So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of
Good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth
It was worth all the while

~Billie Joe
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I'm slightly amazed that, obsessive writing freak that I am, I went all of a week or so without updating. Wow. Haha. Probably because I kind of doubt anyone takes the time to read this anymore? I don't know. Either that, or I don't have much to say anymore. Maybe I just can't write anymore. Fiction, non, or poetry. Blah. Intense writer's block ( Read more... )

Mmmkay, so I was sick today... fun fun. Stupid cough and runny nose and fever type of thing. But Ross came over anyway... which was totally awesome as usual. We went to the park, out of which came *dum dum dum*

( picture-y goodness )

What if the world is not what you see today ( Read more... )

DRAMAQUEENCHS2 [7:19 PM]: tohe ( Read more... )

Ahh, I'm being overwhelmed with human nature right now. It's so incredibly confusing. I have all these thoughts swirling around in my head, and I'm not sure how to sort them out. It's like every day my eyes open a little farther, and it just makes things more complicated ( Read more... )

Back from Wisconsin, what felt like the shortest vacation ever, I guess because it was so much fun. The first two nights we stayed in this little hotel in a suburb of Madison where some of my extended family lives. Kelley and I got a room, my mom got a room, and Ross got a room. It felt like a school trip all over again. My mom set a curfew, in our ( Read more... )

Do I even like my LiveJournal anymore? I don't know. I'm mostly just on MySpace and Xanga now. Umm... yeah, like that last post was just a copy of my Xanga entry. But it's okay. Because Myspace looks awesome now (lol, right Blythe?)

I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Yea. Leave me lots of comments while I'm gone. Please!

Oh, and to all you doubters, I ( Read more... )

When I was younger, I had this idea that once a person died, they were remembered and judged by the words they left behind. I also happened to be slightly obsessed with death. I thought that I could die at any time, so I left all these journals; filled with things I thought would sound good to other people once I was gone. I figured that if I could ( Read more... )

You know that song, Piano Man, by Billy Joel? I grew up hearing that song (my parents are huge Billy Joel freaks, so naturally, I'm not.) Well, I love that song. In spite of my preferring Billie Joe to Billy Joel, something about Piano Man is so haunting and amazing that it still sends shivers down my spine. I'm horrible with it. I mean, as soon as ( Read more... )