his voice for a while and the people that did not go to lamar didn't understand but it was okay.
after, we traveled to the anne frank hideout to partay it up and that's when the real fun started.
( i think i'm about to post almost 80 photos. pshhhh it's fine. )
Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad. ~A.A. Milne
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[09 Dec 2008|03:29pm] |
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i'm watching wife swap (yeah i know i'll go back to studying in a second) and some woman asked one of the kids of the other family where she should hang the rule changes in their house and the kid goes, "i think you should hang it --" and then it does the bad word beep out and she goes "i can try that but i don't think it will fit" and i laughed A LOT.
"People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges." -Joseph F. Newton
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[30 Nov 2008|07:16pm] |
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while i ignore homework and the hello kitty diamond pendant "princess kitty" (i learned that she doesn't have a mouth because she speaks from the heart. that's all i'm saying OH MY GOD IT'S 97 DOLLARS) i'm going to update.
last night was way way fun. way fun.
lots of photos. i missed these posts of like 75 photos. awww.
i traveled over to jordan and donnie's last night and they fed me 30 dollar wine. it was delicious. he bought it on accident.
( expensive wine + me + my friends = pit stains, red eye, and a lot of hilarious photos )
“Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.” - Henry Rollins
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[02 Oct 2008|02:57pm] |
PEOPLE LIKE MY SHIT!
maybe one day i WILL be a famous and wonderful author. or maybe not and will have to get a real job that i'll still love and have to write on the side. i'll take either.
that's all for now.
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| para su |
[24 Sep 2008|04:11pm] |
ugh a lot to do and only a little time to do it in. isn't that how life is supposed to work, though?
i'm a little frustrated. at the student instructor study group for spanish on monday, i totally got direct and indirect objects. now that i'm looking at a worksheet full of them, it's like i never learned them. UGH. AND i'm missing the amnesty meeting BECAUSE i can't understand all this and i don't want to miss that meeting but i don't want to fail spanish. arrrghhh. and this weekend is going to be filled with reading richard iii, aristotle and studying spanish. blargh.
but.
i'm healthy, i'm not poor, i have good friends and i have peach flavored carbonated water sitting next to me.
can't complain (but still will).
more later. i'm going to make these objects my bitch.
"Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything." -Mary Hemingway
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[22 Sep 2008|10:54pm] |
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( my dearest jordan, )
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( on another note, )
"And everything that hurts you
Gets stuffed up inside you
Like butterflies with wings
And other perfect things
We go swimming in the sunshine
Dangling from clotheslines
Separate and fall into me"
-Counting Crows
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| all it takes |
[09 Aug 2008|01:17am] |
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so who's with me when i say, being a bear would be kind of sweet. a diet of fish and berries, AND you get to sleep in for six months. minus all the ahhh! humans are scared of me! bullshit and sign me up!
"The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, it's boldness." -Victor Hugo
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[04 Aug 2008|02:19am] |
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( sigh. )
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness." -Woody Allen
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