Poem #1Fireworks spazz like jazz ( Read more... )

I was going to write a livejournal entry, but I decided I don't have the organizational skills to write a comprehensive evaluation of my life right now.

I wish summer were infinite, a lot of the time. I honestly don't think I would mind being 18 years old in summer vacation limbo for the rest of forever ( Read more... )

I am overwhelmed with laziness. Today was senior skip day AKA ruta/lisa/tracy/jen skip day and basically the point of this entry is that

I hope I graduate

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i got hit by a car on thursday;

my life is a dark comedy

( i went roadtripping )

my body's exhausted

and it's hard to describe what's up
sort of nothing
sort of everything

"woah. that was just like ( The 90's. )

winter's not so bad. life remains adventurous (insane) and for the most part enjoyable.

So, this one time...Pete, Danielle, and I took Oliver and Eleanor, Fabiolas life-size-stocking-people-creations, out to the city...


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I wonder who made up the list of 'moods'?

I want to go paint

Once, on Christmas Eve, my mother handed me an ominous zebra striped gift bag. It came with a disclaimer. The disclaimer was ‘this one is from Santa.”
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal. Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’ ( Read more... )