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
La de da.

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

   


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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