something fantastic.
Something exciting.
Happy one year blog anniversary!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
"And all of the things we found so hard to say,
maybe now they'll..."
Not everything has to be finished.
And, you know, I like that.
I did something today that you are going to be very proud of.
I saw Mamma Mia!.
Yep, and I liked it, and I smiled, and I laughed, and well...and well. That is what.
I like slow songs but I like to dance too. I do like to dance, with people. With the right people. The people that make me smile. I like holding hands, and feeling different hands. I like not worrying about who is seeing me hold whoever's hands because there is this attatchement that, even if I tried to pull away for public acceptance, well, I can't. It's too wonderful not too. I like shoes that are just a little too big, but they somehow fit perfectly. I love goofy people that are goofy looking. I love good hair days, although for me my hair is always greasy when I have them. I love confidence and the days I have it. I love talking about anything and everthing, and when conversation flows. When new thoughts come up. When there are little bickerments but it keeps moving forward.
I love that.
I love when someone that is really warm sits next to you, and is all warm and wonderful and cuddly. It's a good thing.
I am not at school. And I feel better, I'm excited to go to school tomorrow. I am going to basketball practice, though. Ha.
Audrey, you are a really good writer.
Lineweaver has really good assignments.
I hope you would like to come out of your blanket tent soon. I am holding your Halloween candy hostage. Not really. I will slip as many pieces under the blanket as you need me to. I will wait, as patient as a saint.
I like falling asleep early when I'm really, truly tired.
I like being really, truly tired, because I feel like it's a reward for trying really hard. I like knowing that I tried really hard. I don't know all the time, and I wonder if that means I didn't try hard. I do not know.
I've got some things for you, yep.
Things I am thinking about.
1. Childhood memories - They can be sad, but I seem to also be sad about the good ones. I wish I never saw the pictures of naked people at Emily's dad's horshoe league clubhouse thing. I wish I would have been protected from that. Television made me feel better though, so I've got that. I don't want to wish, I'm okay where I am.
2. I need to find my house key. It's obnoxious to climb in the window, every single time. It's old news.
3. In the picture, my teeth were as yellow as my hair. Agh.
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
My, my, my, we are growing up. It's wyrd.
I'll call you tonight, I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be better and so will you.
Good day,
Audrey Elizabeth. Good day.
Not everything has to be finished.
And, you know, I like that.
I did something today that you are going to be very proud of.
I saw Mamma Mia!.
Yep, and I liked it, and I smiled, and I laughed, and well...and well. That is what.
I like slow songs but I like to dance too. I do like to dance, with people. With the right people. The people that make me smile. I like holding hands, and feeling different hands. I like not worrying about who is seeing me hold whoever's hands because there is this attatchement that, even if I tried to pull away for public acceptance, well, I can't. It's too wonderful not too. I like shoes that are just a little too big, but they somehow fit perfectly. I love goofy people that are goofy looking. I love good hair days, although for me my hair is always greasy when I have them. I love confidence and the days I have it. I love talking about anything and everthing, and when conversation flows. When new thoughts come up. When there are little bickerments but it keeps moving forward.
I love that.
I love when someone that is really warm sits next to you, and is all warm and wonderful and cuddly. It's a good thing.
I am not at school. And I feel better, I'm excited to go to school tomorrow. I am going to basketball practice, though. Ha.
Audrey, you are a really good writer.
Lineweaver has really good assignments.
I hope you would like to come out of your blanket tent soon. I am holding your Halloween candy hostage. Not really. I will slip as many pieces under the blanket as you need me to. I will wait, as patient as a saint.
I like falling asleep early when I'm really, truly tired.
I like being really, truly tired, because I feel like it's a reward for trying really hard. I like knowing that I tried really hard. I don't know all the time, and I wonder if that means I didn't try hard. I do not know.
I've got some things for you, yep.
Things I am thinking about.
1. Childhood memories - They can be sad, but I seem to also be sad about the good ones. I wish I never saw the pictures of naked people at Emily's dad's horshoe league clubhouse thing. I wish I would have been protected from that. Television made me feel better though, so I've got that. I don't want to wish, I'm okay where I am.
2. I need to find my house key. It's obnoxious to climb in the window, every single time. It's old news.
3. In the picture, my teeth were as yellow as my hair. Agh.
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
My, my, my, we are growing up. It's wyrd.
I'll call you tonight, I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be better and so will you.
Good day,
Audrey Elizabeth. Good day.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
"Yes I would, if I could, I surely would."
