February 2010
eye contact.
saw lovely boy in shoes i desperately wanted. knew about the shoes before he rocked them, though… these are the ones i want… however. he rocked these… you know. fairly well. which i also want. with black tights. and a short skirt. and well… my button down and blazer, as per usual. or, my socks rolled down and a skater skirt. either, or.
January 2010
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kissing fish.
stream of conscience all day in english yesterday. it was fucking awesome. i i only wish we could have read everyone in our class’s. because we just took a section and swapped with someone, and then tried to write like we were in their head, and then swapped with someone else. then we did purely sensory for five minutes. it was fascinating. because i cant connect my thoughts fast enough. i...
dream.
weird dream the other night. for osme reason, me and loads of other people are outside of this house. and its pouring down rain. and im in a really long t shirt. and this girl in a few of my classes is there, too. and this kid in my history class is there, and he asks me whether i have pants on or not. and i say that i do. but theyre just really short. except i dont actually have any on. and then...
feel brand new.
no one to go to new york with. of all weekends, all my friends there are busy. or, better yet, out of town… sucks. im still going, i think. although ive no idea what the fuck ill be doing, or whom ill be with… girl next door ticked me off. i told her to fuck herself, but i dont think she heard me. alas… spent most of last night watching gossip girl. because im a nerd, and its...
Spike Jonze blowing stuff up →
so. freaking. awesome…
omg. this weather! it totally makes me want summer. so freaking bad…
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i want to be in somebody’s dreams.
eighteen.
mmhk. so school? yeah. fuck school. roomie is hardly civil to me. i. have. no. friends… hockey pretty much just gets me through. if i didnt have jackie, i dont know what the fuck i would do. what the fuck am i going to do next year?! i dont freaking know. i have the roomie situation to work out for next year. our room sucks. anndddddddd there is a freaking open house in our near future. why,...
if i were beautiful for a day, i would smile.
new year. new fears.
and so this year i just want to be happy. i resolve to be happy. but being happy isnt just a decision made on my part. it’s the implications of others, and their thoughts tumbling around me in circles and leaving them between my eyelids as i fight sleep. i want friends. and to eat healtheir. i want to lose weight, so people take me seriously. i want to be a better skater. i want to be in...
“you have all the time in the world”
– thanks random guy outside… since you’re speaking to me through the glass of my window and all.