Sunday, April 29, 2007

Tripping over Laces

It feels like my feet are tied together, like I'm tripping over shoe laces. I can't stop falling. I can't stop failing.

Baah.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Racism

22.04/04.25.07

So it wasn't Keith that my dad hated. It's all men in general that I bring into this house. It wasn't just one specific person, although the earring, the long hair, and the clothing didn't help. I brought my friend Rawleigh over a few times now, and I added two and two together; my dad is a racist.

I want to kill him. He's so embarrassing. All of my friends are nice. They're funny, outgoing, great people. Why does he have to go out of his way to be rude in front of them, why can't he just go hide out in his hole like he usually does?

I'm angry and frustrated right now. And right now I don't give a fuck about everything that I have to accomplish tomorrow.

Fuck it.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Skip to my Lou

20.25/04.24.07

Skipped school today to hang out with my Peng'in. Took a two hour nap. Came home around 6 and had dinner. God I'm beat, and it's only 8.30... e_____e

Friday, April 13, 2007

Smokin' Aces?? Blam blam blam??

"Can you still remember how it seemed that we could live forever in a lover's dream?"

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

07.10/04.11.07

Went bowling monday night. Got home around 3 am? Late nights.. blegh. Went to bed so early last night but then couldn't fall asleep till about 10. Woke up after my alarm didn't go off around 6.45 and then took a shower. Still haven't found his body yet. This really sucks for his mom.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Hey Jude..

19.39/04.09.07

So Laura texts me that JT jumped off a bridge sunday morning and they cant find his body. And I walk in to school finding most of my shit that was pilferrable, pilferred. Fucking great day. Lemme tell ya.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Everywhere

09.21/04.07.07

In the papers, on the TV, everywhere.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

The Gleanings of an Empty Heart

20.21/04.05.07

Everywhere I go, there are reminders. The trees we used to climb; meetings in the graveyard, except, this one leaves and doesn't walk hand in hand with me and my dog home. This one leaves to his car and drives away, alone, sad, angry, I don't know. Just away, away to being alone.

The quack of ducks, barefooted walks through grass, rolling down those grassy hills, playing hide and seek, watching the venture brothers, listening to HIM and the Offspring, seeing his mom everyday behind the counter, bunnies, Doom, Family gatherings, cards, pictures, friends, pages, journals, drawings, stickers, buttons, sounds, smells, touch. Everything. Food, places, people, engines, vans, blues, blacks, laughs, shoes, pants, shirts, earrings, dreams, nightmares, tears, pain. Everything. Words, colours, games, WoW, children laughing, movies, soup, symbols, apples, CDs, songs, pants, pillows, patterns of light, shapes, drives, sleep. Everything.

He's everywhere, in everything. What do I want? Faxe once said: "The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next." It's true. You can't live your life by planning your months and weeks play by play, you can't even do it day by day. You have to live your life as it comes to you. Roll with the punches.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

The War We Wage

17.01/04.04.07

...is it even intentional? It's probably just another figment of my imagination, missing something, missing someone; dreaming of another day, another time and place. I wonder if he even reads this. I doubt it. I'm just another exgirlfriend.

Aside from that, I'm feeling a bit deflated this afternoon. Blaaah.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Word of the Day: Dji'warr

10.01/04.02.07

The word of the day is Dji'warr, pronounced Di'jeh warrr, meaning sky.

I don't think I'll ever see Jack again. lol I loaned him my PS1 and a couple games. He's never coming out into the light again. He has a very intense and addictive personality. So all that talk about missing me and wanting to see me everyday probably means nothing now, and his time will just be consumed by Cloud and Zidane.

Oh well, boys will be boys, right?