Today was not cold fall. Today was wonderful. I just wish I were more energized. The black abyss that is your TV and the narrow valley that was my place on the couch did not aid me in my quest for sleep.
I like pictures that hang without frames. I like finding CDs that appear to be blank, and then you listen to them. Old mixes from seventh grade with "It's Raining Men" on them. Twice. I like mechanical pencils and crappy pens that bleed ink occassionally. I like paper clips, and not when they are decorated. I like when my family has dinner together, and conversation flows. I like when Katie does poorly at soccer; I will admit it. There is a sense of competition with my nine-year-old sister. And I like boxes. I like putting the ones from the post office together. I like cardboard.
I don't want to go back to school. Really, I like school. I like having homework. I like learning, and tests, and weird projects. But I'm simply not feeling it right now. I would rather read crappy teen novels and eat Halloween candy by myself under the covers. I want a tent. A giant white tent that is fluffy and wonderful, and at night it covers me like a blanket, but during the daytime it will allow the sunlight to glow through slightly, beckoning me outside. And maybe I'll leave my giant tent. But maybe not. I will on my own time, and no one, not even sunlight, can make me.
I'm tired. I'm achy. But I'm calm. I'm ready to watch Cinderella with Katie. To be honest, I like my mom telling me I have to stay home once a night during the weekend. I was glad to hear it. I like being home. I like watching simple children's movies. I like falling asleep early.
I want to read and write and grow up like a sunflower.
Maybe I'll reincarnate into a sunflower. I'll give that a few rounds. A whirl.
They kissed.
Yep. They did.
I don't know why I'm writing this, really. You won't see it for a while. You're at Memaw's, which doesn't have a computer, so you can't check it. But you're used to not having a computer, since you spend all of your time there now.
But maybe the blog isn't about when you'll read. Just that you will. And that in itself is a comfort.
I like pictures that hang without frames. I like finding CDs that appear to be blank, and then you listen to them. Old mixes from seventh grade with "It's Raining Men" on them. Twice. I like mechanical pencils and crappy pens that bleed ink occassionally. I like paper clips, and not when they are decorated. I like when my family has dinner together, and conversation flows. I like when Katie does poorly at soccer; I will admit it. There is a sense of competition with my nine-year-old sister. And I like boxes. I like putting the ones from the post office together. I like cardboard.
I don't want to go back to school. Really, I like school. I like having homework. I like learning, and tests, and weird projects. But I'm simply not feeling it right now. I would rather read crappy teen novels and eat Halloween candy by myself under the covers. I want a tent. A giant white tent that is fluffy and wonderful, and at night it covers me like a blanket, but during the daytime it will allow the sunlight to glow through slightly, beckoning me outside. And maybe I'll leave my giant tent. But maybe not. I will on my own time, and no one, not even sunlight, can make me.
I'm tired. I'm achy. But I'm calm. I'm ready to watch Cinderella with Katie. To be honest, I like my mom telling me I have to stay home once a night during the weekend. I was glad to hear it. I like being home. I like watching simple children's movies. I like falling asleep early.
I want to read and write and grow up like a sunflower.
Maybe I'll reincarnate into a sunflower. I'll give that a few rounds. A whirl.
They kissed.
Yep. They did.
I don't know why I'm writing this, really. You won't see it for a while. You're at Memaw's, which doesn't have a computer, so you can't check it. But you're used to not having a computer, since you spend all of your time there now.
But maybe the blog isn't about when you'll read. Just that you will. And that in itself is a comfort.
Monday, October 27, 2008
"I feel I must interject here,"
Agh, it's fall. Cold fall. Not boring, "official fall" but still green fall. It's cold, windy, colorful, gray fall. And it's sort of wonderful.
I often feel badly that I do not memorize things. I want to know my favorite poem, I want to keep by heart a passage from Shakespeare, I want to do that. I will.
I want to start re-reading what I have read. Instead of making a To Read list, why, I suppose I'll make a Have Read Part Two list. I want to understand them know as I did not when in my past. Why I feel like I could understand it now? I do not know, but I feel as though I could. Which may or may not mean I can. I could very well end up dissappointed, but somehow, I feel like if I really try, I won't. So it has to come naturally forced.
Time.
I am also glad to be back here in the blogosphere.
It's an old home.
I've also had a good weekend. Mostly spent with you and Memaw, but very well. I did something I thought I would never do.
I enjoyed MCL Cafeteria.
