waste of paint.

Lately I've been listening to "LIFTED, or the Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground" quite a bit. I bought it quite some time ago, but since that I didn't really pay it much attention, besides a couple obvious tracks like "Bowl of Oranges" and whatnot.

So what this is getting to is, disturbing projections of my (and others, too) life, penned by someone I will never meet

"As I hide behind
these books I read,
while scribbling
my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me,
with some ideal ideology
that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real;
it is just a sketch in me.
And everything I made is trite
and cheap
and a waste
of paint,
of tape,
of time."

I started sending you a note

Everyone is so rude. Would it kill them to get their head out of their behind and try to be considerate, or even polite? Girls especially- they think that they're the only person on the planet earth, and are entitled to hate and judge everybody they want. Being caught up in yourself is going to make you fall.

And I'm not saying all females are like this, but a good majority are. And it's really, really old.

Oh, and push pops have officially beaten slush pops. They're both so damn good, though..

stardust

"If you love something, give it away"



I need inspiration. I can't even bring myself to choke out another crappy blog entry.

Frustration!

No surprise

miss you already

The Only Moment We Were Alone

a shining beacon amongst the gray!

(I'm exaggerating)

(maybe)

he knows! he knows! these secrets in the form of abrasions are his to see!

if I trust you, don't fuck it up

crop circles in the carpet

I will wait another forty-five minutes.

Right now I'm listening to my dog breathe / dream and 'Hide and Seek.' It's comforting. I feel like I am in the book Goodnight Moon. It is a very good feeling.

I think that if I ever have children, I'll make their rooms as close to that one as I can. For me, that book is home, so it would be terrific.

If I close my eyes, I am able to pretend that I'm the only person awake in the whole world.

blacktop calling your name

I spent about 113$ on music this weekend. It was satisfying. But my computer has already eaten the Imogen Heap record and that means that I will probably never get to load Elliott Smith. Which is maddening, but, you know, you take what you can get, I suppose.. (in case you hadn't figured it out, my computer is a piece of shit)

Everything is going fine. It's probably the normalcy that is leaving me so uninterested. I'm also very aware of how much this weekend is going to suck, and the others following it as well. They just seem really trivial when summer is so close, and also since my curfew has been moved back to eleven.

I used to crave solitude, but recently I've found that when I'm alone for too long, I lose my head. I haven't any theories to explain this yet, but I'm hoping it will just go away on its' own.

We are out of popsicles.

Spending too much time on what you want to see makes you an idiot, or an idealist. Maybe you should focus more on what is in front of you.