so the latest on my life: in psychology yesterday we were talking about Sigmund Freud and psychoanalysis which is really interesting basically what it is is that the patient lays down on this couch with the therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist (i'm not sure which is the correct term cuz they all mean different things) and the patient has to free associate for 50 minutes free association = ...
he doesn't deserve her so what if he can admit to that? what does that even prove? that he can be manipulative? he tried to blame last night on me are u kidding? she takes this shit? i literally do not trust him there is potential for good in there somewhere but he needs to find it himself and believe in it until then all u can get is a fuck u
I am back to not sleeping. Actually, I think it is more comforting than sleeping at night. A bit ago, I was reading postsecrets, and this sounds weird, but I think one is from my uncle. "Now that I'm nearly finished with grad school, all I want to be is a mail carrier in Germantown Maryland." My uncle graduated last Friday and lived in Germantown. I don't really give a fuck if it is really ...
nothin really much this week. nest week is homecoming week and our theme is 80s so planning my dress up days. i decide not to go to the homecomng dance and save $75. my crush has a gf which bummed me out but didnt stop mr from flirtinh and im pretty sure hes flirting back and doesnt like her too much(=o) the following week is halloween and then the week after im going to the Rock Band tour.and ...
Note: My Friday writing post this week, since my head is throbbing and my entire body feels like it's been beaten with lead hammers, is a repost from a Midnight Hour post I did last June . For a number of reasons--not least the fact that I'm talking with a fan lately about "first books" and how he shouldn't stop writing even if he's got a manuscript to flog, I think it's germane. Here it is, in...
graceful and gracious generous in His gift like He decided once once enough to be blessed and bless me-- "please play your song for me- please wax notes still against my body like so many lonely nights and the rain..." "would you write me songs? would you tell me stories?" visceral drunk off the blood from the jugular wound quick and fast to draw the line and your whispered fingers keeping my...
Guess who I saw at Alrich's today, who's in town for a couple weeks? Taylor. And also here's a massive poetry dump, because I write better if I at least feel like I have an audience. This is one of the few poems I've ever written entirely on the computer. Usually I hand-write them. Actually, so is the one after it. Go figure. scared it's like a dance or finding a lightswitch in the ...
Lost. I've been to busy with school work and stuff to do anything. :( And yet i'm still behind. ugh wtf. But I am writing a fan fic. Nessa read the prologue and she said it was good. well I guess you would have to ask her. but I'm not gonna post it UNTIL I have the first chapter done. I'm gonna post it by the chapter. so... your gonna have to be patient. Of you wanna read it. I feel so ...
So Friday I went to Mel's. That was nice. Mel's daddy took us to ice cream --Mel:Well she's a whale! -- Mel's Daddy: Hey, Don't be mean....to the whale population. -- Silleh. Then toast and eggs in the morning! And then Home for me, Cleaning Folding Laundry Shower Hang around Sara's house Sooooo much silly-ness... Nina was nice to me, 'cause everyone else had their own groups we were non-drama-...
Relationships So I sit here And I write this With the pen I bought you I got it At the home of Sir Walter Scot, The greatest Scottish writer For you To write the next Great American Novel Or whatever But You’re too busy Chasing commas and zeros So instead I’ll write Stupid little poems with it Until it runs out of ink