I see these people and their experiences and wonder if they mean something to me. If wondering that they mean something, if that makes them mean something. Sad that, when I lay in bed, late at night, I wonder mostly about people I've yet to know. Or never know. Sometimes it's better that way.
No one is ever just friends. "Just" applies that there are no attatchments, I feel like. "Oh, it's just that." Just. No, no, no just's here. Plenty of tied heartstrings.
The Cyclops (a kitten with one eye) is that the vet's office. Crossing my fingers.
For what, just good luck, I suppose.
I know the feeling of things dissappearing. It's very weird. Like you can swear it was there, but it isn't. Either there are different versions or recent renovations, I prefer the vision that was in my mind.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. It's the best.
I have charges at the library again. But no CD's, so it'll be a lot less money! And let's see, well, I think I'll always forget the due dates of my library books. Memaw wonders how I am so careless, I smile at my consistency to forget. It's kind of plesant in a way.
I can barely see and have not been checking for seplling mistakles, typos, or grammar errors. Do pardon.
I'm listening to Last.Fm for the first time in a long time. I always put in the same artist to play related aritsts. Ha.
You having texting? That's going to be so weird. Be prepared to be forever bothered by me.
I have tha same exact feeling that I did blogging here the night of Thanksgiving, getting ready to go shopping with my Mom, around ten or so. Weird. Kind of anxious. I think I will go drop off my library books in just a bit.
Got my grades and I'm at a point where I could go for the worse or for the better nad it's good to feel confident in knowing that I can make myself go for the better, now.
And there's motivation.
Good times ahead, I think?
Winter has the opposite affect on me in regards to seasonal depression, I think.
It makes me happy.
By the corner of 16th and Deleware being your place of employment, are you implying that you are a prostitue? Ahaha...
"Cheer up, won't you?" the Ticketmaster asked after a long, awkward pause. The Ragpicker sat back a little and sighed, looking at the Ticketmaster reather curiously. The Ticketmaster, always having something up her sleeve, or being thought to, simply smiled, then grabbed the Ragpicker's dirty but comforting hand and lead her to a place that the Ticketmaster was once known for complaining about: The Abbey Coffeehouse. "Let's get you something to drink," said the Ticketmaster, leacving the Ragpicker in the serene entrance of the Abbey. Minutes later, a frazzled Ticketmaster came back with hot apple cider. "Sorry that took so long, the service is still as if I were here." Then the Ticketmaster leaned in again, only this time to...
Ahahaha, two points.
Well, I'm off to actually be a person now.
??
Bye!
I often feel badly that I do not memorize things. I want to know my favorite poem, I want to keep by heart a passage from Shakespeare, I want to do that. I will.
I want to start re-reading what I have read. Instead of making a To Read list, why, I suppose I'll make a Have Read Part Two list. I want to understand them know as I did not when in my past. Why I feel like I could understand it now? I do not know, but I feel as though I could. Which may or may not mean I can. I could very well end up dissappointed, but somehow, I feel like if I really try, I won't. So it has to come naturally forced.
Time.
I am also glad to be back here in the blogosphere.
It's an old home.
I've also had a good weekend. Mostly spent with you and Memaw, but very well. I did something I thought I would never do.
I enjoyed MCL Cafeteria.
I see these people and their experiences and wonder if they mean something to me. If wondering that they mean something, if that makes them mean something. Sad that, when I lay in bed, late at night, I wonder mostly about people I've yet to know. Or never know. Sometimes it's better that way.
No one is ever just friends. "Just" applies that there are no attatchments, I feel like. "Oh, it's just that." Just. No, no, no just's here. Plenty of tied heartstrings.
The Cyclops (a kitten with one eye) is that the vet's office. Crossing my fingers.
For what, just good luck, I suppose.
I know the feeling of things dissappearing. It's very weird. Like you can swear it was there, but it isn't. Either there are different versions or recent renovations, I prefer the vision that was in my mind.
Laugh, laugh, laugh. It's the best.
I have charges at the library again. But no CD's, so it'll be a lot less money! And let's see, well, I think I'll always forget the due dates of my library books. Memaw wonders how I am so careless, I smile at my consistency to forget. It's kind of plesant in a way.
I can barely see and have not been checking for seplling mistakles, typos, or grammar errors. Do pardon.
I'm listening to Last.Fm for the first time in a long time. I always put in the same artist to play related aritsts. Ha.
