Monday, August 23, 2004
CONGRATULATIONS, you are fucking's greatest hits
i'm sitting here listening to the blood brothers and i'm not packed and i leave in just hours. i mean it's several hours and hours and hours, but i'm about to wave goodbye to my summer home, my mom and sister and michael phelps is on tv...again. i'm leaving the olympics and the 24 hour tv set. the fuzz and the flipping channels and the all out arguements and the all night screaming. i can't take it anymore. it's breaking my nerves to live here one more second.
and she doesn't want me to leave. she, my mom, wants me to stay like it's going to help and again we've run out of time like we do every year. we just can't get anything done. there's always too much on our plates and lately, i've just been curling up on the couch and sleeping it all away and when i wake up and it's all still here, i just turn around and shut my eyes again.
i can't wait to fall asleep on a giant lumpy futon with green sheets and his long arms around me. i can look up and see the black inked "their" on his shoulder and the blue eyes and the thin wrists and his longish hair(!)and finally get some real sleep.
i keep putting my writing out there. everyone says i was made for words and i'm starting to believe them. that means i actually have to start doing some real writing and perhaps devote less hours to restless all night internet searching. i'm in 5 classes this semester that will force me to write.
intro to personal essay
into to poetry
adv. fiction writing
american literature
transformations of shakespeare
the last two are iffy like every single literature class that i take. i love reading and bookstores and knowledge, i just don't like analytical thinking. it's true, i'm terrible at it. i've tried and i know it's something that i won't get. i'm not intellectual. i'm a stupid girl with a smart air. i like how i can trick the masses.
seriously, things better start looking up or i'm going to pass out and not wake up for a long long time. i'm pretty sure i'll miss some things if i do that. you know, like the sun.
¶ 8:10 AM
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i'm sitting here listening to the blood brothers and i'm not packed and i leave in just hours. i mean it's several hours and hours and hours, but i'm about to wave goodbye to my summer home, my mom and sister and michael phelps is on tv...again. i'm leaving the olympics and the 24 hour tv set. the fuzz and the flipping channels and the all out arguements and the all night screaming. i can't take it anymore. it's breaking my nerves to live here one more second.
and she doesn't want me to leave. she, my mom, wants me to stay like it's going to help and again we've run out of time like we do every year. we just can't get anything done. there's always too much on our plates and lately, i've just been curling up on the couch and sleeping it all away and when i wake up and it's all still here, i just turn around and shut my eyes again.
i can't wait to fall asleep on a giant lumpy futon with green sheets and his long arms around me. i can look up and see the black inked "their" on his shoulder and the blue eyes and the thin wrists and his longish hair(!)and finally get some real sleep.
i keep putting my writing out there. everyone says i was made for words and i'm starting to believe them. that means i actually have to start doing some real writing and perhaps devote less hours to restless all night internet searching. i'm in 5 classes this semester that will force me to write.
the last two are iffy like every single literature class that i take. i love reading and bookstores and knowledge, i just don't like analytical thinking. it's true, i'm terrible at it. i've tried and i know it's something that i won't get. i'm not intellectual. i'm a stupid girl with a smart air. i like how i can trick the masses.
seriously, things better start looking up or i'm going to pass out and not wake up for a long long time. i'm pretty sure i'll miss some things if i do that. you know, like the sun.
¶ 8:10 AM
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