jack the rippar

They live in separate worlds, they do. He, with his office job and his affair, never caring enough to say more than to grunt, "Salt." She, with her clandestine taboo thoughts, pushed to the untouched recesses of her mind, unseen by even her.
They sat down to dinner every night, silence filling in the gaps and and blank spaces that have been occupied words and thoughts and feelings.
Silence was their landlord, and the payed their dues on the clock every day.

let me know if i should continue. i was reading the fiction section in my New Yorker and i realised i really like that kind of writing.

sew

so jessie reads. and and anon reads.
:/
i'm tired.
and i DID write in gabbie's story! swear. buttface computer deleted the chapter i'd written. -pissed at computer-
and i surprisingly like renata. i'd kind of had her labeled as annoying but she's actually pretty cool.and i've finally figured out how to spell "surprised." belatedly, i know, but i figured it out. BY MYSELF. -proud-
pride and jealousy are opposites, right?
so, i'm jealous of rhia. SHE GETS TO GO SEE ATREYU. AND CHIODOS. -.- AND SHE GOT TO SEE AFI.
/jealous
and then we laughed. because they always wear all white and have white instruments. and they're so emo. so, funny.
jimmy urine cane make me /rofl. just putting that out there.
i want to learn how to read tabs.
anyone up to teaching me?
i think i should write a poem or something. i haven't written in forever. well, i wrote jessie a s/a at midnight last week but that doesn't count. that's right. MIDNIGHT RAMBLINGS ARE NOT WRITING.
unfortunately, i have Don't Cry Out stuck in my head. it's repetetive and fills your brain.

FORGET
dressed up, messed up,
dolled up, called up
fell off, written off
scratch slip slide
can't remember, can't forget
wherever did you go, my tourniquet
slice stab gush
you once head my heart,
now you hold my hand,
as you watch the crimson river runs its course.



so. emo.

but that's what i get for falling asleep listening to tourniquet.




music: Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns
location: green chair!

i'd like to mention that NOBODY reads this

o.O
okay, so maybe i'm not vigilant in checking jessie's blog. or william's. or amy's. or pete's. but dudes, at least every three days.
it seems you don't read this at all.
i'm just going to update one more time, then i might move to LJ. unless someone proves to me they read this.
]:<
i'm learning to play guitar now. well, my little sister's showing me chords and i'm practising them so when we locate a new guitar instructor i'll already have toughened up my fingertips and basic knowledge of whatever s/he's going on about.
i have to go wash dishes now.
more later.

...

MOVIE ALICE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BLACKY HAIRS!
-murders costume designer and/or makeup artist-
ALICE HAS BLACK HAIR.
-storms off-


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i like kittens.

shiny patrick! :D

the future freaks me out

so justin (Motion City Soundtrack) gets the kudos for putting everyone's thoughts to music.

i totally freaked myself out last night (this morning, 4 am.), thinking about the future. maybe it's just teenage low-ego but i really haven't found a topic i'm passionate about or something i'm particularly good at.

thennn i decided that i'd be okay with whatever happens, because everything happens for a reason. now i just have to believe that.

so.

here are some things i've always (always being relative) wanted to do. (wiggles indicate the not-so-much anymore jobs)
- work at a clothing store/boutique
- work at a wedding dress boutique
- book store worker/owner
- writer
- artist
- photographer
- barista
- musician
- best mum ever
- world traveler
- pretty much anything in the alternative scene. (clothing, teching, playing, merch booth-ing...)
~ glass-blower
~ cashier
~ flight attendant
~ one of those people that makes the displays in store windows.. you know
~ teacher


and i'm significantly feeling better.. i mean, i have the whole rest of my life to try all these things... screw money. and no one's stopping me.

ps. i'm NOT suicidal. -turns that into a mantra-