You having texting? That's going to be so weird. Be prepared to be forever bothered by me.
I have tha same exact feeling that I did blogging here the night of Thanksgiving, getting ready to go shopping with my Mom, around ten or so. Weird. Kind of anxious. I think I will go drop off my library books in just a bit.
Got my grades and I'm at a point where I could go for the worse or for the better nad it's good to feel confident in knowing that I can make myself go for the better, now.
And there's motivation.
Good times ahead, I think?
Winter has the opposite affect on me in regards to seasonal depression, I think.
It makes me happy.
By the corner of 16th and Deleware being your place of employment, are you implying that you are a prostitue? Ahaha...
"Cheer up, won't you?" the Ticketmaster asked after a long, awkward pause. The Ragpicker sat back a little and sighed, looking at the Ticketmaster reather curiously. The Ticketmaster, always having something up her sleeve, or being thought to, simply smiled, then grabbed the Ragpicker's dirty but comforting hand and lead her to a place that the Ticketmaster was once known for complaining about: The Abbey Coffeehouse. "Let's get you something to drink," said the Ticketmaster, leacving the Ragpicker in the serene entrance of the Abbey. Minutes later, a frazzled Ticketmaster came back with hot apple cider. "Sorry that took so long, the service is still as if I were here." Then the Ticketmaster leaned in again, only this time to...
Ahahaha, two points.
Well, I'm off to actually be a person now.
??
Bye!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
"Wait a minute--wait a minute, here."
Well, hello there, cyberspace!
It has been much too long since we have become connected, and I'm glad to be back.
I've had a good weekend. After you left, my dad popped in Monster's Inc. for my mom and I to watch the end scene that we love so much, but I fell asleep almost instantly, my mom never came to watch it, and Katie was playing SIMS. So my dad watched it all by his lonesome, until I woke up for the last ten minutes. And then, our favorite scene wasn't even there! I swear! It completely disappeared. Saddening.
And then, I went to HSM3, for reals, with Eileen. And we laughed together, which was nice. After which, we headed over to Jessie's, and what happened there is sworn to secrecy. Sorry. You shall never know. But it was a good time. We made cupcakes, and ordered pizza, and I stole slushies from the others who bought them, since they had money.
And today.
Nothing. I went to the library. They took away $40.00 in charges, so now I'm only up to seven. Only, ha.
What have you been doing?
I've tried calling you,
because I have good news phone wise.
Such as texting in the near future.
I'm serious.
"So what have you got to do today?" the Ticketmaster inquired, optimistic about the rest of the day. Just as she asked, the Ragpicker's phone started ringing it's oriental jingle and the Ragpicker looked down at the caller ID and sighed. "Well, let's get going," she said rather reluctantly. The Ticketmaster didn't understand the hint of sadness, but decided against asking again. "Well, alright, let's be on."
That was the last one, I believe.
They headed off towards the Ragpicker's place of employment, being the corner of sixteenth and Delaware. Here they sat for the majority of the day, and although they longed to be alone, they made the most out of this time together, people watching and making fun of old Herron students who did not recognize them, the Ragpicker in, well, rags, and the Ticketmaster having a normal hair color. They shared hot chocolate, as it had begun to turn slightly chilly, and they gave head rubs for the first time in a long time. And then, in a not altogether unexpected move, the Ticketmaster leaned in towards the dirty face of the Ragpicker.
Oh, golly.
I hope you are having a good time.
Call?
Bye.
It has been much too long since we have become connected, and I'm glad to be back.
I've had a good weekend. After you left, my dad popped in Monster's Inc. for my mom and I to watch the end scene that we love so much, but I fell asleep almost instantly, my mom never came to watch it, and Katie was playing SIMS. So my dad watched it all by his lonesome, until I woke up for the last ten minutes. And then, our favorite scene wasn't even there! I swear! It completely disappeared. Saddening.
And then, I went to HSM3, for reals, with Eileen. And we laughed together, which was nice. After which, we headed over to Jessie's, and what happened there is sworn to secrecy. Sorry. You shall never know. But it was a good time. We made cupcakes, and ordered pizza, and I stole slushies from the others who bought them, since they had money.
And today.
Nothing. I went to the library. They took away $40.00 in charges, so now I'm only up to seven. Only, ha.
What have you been doing?
I've tried calling you,
because I have good news phone wise.
Such as texting in the near future.
I'm serious.
