how do I break the monotony of my livejournal? I wanna post some pics.
When I get back to school I know I'll be grumpy as Fuck so I'll write something here to preserve in my memory, or at least the memory of my livejournal, all that of a crisp, clean, juicy, crunchy, tossed-in-a-glass-bowl Sunday Afternoon.
Think Spiral pasta, think white kinged cloth, think about a decent shirt worn just to respect that its a beautiful day by prejudice...the kind of shirt I'm not wearing.
The sky isn't blue out, it's white.
But I like it much better this way - theres white light boring down on everything and everything is still standing up the way it would, resisting it. It's chaotic. I love it!
Maybe thats why I insist on having the brightest, most exposed room in the house?
Light always shining in, no curtains, both windows constantly open, even in the rain and at night?
I Love what I've done with my room, since I cleared it.
My Desk and big mirror obstructed my other window but I moved my desk away and my big mirror too and Now that window is wide open, and it's almost like Im sleeping outside, and If I'd like too (I couldnt do this with my free window before) I can lean all the way out of it and stretch my arms outside and feel the rain fall into my hands.
I bet I look stupid or on a trip or something to the neighbours...
those edgers, they say, crossing up their hands, listening to those angry, angry bands, slaughtering animals on ritual and going on trips.
heh, well its ALMOST exactly like that!!!
It seems the general consensus of dumb conservative rich kids that populate my area is split in two.
number one is Lizzie is a fucking poser - who does she think she is - trying to be someone shes not - its not like shes any special - I could be straightedge too - big deal - She can believe what she believes but she doesn't have to flaunt it -
Well, I'm cool with that. People with no character then need someone else to feed off and Why would I have anything to prove to them, anyway?
I hardly talk to anyone in my grade anymore and yet by what I do I dont shut up.
Just because I think enough of something to have it moved to my skin or my ears.
Just because I dont participate in much conversation at lunch (just about all conversations about the future between the main quad girls is about married life or what they're going to name their kids. excuse me for being sickened.)
Think Spiral pasta, think white kinged cloth, think about a decent shirt worn just to respect that its a beautiful day by prejudice...the kind of shirt I'm not wearing.
The sky isn't blue out, it's white.
But I like it much better this way - theres white light boring down on everything and everything is still standing up the way it would, resisting it. It's chaotic. I love it!
Maybe thats why I insist on having the brightest, most exposed room in the house?
Light always shining in, no curtains, both windows constantly open, even in the rain and at night?
I Love what I've done with my room, since I cleared it.
My Desk and big mirror obstructed my other window but I moved my desk away and my big mirror too and Now that window is wide open, and it's almost like Im sleeping outside, and If I'd like too (I couldnt do this with my free window before) I can lean all the way out of it and stretch my arms outside and feel the rain fall into my hands.
I bet I look stupid or on a trip or something to the neighbours...
those edgers, they say, crossing up their hands, listening to those angry, angry bands, slaughtering animals on ritual and going on trips.
heh, well its ALMOST exactly like that!!!
It seems the general consensus of dumb conservative rich kids that populate my area is split in two.
number one is Lizzie is a fucking poser - who does she think she is - trying to be someone shes not - its not like shes any special - I could be straightedge too - big deal - She can believe what she believes but she doesn't have to flaunt it -
Well, I'm cool with that. People with no character then need someone else to feed off and Why would I have anything to prove to them, anyway?
I hardly talk to anyone in my grade anymore and yet by what I do I dont shut up.
Just because I think enough of something to have it moved to my skin or my ears.
Just because I dont participate in much conversation at lunch (just about all conversations about the future between the main quad girls is about married life or what they're going to name their kids. excuse me for being sickened.)