how jessie ruined my day:

she set her status message to this;
"You are a sellout but you couldn't even do that right. So your price tag has been slashed, now you chillin on a half price clearance rack."

and it freaked me out.
so i said to her;
"i know it's not directed at m, but it resonates in my bones, a sense of a condencending higher figure, telling me i was never worth the crap i put people through."

and it totally put me in a funk.

high street

great episode.
sirrusly.

hyde is mah hero.


rhia says: yus sliding down the dirt bike hill on mah knees was a rlly [expletive, stand-in word is crap] idea.

nuuu. i will nawt back douwn!

nuhunnuhuhuhdududududududuud.

i woke up with an unnaturel amoont of hypernuss in mah bloodstreem.

New Shoes

Red, black, brown.
Pink, purple, polka dots.
Boots, slippers, sneakers.
Flip-flops, sandals, Uggs.
We walk through this world on our shoes...
Our shoes are our personas.
Some people get a life-long guarantee on theirs,
waterproof, petproof, peopleproof.
Others' shoes wear thin.
They have to go try another pair on.
Goth, prep, nerd.
Step careful, you might lose a shoe...

It's okay to let some go.
A few walk barefoot.
They've been pushed beyond,
to the point of no return.
Be kind to them,
offer an old pair.
You just might save a life.

why join the navy if you could be a pirate?

i laughed; i cried
i lived; i died


i think i'm stealing that from someone...

there's also

i have this little ache inside of me,
just screaming to be free.
i rip it out and let it fly;
it hurts so much i have to cry.
the little ache is no more,
in it's place it leaves a gaping hole.

so... more ≠ hole. but it's close. ish. close-ish. closeish. clish.

lewis carroll is genius. "if you were to say fuming and furious, and say them at the same time, you would say them in whichever order you were partial too. you might say, fuming-furious, or furious-fuming. however, if you are on the the few special people, you would blend the words together. i would say frumious."
that's genius. the library has this book that's "The Jabberwocky" with incredible. illustrations.

i've started to read harder literature. i'm currently reading "hamlet" and "a midsummer night's dream", "les miserables" and a book i got at the library that is adult nonfiction. it's hard to understand at first but as soon as you get into the groove of it you can read it quickly. at least, i can.

i'm excited to be going to california. i've researched some museums, and am pleased that a Frida exhibit will be there while my family is in San Fransisco.

have a great day; i'm feeling cheerful

:]

in theory

the party

the highs

the crank

and the cranking of the music

the car

a hummer

too big, too much power

the death

she hadn't done anything

she was just in the wrong place, the worst possible time

no way to stop it

she even looked both ways

had she stayed for the end credits

she would be here

but she died

like a character in that movie she wanted to see so much

the funeral

lachrymose

morose

somber

crying

"it was too early"

"not her time"

he's

cutting

blaming

more crying

confessing

anything to avoid the truth of his mistake

the mother:

lawsuit.

someone has to pay.

deathrow.

"it's the only verdict i'll stand for."

the judge:

she died how?

the defendent:

i don't know...

i didn't see her

it wasn't worth the high

and now...
she's gone
he's gone

gone.

at least for now.

understatement from the basement

i've been understated,
i've been overrated
more than any Oscar movie

tear me down,
build me up again

i can't keep track
of how many times
i've been forced to step back
to re-asses my life
and who i am

or who i pretend to be, that is

understatement from the basement
who i can't be
overrated, floating in the sea
who i'd like to be

i can't express this feeling
there are no words for it

perhaps i'll be lewis carroll
and make up a word for it

or try on the mask of emily dickonson
and not care that it won't rhyme

they say nothing rhymes with circus.
they're wrong.

they're wrong about everything
and nothing at the same time

they know it all
and they know nothing

who are they,
anyway?

this is going on too long, i still can't find the word

build me up,
push me down

over the edge
my current residence

could you throw me a rope?
it needn't be more than a syllable

understated, overrated
my life
imaginary, full of lies
i've lost track of how many times i've cried

on stilts
six feet under

i'm just glad i'm still breathing

I'm losing my mind, Volume Two

it's just falling
slipping
the time's just
(poof)
gone.
it'll never come back.
i can't try again,
there are no restarts.
one false move and
(zap)
game over.
forever.
they say your life flashes before your eyes as you die.
but if it doesn't?
have you lost even the smallest bit of that moment?
that you might have ever gotten back?
slipping
falling
sliding
pulling
removing
it flies away.
i'm losing my mind, i can't keep up!
where has the time gone?
what happened to summer nights,
gazing at the stars?
what happened to mexican resturants,
and avril lavigne in spanish?
all that's left
are my memories.
and even those
have disappeared.
slipping
falling
sliding
pulling
removed
it's flown
far way
where i'll never reach it
(i'll always be a couple inches short)
i promise i tried
but i've lost my mind.

I'm losing my mind, I promise. - Jessie thinks I said that

Guest Blogger:
I"m letting Jessie post. But she's a lazy-arsche and doesn't have anything to say.
"Hobos USA rocks. Whooo!"
that's about it.
It was my friends's [jessie says: bobo the hobo!] dance.... We went and saw it last night. It was a Jazz... I/We also like the Senior Choreographer's dance... she did the splits mid-air. Pretty aawesome.
annnnd. the seeker sucked. don't watch it. the only coolness was the SAnta Cruz O'Neil Surf Shop jacket and the "can i fly" "what?" "you know -hand gesture- whoosh?"
so... yah.
that's 70's show > world
seriously.