March 2010
15 posts
Sunset park and messy cars
This feeling I haven’t felt in awhile. It tingles. And flies through my stomach up into my throat. It feels good. But I know it’s anything but.
What’s the harm? I am in love. And I see violets.
Many, many happy violets.
“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s...
I feel
like we’re drifting apart. I feel like I’m forcing things a little too much. Maybe a lot too much. I wish I didn’t have to. But maybe if I pretend for long enough, things will go back to the way they used to be. Before daily fights and college tension. Before track and schoolwork wedged their way between us. Before I consciously had to make time to see you. And consciously make...
Never published...but should have been.
From their inception, magnet schools were meant to excite the intellects of middle and high school students around the country. Their one destiny was to unite a student body of advanced thinkers and knowledge hungry teenagers, drown them with the rigors of academic excellence, and hopefully send them on their way to make their voice heard in an all competitive world.
What the creators of such...
A poem to Andre Clay
Oh Andre, oh Andre,
How pissed I am at you.
You punched through a window.
What a dumbass move.
Now your hand is broken.
As is your girlfriend’s heart.
Now the words you’ve spoken
Prove that you’re not very smart.
Oh Andre, oh Andre
How pissed I am at you.
You ruined my newspaper.
And probably the rest of your life so BOO HOO HOO
>:[
Sunset Park
was made for running. Well, probably not JUST running. But it has an amazing running trail. One that I have rarely seen.
Probably because lazy Andrew and Delwyn never want to go running with me. Instead they’re hungry or want to play some silly game: “basketball.” Oh well, at least I was spared a savage dog attack (Andrew and Delwyn live to tell the tale).
Aside from my...
a peanut butter and banana sandwich conquers all
I was so close to giving up on you today. I was so close to quitting. And I quit things pretty easily, you should know. You should know that this could slip from you so easily. You should appreciate what we have. You should know me better than this by now. After all we have been through, you should know to treat me better than this. If things don’t change, I will make them change. I will...
Blogging
is like having an amazingly fragile diary.
When there are secrets that were never meant for public eyes, the internet God will randomly screw up the connection and make you lose your whole entry.
Am I going to throw a fit about it? Am I going to become upset that I lost what would have become a public version of my innermost feelings in plain text?
Nope.
Because life is too amazingly fragile...
I NEED TO BLOG!!!
but my mind is racing too much to organize my thoughts…grrr…
I feel like im going a hundred miles an hour.
But the clock is moving even faster…
What a weekend...
First Andrew and Delwyn (AKA the Sunset Park Triangle Gang (oh yeahhh)). Then NHS and Andrew and disgusting/dirty/tiring hard labor. Then Andrew and Martin (geez Andrew go away (hehe jkjk)). Then you. And the questions begin…
It went by so fast! Now on to school AGAIN. Efff it. I have no time for any of it anymore. I have no time for homework. No time for my poor mommy. And, I hate to...
HELL WEEK NUMERO 3
has come to a close…or has it?
Ahh…I have some nice relaxing editing to look forward to on my Friday night.
Hopefully I will return to you soon, Tumblr. But for now, The Chant needs its mommy.
I hate change.
I’m a republican. What can I say? ;]
I'm sorry
that I didn’t do everything that you asked today.
I’m sorry that I don’t throw myself at you every second of every day.
And that I don’t text you all day long. Or call you every night.
I’m sorry I dont plan out our every date or all of our daily plans.
I’m sorry I’ve had boyfriends before.
I’m sorry these boyfriends didn’t treat me so...
In Neebster's (10:01 this morning)
This class makes me want to claw my eyeballs out. Even when she’s not here her oh so carefully planned out lessons make it…nauseating. I can safely say I have never had a teacher quite like the Neebster. Is that a good thing? Maybe to her. Miss “I’m unique and creative and imaginative-Can’t you tell from my awkward, miss-matched, hippy attire that leaves my students...
I am in shock
to feel that lovey dovey energy again. It’s amazing. And wonderful. And filling. And encouraging. Let’s just pray it lasts more than two days.
Eh, I’m feeling oddly unemotional right now, so unfitting for blogging.
So, goodbye.
P.S. My prom dress is prettier than yours. ;]