"So what have you got to do today?" the Ticketmaster inquired, optimistic about the rest of the day. Just as she asked, the Ragpicker's phone started ringing it's oriental jingle and the Ragpicker looked down at the caller ID and sighed. "Well, let's get going," she said rather reluctantly. The Ticketmaster didn't understand the hint of sadness, but decided against asking again. "Well, alright, let's be on."
That was the last one, I believe.
They headed off towards the Ragpicker's place of employment, being the corner of sixteenth and Delaware. Here they sat for the majority of the day, and although they longed to be alone, they made the most out of this time together, people watching and making fun of old Herron students who did not recognize them, the Ragpicker in, well, rags, and the Ticketmaster having a normal hair color. They shared hot chocolate, as it had begun to turn slightly chilly, and they gave head rubs for the first time in a long time. And then, in a not altogether unexpected move, the Ticketmaster leaned in towards the dirty face of the Ragpicker.
Oh, golly.
I hope you are having a good time.
Call?
Bye.
Monday, June 23, 2008
"From that day on, till I hit the bed
Amsterdam was stuck in my head."
Oh, boy, I was right on something related to music while arguing with you.
Is this amazing, or what?
As I looked at last.fm for any music to listen to while playing my beloved Zoo Tycoon, I can across Peter Bjorn and John.
Remember that time when I said that I liked the name Bjorn best out of the three of them, and you said that Peter Bjorn was one person?
No, it is not.
They are two separate musicicans. And then there is John, somewhere.
But, he is beside the point, the point being that there are THREE and the name Bjorn for a guy is out there. And this, this makes my heart sing.
And, also beside the point is the fact that this poor blog has been neglected since the month of about February. That is a long time, but I think it'll be okay, as long as we write on it once and a while. I say we both have to hit it up at least once a week. Agreed?
And, also, I am now looking up the Jay-Z "30 Something" lyrics, and...it doesn't have anything on there, meaning what I believed to be "tudah" was probably just a strange sound emitted from the throat of a genius, as you previously stated. So, there you go, you have regained some respect.
When I asked the iPod what tomorrow would be like, it replied with "Lazy Days of Summer" by Nat King Cole. I think this is a good sign.
Good-bye.
See you in a week.
Oh, boy, I was right on something related to music while arguing with you.
Is this amazing, or what?
As I looked at last.fm for any music to listen to while playing my beloved Zoo Tycoon, I can across Peter Bjorn and John.
Remember that time when I said that I liked the name Bjorn best out of the three of them, and you said that Peter Bjorn was one person?
No, it is not.
They are two separate musicicans. And then there is John, somewhere.
But, he is beside the point, the point being that there are THREE and the name Bjorn for a guy is out there. And this, this makes my heart sing.
And, also beside the point is the fact that this poor blog has been neglected since the month of about February. That is a long time, but I think it'll be okay, as long as we write on it once and a while. I say we both have to hit it up at least once a week. Agreed?
And, also, I am now looking up the Jay-Z "30 Something" lyrics, and...it doesn't have anything on there, meaning what I believed to be "tudah" was probably just a strange sound emitted from the throat of a genius, as you previously stated. So, there you go, you have regained some respect.
When I asked the iPod what tomorrow would be like, it replied with "Lazy Days of Summer" by Nat King Cole. I think this is a good sign.
Good-bye.
See you in a week.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Rest ye weary head.
I want a nap. My stomach hurts. I have to write my whole rough draft tonight. I have to write my student governent speech. There are quite a few days left in the week. I'm a vegetarian now. Oddly enough I think it was because of an incident with an onion today. I wish I thought more before I speak but I always ponder if that would make me different. What is different? It's all there, I think. I want to get out, play some tennis, I wish I knew someone around to play with. It could be fun. It's rather cold though. I found something awesome today but it cost much too much. I need to clean my room and it feels like I basically just did. I want to see a UFO again, I feel like my judgement would be much more educated now. I feel like studying, but not doing work. If that makes any sense at all... I need new underwear and bras. I'm going on a health craze, once again the onion incident being a catalyst. I want to work on my iPod too. I think cuddling with a kitten would be nice right now but the ones we have at the moment are rather vicious. My glow-in-the-dark crucifix has not ever glowed in the dark and I wonder if that bugs me more than I think it does. Maybe it'll glow once I believe in Christ. I wonder if I will, or rather if I do. I want to have time to read again and I want to organize my book shelf. It's time for PESTO PASTA!
That's just what is in my head for now.
Just for now.
That's just what is in my head for now.
Just for now.
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