Post to Journal?
Is that what they call it now? Times have changed, my friends, as they tend to do. Actually. I haven't even checked if I still have any friends that use this thing... and if not, perhaps that's all the better. So I can spill all those dirty truths (unabundant and dull as they may be) without worrying which myspace folks will be thinking what.
Of course, if you are a friend who still has this: forgive me. I will accept you most gratefully.
My mom's asleep on the couch, and oh, how foolishly i resent her being there. After the hour of 2 AM, i just tend to think of the living room as my turf. My Abandoned Turf. I would like to stretch and possibly dance, among other things. But I fear that won't be happening tonight.
Truth or Dare?
[you picked truth]
Is it bad to move on if it's something you've rooted yourself against for so long? And if you must lie to yourself to keep the effort strong?
Do you want to know who I am now? I'm a pupil of the media who studies Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, and dELiA*s for starters. I also have become obsessed with dancing and the Spanish language. And although I seem to have done well in theatre this past school year, my summer attempts have proved themselves quite shabby. And my social life? Well, perhaps it will come out of hiding some day.
My mom left now. And my legs ache to be stretched. But if you're not disappointed by whom I appear to have become, answer my questions as you see fit?
Can I tell you that Isaiah 49:16 does not cease to amaze me? Because it does not. If you choose to read it, perhaps you will see, as I must continue to do, that despite all the filth and shame that permeates this life, there seems to be a strong thread of love that can lead us through it (yes even, the media-polluted such as myself).
valerie
oh, and i'm afraid the boy i spoke of never had an eyebrow ring at all. it was but a lip ring which he did pull off stunningly.
Of course, if you are a friend who still has this: forgive me. I will accept you most gratefully.
My mom's asleep on the couch, and oh, how foolishly i resent her being there. After the hour of 2 AM, i just tend to think of the living room as my turf. My Abandoned Turf. I would like to stretch and possibly dance, among other things. But I fear that won't be happening tonight.
Truth or Dare?
[you picked truth]
Is it bad to move on if it's something you've rooted yourself against for so long? And if you must lie to yourself to keep the effort strong?
Do you want to know who I am now? I'm a pupil of the media who studies Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, and dELiA*s for starters. I also have become obsessed with dancing and the Spanish language. And although I seem to have done well in theatre this past school year, my summer attempts have proved themselves quite shabby. And my social life? Well, perhaps it will come out of hiding some day.
My mom left now. And my legs ache to be stretched. But if you're not disappointed by whom I appear to have become, answer my questions as you see fit?
Can I tell you that Isaiah 49:16 does not cease to amaze me? Because it does not. If you choose to read it, perhaps you will see, as I must continue to do, that despite all the filth and shame that permeates this life, there seems to be a strong thread of love that can lead us through it (yes even, the media-polluted such as myself).
valerie
oh, and i'm afraid the boy i spoke of never had an eyebrow ring at all. it was but a lip ring which he did pull off stunningly.