sigh

i love the word sigh. it is so effective.



i have developed a rash on my face and neck and i am kind of freaking out about it. if i look like a gigantic puffy red freak on tuesday that is why.

anyways i wrote this piece at the bus stop today from my shoes point of view and it had this part i thought was funny:

"I know Chelsea has a sense of humor because of her choice not to wear socks"

cute, amiright?




i love music that sounds so beautiful but is about really messed up things, like Wintersleep.

" Hold me like a child
In your warm, warm arms
Whisper parables
Keep me safe from harm

Oh my sagging skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes

There was laughter once
There were pretty songs
Pull the metal shards
Thin my clotted blood

Oh my rotted skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes"

please actually download the song if you haven't heard it, its much better heard than read.

wintersleep- jaws of life.





this was a very random entry.

am i the only one

who posted over the long weekend.

/nerd.



like my cats?

sigh

i really should start spending time outside of my bed.

its just too scary out there. . .

i have everything thing on my good ol' queen sized, space foamed mattress.

i have my phone, my laptop, my clothes, my books, some scissors, some art stuff, a sketch book, a journal, some really soft sheets, socks, tylenol and a bottle of ginger ale.

what makes this funnier is, its not like i just have a bedroom, i have an entire basement suite to myself, and i stay in my bed.

anyways i have to clean now or i'll have to compare my mother to some type of ancient dragon.

good thing the only part of my suite that is messy is my bed. . . .

pointing fingers

first of all i would like to clear up that i was so sick i did not realize that wednesday was in fact not thursday. (in reference to my last post bb's)


back to the topic.

oh satire, parody, black humour, sarcasm. all the things i live my life by really. my boyfriend has told me that i "can't meet someone without making fun of them" which is probably true. i was also told that i look like a girl who's a "b" to those who don't deserve it.

whatever, at least i'm hilarious.

anyways i am going to make fun of non conformists.

the idea of conforming and non conforming "boggles" me. its so effing ridiculous. to not conform you have to dress in a manner that almost seems as if. . . you're trying to conform to something. . . . *cough*punk rock kids*cough*

and the ultimate non conformist ideal is anarchy, which in its self does not work, as anarchist could never form an alliance, and everyone knows that no revolution was complete with out a group or party. and the majority of "anarchist" are on the internet posting about how high school tries to make them conform. a real anarchist (kind of like a real santa, or a real communist leader, or a real easter bunny) would not use a computer because they would not support Macintosh or windows.

anyways, the whole idea of not conforming is absurd.

dear non conformist,

your mom and dad conformed, and thus had you.



the real non conformist are those who actually just wear whatever and do whatever they feel like.

its so stupid to go about your life attempting to non conform, which in the end leads you to conform.........

idiots.

sick day, yeah!

so today i stayed home sick. i remembered ms. wedel telling the librarian that we would be in the library again thursday, so i am going to assume you guys blogged.

today was magnificent, minus the throwing up of raisin bran (soooo mushy) and the constant feeling of gravol inflicted dizziness.

i watched One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest on tv (which was rather ironic as it was what i would have been doing if i were attending english class today) and i cried at the end. that damned mcmurphy is such a charmer.

easter is coming. and i have a question, if easter is about j-christ why don't we indulge in chocolate jesus' rather then eggs? it doesn't make sense to me.

imagine, kids looking for chocolate relics.

hahaha

i'm awesome

scars

I was sitting too close.

And my brother thought he was being funny.

I pulled my skin from the glass of the fireplace.

Only to see it snap back to the fireplace.

the skin remains there, and my wirst is replaced with a purple tinge.

my mother tells me this one will never go away.

failures and what not.

i don't fail.

enough said.

but this one time, i almost did.

I can't speak spanish.

I can't eat bananas.

I can't look at slugs.

I can't look at mold.

I can't look at ugly people publicly displaying affection.

I can't understand math.

I can't understand people who don't like me.

I can't live with a crocodile.

I can't hug a leper.

I can't hate adam langley.

I can't enjoy action comedies.

I can't enjoy Angelina jolie.

Infact I stand a lot of current actors.

I can't understand the point of any belief but that of in yourself.

I can't comprehend the idea of a "all knowing being"

I can't understand why people think love is a matter of age.


Thus I fail.

I am a failure.