a cricket is trapped in my room, or the surrounding walls, voicing its frustration with an incessant chirping. i'm sorry that i can't provide it with better company, but take a bitter pleasure in knowing that it is alone, with me. freshly cleaned, my room has been less than off limits lately, and the peace of a night with a fake sunflower and old ( Read more... )

driven past a graveyard, i notice too late and stop to catch a breath. on the exhale, i realize that i've defeated the point already; i'm not supposed to let go. i stop half-way through the action and try to pass the remaining time by counting the seconds before my next breath; but my one-mississippi's coincide perfectly with the rate that the rows ( Read more... )

four pansies, (three purple, one yellow) caught my attention today while i stood in the last of the afternoon sun before heading to SAT prep. they had sprung up at the edge of the backyard where our driveway meets the lawn and stood whimsically defiant of the tall grass and taller dandelions which shared their living space. to be completely honest ( Read more... )

my summer writing instructor once told us that lists were not good ways to communicate. they convey no information and they essentially have no point. they were the bane of his existence as one of the literarily cultured ( Read more... )

....is a bitch. i know, i thought that i was off of the whole 'school-is-taking-over-my-life' thing too, but, apparently i'm not. i'm dealing with it - can you ( Read more... )

that's right! this year = pit orchestra year # 3. because what else could one want out of life. i know that all i want is to become one with my clarinet. oh, and maybe to pass that history test i kinda fudged up today ( Read more... )

so, somehow, despite never being able to fall asleep during themost monotonous of classes, i completely conk out in the library after school while trying to get ahead in my homework. oh, and i'm pretty sure a fair amount of my teachers saw me. life is not fair ( Read more... )

so i've been productive today. a plus for me. but now i choose to neglect the last 40+ pages of paul revere and his horse in favor of typing ( Read more... )

at home, there is nothing to do. at least nothing exciting, not in my house, so i'm just here looking at tabs i'll probably never master and listening to 'slow and depressing' but good music. and it's put me in the mood to look at all the reasons why i never have any 'substantive conversation' with which to converse with people ( Read more... )

unfortunately, they do not hold the keys to my heart...hah hah hah...yeah. so, it's delightfully sketchy here. running at night, if you're not in a group (meaning you haven't coerced at least one other person to run with you (meaning you used a NINJA STAR!!!...)...)you get the distinct feeling that you're going to be shot. if the sparking power ( Read more... )