You know what irritates me? The word "psyched." Moreso than it should, I'm sure. And I have to cringe every single time Sarah Tang says "I'm psyched..." which is a lot. A really lot. But I keep my mouth shut. Because good friends do that and stuff. But it just makes me want to remove her brain when she does it. She's so intelligent, and they've ( Read more... )

 Well, it's that time of year, ladies and gents. To actually make some New Years Resolutions (blah blah blah). So, to start and finish, I had to create a list of 40 things to do before I turn forty my junior year, in AP English Language. Now, I have some of the old ideas, and I'm working on creating new ones. Any help would be greatly appreciated. ( Read more... )

I had a nightmare last night ( Read more... )

I've sort of been neglecting my friends' list; not commenting etc. I feel guilty. Sorry. I'm reading, at least ( Read more... )

I went out tonight. Out with the elderly people; carting them around the zoo in the cold, watching the lights. The marines were there, collecting toys. I gave the boy mine and he grinned at me and smiled and thanked me and watched me walk away into the gift shop. And I looked at myself in the clear glass door and at the necklace sinking beneath my ( Read more... )

New Years Resolutions ( Read more... )

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I was her and he was him and I was walking down a suspiciously familiar walkway. I want to say something very akin to The Parish , chapter two, out in the fields, by the public restrooms. He had written words in chalk on the ground. Funny words. Sweet words. Love words. And I'd brought a camera. I took a picture of his second sentence. I took a ( Read more... )

I remember this one time, I got so sick that I couldn't eat anything without having my body deny me within twenty minutes. He got really mad at me that day, for some reason. I think it was that he was severely upset about Tejai trying to jump my bones while he'd been "gone," and him worrying that I'd accept the offer. Yeah, that was it. If I didn't ( Read more... )

I was rudely awaken this morning by a series of pointless, confusing, disturbing dreams... the last of which ended with Josh and I spending time together in a yellow, wooden room post us dating. He was picking out feathers from a pillow that had nearly burst when his most recent fling hit him with it, after finding out that the two of us had had ( Read more... )