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Thursday, September 08, 2005
Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter.
So sleepy. Nevertheless, I'm quite happy.
I got to talk to Taughm briefly today. That was really nice.
Ian can drive people today, therefore I can use my girlfriend power to look cute and get rides everywhere. Until my damn conscience catches up with me and I give him money.
We talked about gender issues in English, which I got to a lot (go figure...), and in Current World Problems, we talked (randomly) about school uniforms, during which I almost cried because Zach (also randomly) yelled at me, quite loudly, "WHY DO YOU DRESS SO WEIRD?!" That was fun.
I was told a few weeks ago, by a boy named Ryan, during a conversation about jaded seniors, that I am "jaded as fuck!! Like you came out of the womb and were like 'oh breathing ... life ... cool.'" I thought it was rather funny.
I miss Bekah at school. And all my seniors. I miss Ferris. There, I felt comfortable to run around and scream and dance, and I didn't care what people thought about it. Here ... not so much. At all. Which is INSANE, because I'm a freaking Senior. This is the year we're SUPPOSED to run and dance and scream ... right?
I'm not liking it here so much ... anymore. It's too high school all of a sudden. Today before school, I was walking to the office to do morning announcements with Janessa, and I noticed that during the last five minutes before school, half of the main stairway is taken up by (pardon my stereotype) "jocks" sitting on the steps. This I find to be VERY inconvenient, so I asked Janny why they can do that every day, and no one says anything. I mean, it seems to be quite a traffic block, don't you think? Anyway, Janny didn't quite know how this situation could happen either, so she did a sensible thing, and took it to the vice president. He said he'd look into it, and apparently hasn't yet, because they were still there during lunch AND after school.
I swear ... if they're not gone by two weeks from now. I'm going to crack, and run up and down the stairs chanting something dirty in Japanese.
OH!! But as a peaceful retaliation, Tristen and I ran around school today in our skirts putting flowers in lockers.
Yeah. Hell hath no fury.
I love you guys. You should come see my play, in early November. Can you make it? Please? Taughm should come too, this time.
Posted at 10:30 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I'm so tired of crying. UUUUUUUUUUUUGH.
Mhm, behold caveman Aubee.
I just feel like swearing. Iono ... school started yesterday.
I'm not ready to graduate. I feel like time has completely flown out the window, and it's windy outside, so all these little time pieces are flying all over, and I can't catch any of them.
In English, we read letters from last years Seniors, to us, this year's Seniors. Cried.
Yesterday, I heard my mom and dad talking about finances all day, and had a Peter Pan moment. Cried.
No more. I'm tired of crying, of being a baby, of being afraid. Tomorrow ... I'm going to be brave. Tomorrow I'll stand up tall and say hello to everyone I see. Tomorrow, I'm going to internally grow up.
Damn. I hate this. I'm totally Peter Panning these days. Fuck. ANGST!!!!!!!
I hate entries like this. They make me feel like an idiot. But, I guess I'm just being human or something. Weird.
I miss you guys. As twisted as I was/am, life seemed almost simpler in Spokane.
I just miss you guys.
Posted at 07:06 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
Why yes, I DID just get back from driving to Safeway ... alone!!!
So, I have my license. And yesterday we found "The Last Unicorn", one of the best products of the 80s, at Hasting's on DVD for 10 dollars.
My mom is going "hm..." with Spokane all of a sudden, but I haven't lost hope yet.
I've spent all day looking at Rainbow Brite and "The Last Unicorn" shirts. I need some. Not really of course, but I'm looking for cheap ones, because I think they're most nifty.
Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times I've wished that I had told you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished that I could
Mold you into someone who could
Cherish me as much as I cherish you
Oh I'm beginning to think that man has never found
The words that could make you want me
That have the right amount of letters, just the right sound
That could make you hear, make you see
That you are drivin' me out of my mind
Oh I could say I need you but then you'd realize
That I want you just like a thousand other guys
Who'd say they loved you with all the rest of their lies
When all they wanted was to touch your face, your hands
And gaze into your eyes
Perish is the word that more than applies
To the hope in my heart each time I realize
That I am not gonna be the one to share your dreams
That I am not gonna be the one to share your schemes
That I am not gonna be the one to share what
Seems to be the life that you could
Cherish as much as I do yours
And I do cherish you
It's a cliche song, but I like it. While it sounds so peaceful, it's actually quite sad. Like Simon and Garfunkal songs.
Posted at 04:52 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
I want to be rainbow high.
