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Apr. 17th, 2008

teenage kicks

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I'm thinking about not eating dinner, because I had an approximately 800 calorie lunch at noon.  Is that a bad Idea?  I've got this all figured out, by the way.  Four weeks until prom.  I've lost four pounds since monday, that's 3 days.  Four pounds in 3 days.  Let's say I keep all that weight off until next monday.  That means, theoretically, I'll be able to lose 4 pounds a week.  If I do that until prom, I will have lost 16 pounds.  Maybe.  I know what it will take, anyway.

i'm watching Juno with my mum tonight.  :)  I'm psyched.  Oh!  I watched the movie Sunshine last night with Cillian Murphy, and it was amazing!  Stacia, watch that movie!  Cillian looks great in it, also.]

Right now I'm listening to XM Radio and typing.  Yes, typing.  No homework tonight, so that's spiffy.  Oh and I'm writing Christian a birthday comment.

Um, toodles!

Apr. 16th, 2008

teenage kicks

Dandelion Tea

Dandelion Tea


My mouth militia keeps the birthday cake out and the words in.  Dandelions, hello again.  Let’s drink tea, dandelion tea.

I do not want to be watched when I sleep, so I will get up and make tea, dandelion tea.

Promenade, friends, promenade!  The taste of lemons lingers (I put this here only for alliteration porpoises).

I sit.  I knit.

This yarn, I darn.

Loose ends!  It’s up to me to fix everything now that everything is ending.  These shattered relationships will make a nice scarf for someone just before they lose it out the window.

We will drink tea, you and I, and never grow tired of each other.


Feb. 11th, 2008

teenage kicks

theoretical swords

This day seeks to destroy me.  It's throwing everything it's got at me, and I am barely deflecting each blow with a wicked sword I pulled out of a dream box.  I could not find my keys this morning, and I suspect some daemon hid them.  Subsequently, my room is now a mess, and I was late to school.  Luckily, I got a note from my dad this morning.  Also, I gained a pound.  Also, I have a math test next block.  But I've got my theoretical sword, swinging vigorously in my mind.
     I am highly concerned I am going to prom alone this year.  What's strange is, I have no one that I would actually like to go with, I just don't want to go alone.  I just used a comma inappropriately.  Jennifer Sprouse's new mission is to find me a date, hehe.  Yay, Jennifer.  :)

Jan. 26th, 2008


teenage kicks! again!

I wish I still had that track.  It makes me feel less alone.  Then again, there is a part of me that would like to embrace that lonliness.  Did I not write an essay for Mr. Smead on this topic?  My question is, why am I still writing this entry when my hands are cracked and bleeding and it hurts to type?  I have to go to bed soon.  I made cookies today that weren't really cookies.  They were strangely tastey though.  I hate how I feel separated from people all of the sudden.  What happened to me?  Where from last year to this year did my company become less desirable?  From last month to this month?  Perhaps it was my self-pitying state of mind that brought it on.  Yes, I think that was it.  I stayed in bed all day and watched telly.  It was quite good fun.  I don't even know what to look for anymore, what anyone else looks for.  And I'm beginning to care less, as I promised myself at the beginning of the year I would.  That hasn't exactly worked out.  And I'm still just as crazy.

Jan. 17th, 2008


bully and damnation

I am writing this because I feel like changing the color of a font.  A text.  Any font or text will do. I am suddenly motivated!  But what color?  I do not know.  I wonder what a female version of Anthony Green would be like.  I need more female role models, lol.  I think this population of 20-something males has gotten way to much idolizing attention from me.  Don't you agree?  The telly is on.  I'm going to go turn it off now.
     Ahh that is better.  I think I'm just going to ramble on for a really long time, okay?  Because I am supremely bored.  I'd like to paint a picture, but I have no paint or canvas or inspiration.  Anthony Green..I was going to say something else about him but I forgot.  I need a new hair style!  What do you think?  No, you don't understand, I really need to find one before the 31st.  Blah.  Maybe I will dye my hair purple.  But I actually won't because senior pictures are fast approaching.  I get my braces off on Tuesday.  At least I'm supposed to, but we had a snow day today and exams were extended into Tuesday.  So now I don't know what to do.  Bully!  Damnation!  Ooh Zach's online.  I hope he works on that story today.  That would make me happy.  Toodle oodle oodle.  Like the mice play.  Toodle oodle oodle.  I wish I had a mouce circus.  Birthday idea!  I do have a rat though.  I'm running out of things to ramble about.  Hamlet.  Hamlet is very good.  I didn't appreciate it in the 8th grade as much as I do now.  You know what?  I really like attention.  It's quite sad.  I dunno how people stand feeding me all this attention all of the time.  It can't be worth it.  It is really pretty outside.  Very very white and snowy, characteristics of snow.  Mhm.  Oh I need to take a picture of my Cheshire Cat painting and send it to Stacia!!  Maybe I will do that today.  Thinking thinking thinking.   Yessssssssssssss.  I started to write an indie song today, but got stuck on the lyrics.  See, when I write a song the two things, music and lyrics must go hand-in-hand.  And I started writing self-pitying lyrics, as a good friend once advised me not to.  Then I couldn't think of anything to write about and here I am.  I wonder how many words this entry is.  413, not including any from the sentence that you're reading right now.  I think I'll post this now.

Jan. 16th, 2008

teenage kicks

my god.

I hate me.

This is my state of mind right now, because I'd like to cut out my heart and feed it to some hungry animal.  Toss my eyes out, while we're at it, because they are an extension of my heart.  Neither of them are to be trusted anymore....I don't need them, I don't need them, I don't need them.  They are selfish entities.  Teenage kicks, so hard to beat.  Damn it.

Jan. 7th, 2008

Brandon, Nightmare of You

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Oh goodness gracious.  I have strayed from promises I've made to myself in the past.  So many promises.  Like wearing border-line ugly clothing this year.  I have yet to buy any.  And I didn't get my hair cut really short.  But that's alright. 
     My braces come off January 22.  Isn't that amazering?  I saw some girls eating vanilla wafers in chemistry today, and now I really really want some.  Oh, I must get up early enough to pack my own lunch tomorrow!  School lunches make me cry.
     My goodness, it's strange when motivation comes from an unexpected source.
     I think I'm going to make this particular entry pink.  Yes, yes I will!
     I must go to bed soon.  And I've spent my whole day learning and walking and doing calculus homework.
     I don't think I have anything else to say..................................nope.


Dec. 9th, 2007


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I am content.  Though I feel as though I'm loosing my marbles, along with everything else.  And it is strange.. Christmas is coming and yet I am not all that excited.  Very strange.  Don't say a word, don't be grateful if I ever made you laugh.  I'm attempting to write a news article with limited information.  It's highly frustrating.  I feel like writing lyrics.  I should, I should... less than three hours unitl bed.  That's a lot of time.  Something beautiful, comprehensive.  Come, jump into this mind.  These repeated typos like dreams mean more than anyone could have ever guessed.

Oct. 19th, 2007

teenage kicks



I woke up with such excitement.

Oct. 12th, 2007

teenage kicks

My preoccupation with faces lies within recombination and places I’ve seen them before.

Life is too complicated.  I'd like a picnic with some people.  We could talk about the weather and about our stuffed animals.
     As a matter of fact, I'm going to go and get my teddy.

     He's a good teddy, this teddy of mine.  He gives good hugs.

     Smash everything on her dresser while she sleeps, unaware.  Find it.  Take it up in your hand and hurl it at the unforgiving wall.  Smashy, smashy.  Take the parts.  Bury them in the backyard until we want to grow again.  Until we are sick of each other.


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