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it is perfect outside, the sky is on fire, and there are so many perfect hidden places in my yard, covered in leaves, bending boughs, petals in my palms.
last night i dreamed of you and woke with a hot, bruised feeling under my skin. i am restless, ready for the end of summer and the settling of winter, i miss feeling calm, quiet, cool, there is too much heat everywhere, in the air, in the skin. i never sleep during the summer months. something, subconciously, prevents it.
i wish everyone could have my view of the sky right now, i know that all of those colors have names but at this moment, they seem as new and stunning as if i had never opened my eyes before in my life.
i miss salsa, judy's art class, and jonathan vriese, who unwisely ate all of my gummy grapefruits. (of course, because he is the uber human, it was hardly a deal breaker.)
its hard to write here, there are lots of little stone fairy statues watching me, reading their little stone books, which i would assume they never get any farther in. that must suck. you have my sympathy, fairys.
i dont know what this is about, making over the library to look like a garden, with fairys and gnomes and kites and little glass globes on sparkly thingers. whats going on? WE ALL KNOW THIS ISNT OUTSIDE. no little kid is going to wander in here and be all like "garden paradise OMG OMG OMG" maybe i need fresh air. i can feel my brain cells constricting like a kid with asthma in a field of milk weeds.
in other news, i am totally pissed. this really doesnt happen very often. i get passionate, i get irate, but mostly i get over it. not this time. this time, im handing out ass whuppins and lollipops, and im all outta lollipops. (and for all you bless-your-hearts out there, that just leaves asswhuppins. bless your hearts.) honestly, the only thing i hate about school is that kids dont treat eachother like they should.
Fact: the opal is my favorite stone, it seems to blush and turn pale as if it had a soul.
~E
last night i dreamed of you and woke with a hot, bruised feeling under my skin. i am restless, ready for the end of summer and the settling of winter, i miss feeling calm, quiet, cool, there is too much heat everywhere, in the air, in the skin. i never sleep during the summer months. something, subconciously, prevents it.
i wish everyone could have my view of the sky right now, i know that all of those colors have names but at this moment, they seem as new and stunning as if i had never opened my eyes before in my life.
i miss salsa, judy's art class, and jonathan vriese, who unwisely ate all of my gummy grapefruits. (of course, because he is the uber human, it was hardly a deal breaker.)
its hard to write here, there are lots of little stone fairy statues watching me, reading their little stone books, which i would assume they never get any farther in. that must suck. you have my sympathy, fairys.
i dont know what this is about, making over the library to look like a garden, with fairys and gnomes and kites and little glass globes on sparkly thingers. whats going on? WE ALL KNOW THIS ISNT OUTSIDE. no little kid is going to wander in here and be all like "garden paradise OMG OMG OMG" maybe i need fresh air. i can feel my brain cells constricting like a kid with asthma in a field of milk weeds.
in other news, i am totally pissed. this really doesnt happen very often. i get passionate, i get irate, but mostly i get over it. not this time. this time, im handing out ass whuppins and lollipops, and im all outta lollipops. (and for all you bless-your-hearts out there, that just leaves asswhuppins. bless your hearts.) honestly, the only thing i hate about school is that kids dont treat eachother like they should.
Fact: the opal is my favorite stone, it seems to blush and turn pale as if it had a soul.
~E