La de da. I'm leaving town, again. How dreadful. I hate summer. I feel like unless I'm with people all the time, which I'm not made to do, I loose track of people. How awful. Man, I'm hardcore whine-ful today.
Okanogan is calling, but I'll be back soon. Then I need to get me license, and get planned my world.
I need to call Tiff to see if she can take time off of work, so I'm going to go do that.
Kitty: You rock. I love my fairies a lot.
Megs: I'm glad we're getting better, and I'll see you soon!!!
Love!!
Posted at 11:56 am by Form_of_Genius
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
This is written from memory, so it may not be accurate ...
So, I've had this song stuck in my head, and I figure if I write it down ... it won't be. AUGUST 15TH!!! SO STOKED!!!
She's like the wind through my dreams. She rides the night next to me. She leads me through moonlight, only to burn me with the sun. She's breaking my heart, but she doesn't know what she's done. I feel her breath on my face; her body close to me; I can't look in her eyes; she's out of my league. JUST A FOOL to believe I have anything she needs; she's like the wind.
I look in the mirror, and all I see is a young old man with only a dream. Am I just fooling myself that she'll stop the pain? Living without her, I'd go insane.
I feel your breath on my face; you're body close to me; I can't look in your eyes; you're out of my league.
Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs. She's like the wind.
Yeah. Ironically I've been listening to "Phantom of the Opera" for the last few days. The Broadway version of course.
La de da. I kind of finished-ish my script-ish. And today I saw "Charlie" for the third time today. Yeah, it's come out of the family's money once. Muaha. You know what? Charlie is actually a REALLY neat name. I mean really, it sound so lovely. I really like the name Kurtly too ... kind of.
Yeah. Damn. So, my hope is by the 15th, I'll have my freaking license. Then, I can go to school in the morning and take care of business, and zoom down to Spokane. I think I can manage on my own, eh? Yeah ... it should be okay, in my head, as long as nothing goes wrong. Which things probably will. But the theoretical idea sounds pretty sweet doesn't it?
Posted at 10:39 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
My dearest friend, if you don't mind, I'd like to join you by your side.
Where we can gaze into the stars, and sit together, now and forever. For it is plain as anyone can see, we're simply meant to be.
So, I'm currently rewriting my One Act. Insert swear words. Updates to follow. Over and out.
Posted at 01:08 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Monday, July 18, 2005
Hahaha ... cool laughter ... yes well ...
So I forgot to mention in my last entry that while I DO suck, I'm going to do my best to get better. I know I always say that, but I think I can do this one. I mean, I'm doing it now.
A lot of them may just be me telling you guys that I love you, but hopefully you won't get tired of that, right?
Soo ... yup. Lyrics:
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away
Posted at 11:27 pm by Form_of_Genius
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To all those who have wanted to shoot me in the face:
Of which I am one.
I have goosebumps. It's about 80 degrees in my house, and I have goosebumps. WHAT'S GOING ON?!
Bloody hell, what a long time it's been. That's my fault. I basically suck. I don't know ... this place got weird. Isn't it stupid how a page on a screen can become so emotional? Well not stupid, so much as ... weird. Because ... pages are so impersonal sometimes. There was just all this talk and confusion and anger that I thought up in my head, and then I was on vacation for two weeks.
I'm sorry you guys. Gosh ... at-sign, asterisk symbol.
I mentally come to you all on my knees, hoping you still tolerate me.
Damn.
Um ... to the world of Spokane, those who read this ... which is few, but those few are enough for me, I'm going to try to get up to Spokane the first chance I get, which will be after my Playwrighting class is over prolly. Soooo in a few weeks.
I feel very isolated today. It's one of those days when I'm dying to call someone, but don't see the point.
On the bright side, I talked to Megara the other day, and that was a relief. I love talking to her. Aaaand I received a package from Kitty which made my day, and thought some things that didn't.
Hey, you know who's a cool guy? Saint Francis of Assisi. I know, very ... Catholic of me, I suppose, but really ... look into him sometime. He preached to birds man. Birds.
You know who's right up there with him? My darling Mr. Fred Rogers.
Hm ... oh and today I checked the mail, and there was a "Child Support Deposit" for 250 dollars from Stephen Dahlen. That made me black out for a minute. That's actually happened a few times today.
My darlings, I love you all more than life itself, and I hope very much to see you soon.
Posted at 11:03 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
"Mona Lisa Smile" is a greeeat movie.
I miss you guys. This summer, we're hanging out A LOT. No buts about it.
I have so much to do. I swear my teachers are trying to kill me. I have to get back to a paper now, but I just thought I'd let you girls know that I adore you more than words can say.
And I miss the days of sleeping all day.
