time perception
[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you
[02] I will then tell what song[s] remind me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal.
now..the real entry...
the days turn to weeks turn to months like a watered down painting..but who's to say there's not still color there? my life has been moving so fast around me...am i moving with it? is it simulated? i am living well nonetheless..for now..until i catch up with myself. i am a light switch..and however constant i may have wished to be, it seems i am always running..but it feels like walking..it feels like waking. never satisfied. never settled. when i find something satisfying to settle for..there i will rest.i'm trying to recount the near past occurences but anything situational has melted itself into one gelatinous mass of bleh. work: the door has become so corrupted...i am constantly losing money..i'm not even making enough to pay the few bills i do have, and i'm moving out soon. i was promised upon promised lies and promises that last week is my LAST week as a hostess..then i begin training to serve. i should have known when i was hired..don't take jobs that share titles with snack foods..duhhhh. if i am not promoted, how ever much it will break my heart,i will seperate myself and serve at MANGOS..a restaurant in las olas that i already have a job at. school: 1st math test taken, serious panic attack..perfect schedule..lack of dicipline personal: i got two more piercings in my ears..that makes four per. not sure if i like it..but i was itching for something. still not satisfied..something will change with my hair./ 2 nites ago got a strange note on my car (AT MY CONDO) : "hey sweety, we should hook up sometime..privately of course..email me at ____@hotmail.com if you're interested. you'll know who i am when you see me, trust me." i bought mace not more than four hours after..it was a long overdue purchase..this will be my third stalker in the past 8 months. ack. in the selfindulgent words of nancy carrigan, "why me." // friday nite i went rollerskating with my snazzy white skates. i took brian with me. brian is the dorkiest whitest white kid ever...he forgot to tell me he can't skate at all. it IS gospel night @goldcoast fridays. it IS all blk ppl. you do the math. he fell so many times..awe the little engine that could.."i think i can i think i can.." i saw the little girls..skated with them for a while..then left..on my way out the lady that runs the whole thing gave me a free pass, "i've seen you here before..thanks for coming, we'd like to see you again." so that was sweet. it pays to be the minority!/// brad and i are coming along with our music. i've improved alot on the guitar. we work so well together..he's a singers dream at my disposal. gonna start with open mics next week..and gradually progress to gigs..perhaps eventually get a full band.//_ _ _ _:
absolutely over it. grossed out, i usually end up this way after a few weeks..every so suddently i wake up one morning thinking , I CANT STAND YOU...unfortunately this morning i woke up feeling that way beside him :x and you can't wash away the skin of regret..i am crawling out of mine, over and over again. hopefully there's some way to let him down easy. oh well.
what a beautiful song brice sent me:
3libras a perfect circle
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
[02] I will then tell what song[s] remind me of you.
[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] Put this in your journal.
now..the real entry...
the days turn to weeks turn to months like a watered down painting..but who's to say there's not still color there? my life has been moving so fast around me...am i moving with it? is it simulated? i am living well nonetheless..for now..until i catch up with myself. i am a light switch..and however constant i may have wished to be, it seems i am always running..but it feels like walking..it feels like waking. never satisfied. never settled. when i find something satisfying to settle for..there i will rest.i'm trying to recount the near past occurences but anything situational has melted itself into one gelatinous mass of bleh. work: the door has become so corrupted...i am constantly losing money..i'm not even making enough to pay the few bills i do have, and i'm moving out soon. i was promised upon promised lies and promises that last week is my LAST week as a hostess..then i begin training to serve. i should have known when i was hired..don't take jobs that share titles with snack foods..duhhhh. if i am not promoted, how ever much it will break my heart,i will seperate myself and serve at MANGOS..a restaurant in las olas that i already have a job at. school: 1st math test taken, serious panic attack..perfect schedule..lack of dicipline personal: i got two more piercings in my ears..that makes four per. not sure if i like it..but i was itching for something. still not satisfied..something will change with my hair./ 2 nites ago got a strange note on my car (AT MY CONDO) : "hey sweety, we should hook up sometime..privately of course..email me at ____@hotmail.com if you're interested. you'll know who i am when you see me, trust me." i bought mace not more than four hours after..it was a long overdue purchase..this will be my third stalker in the past 8 months. ack. in the selfindulgent words of nancy carrigan, "why me." // friday nite i went rollerskating with my snazzy white skates. i took brian with me. brian is the dorkiest whitest white kid ever...he forgot to tell me he can't skate at all. it IS gospel night @goldcoast fridays. it IS all blk ppl. you do the math. he fell so many times..awe the little engine that could.."i think i can i think i can.." i saw the little girls..skated with them for a while..then left..on my way out the lady that runs the whole thing gave me a free pass, "i've seen you here before..thanks for coming, we'd like to see you again." so that was sweet. it pays to be the minority!/// brad and i are coming along with our music. i've improved alot on the guitar. we work so well together..he's a singers dream at my disposal. gonna start with open mics next week..and gradually progress to gigs..perhaps eventually get a full band.//_ _ _ _:
absolutely over it. grossed out, i usually end up this way after a few weeks..every so suddently i wake up one morning thinking , I CANT STAND YOU...unfortunately this morning i woke up feeling that way beside him :x and you can't wash away the skin of regret..i am crawling out of mine, over and over again. hopefully there's some way to let him down easy. oh well.
what a beautiful song brice sent me:
3libras a perfect circle
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.