Too many "days". Back to work ...
Posted at 11:42 pm by Form_of_Genius
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Busy busy busy. Five projects due in the next two weeks. No sleeping. Going crazy. But living life, and loving most of it. God's a cool guy. I'm okay.
Posted at 08:16 pm by Form_of_Genius
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"A heart can be broken, but it keeps beating just the same."
"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 unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." Life's really all about reaching equilibrium.
"Do you ever put your arms out and spin and spin and spin?
Well that's what love is like.
Makes your heart race, turns your world upside down.
But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still,
you can lose your balance. You can't see what's happening
to the people around you. You can't see that you're about to fall."
This is my new theme song!!!! It's called Girl Anachronism:
you can tell from the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that i'm not the carefullest of girls
you can tell from the glass on the floor and the strings that're breaking and i keep on breaking more and it looks like i am shaking but it's just the temperature and then again if it were any colder i could disengage if i were any older i would act my age but i dont think that youd believe me it's not the way i'm meant to be it's just the way the operation made me
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and you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late and ive got some issues to work through there i go again pretending to be you make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose
i am not so serious this passion is a plagiarism i might join your century but only on a rare occasion i was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world's worst accident i am the girl anachronism
and you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that i'm not right now at all there i go again pretending that i'll fall don't call the doctors cause they've seen it all before they'll say just let her crash and burn she'll learn the attention just encourages her
and you can tell from the full-body cast that YOUR sorry that YOU asked though you did everything you could (like any decent person would) but i might be catching so don't touch you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff don't get me wet because the bandages will all come off
and you can tell from the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical well it is the little things, for instance: in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses: please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...
i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest i was too precarious removed as a caesarian behold the worlds worst accident I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
"You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the answer is always there."
" 'Suddenly I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping on my chamber door.' You heard me rapping, right?"
"Don't move!!" "I thought the police always said freeze." "Well I am the police and I say don't move Snow White. You move, you're dead." "Then I say I'm dead and I move."
Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.
"It's funny. Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial."
"This is the story of a girl, the pretty face she hid from the world, and while she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her when she smiles."
Won't you cure my tragedy Won't you cure my tragedy Don't take her smile away from me She's broken and I'm far away
"I thought you were invincible!" "I was. I'm not anymore."
All The Times All the times she talked of death All the times she talked of him All the times she cut herself The pain runs through me aswell All the times she cryed over him All the stories she made of him All the times she thought of death The pain runs through me aswell All the times I cryed for her All the times I prayed for her All the times I was scared for her She never knew I did All those times in the past All those thoughts that might never pass All those days we were hurt She always thought the worst All the times I tried to think Everytime to comfort her Everytime they seemed to fail I continued to pray...
It's hard to notice gleaming from the sky When you're staring at the cracks It's hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered
I'd tell you how it haunts me Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams You don't care that it haunts me There are no flowers, no, not this time There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find I'd show a smile but I'm too weak I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me Just how much this hurts me Just how much you...
Heartbreak, incarnate, I'm nothing if not your memories Heartbreak, please let me be enjoying your pain
Someday, I will be... I'll be that what you want from a failing dream Because I will, I may at best Be as low as you feel
Am I the star beneath the stairs? Am I a ghost upon the stage? Am I your anything? I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent and in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me. And I don't want to die tonight; will you believe in me? And I don't want to fall into the light. Will you wish upon? Will you walk upon me? I don't want to die tonight. Will you.
I will wait for you forever if you would just ask me I thought that I could change you but you changed me but it doesn't feel right holding someone else's hand together on phone lines and living at two opposite ends it scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me but your head is elsewhere and I'm talking enough for both of us when will you see it's not so easy for me
these words with no reply stopping we's and starting i's this need is killing me and taking me over i wanted to mean everything to you but this isn't right you keep coming back disassembled and i keep losing this fight
carpet stains from coffee cups thrown to stop from hurting so much paralyzed I thought I would fail you somehow and let you down but you saved me from death
you've taken this too far now it has to stop once again the table has turned and i'm behind picking up the pieces from the night my face is scared sometimes I feel that I can't trust myself at all every time the sky breaks open with sunshine and streaming swords collide it takes me back in time I float away to another place where heaven is waiting right outside
is it over? I am fine thank you dearly for your time I'll be leaving don't you cry I'll be back soon at least I'll try can't you see there is no time to think selfishly yesterday's gone, tomorrow's here can't turn back now I won't quit I still love you I swear I always will
Oh solitude, Forever me, forever you. Oh solitude, Only you, only true.
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