Time for a motherfucking change.

New journal: eschewing

I'm sick.

I have a crush on a freshman.

I hate.

( I usually don't buy into these things but what the hell. )

( Let's paint the town red. )

A refreshing hailstorm in May; a light fog settled on the parking lot grounds. I thought the school would cave in with the rushing hailstones. Reminded of the hailstorm in Geneva in the purple car with the red-headed aunt. I arrived home to an uprooted tree, leaves scattered on the ground. Part of a [different] tree had fallen off, like an ( Read more... )

"Sex is quite nice." - Old Indian Proverb... but really, my mother's proverbial choice ( Read more... )

I poured water into toilets while listening to Ben Folds. I pounded on the stall with my fists. I fell asleep reading Crime & Punishment. It rained on the red deck, washing away some of the paint. Now chipped, I can see the brown wood underneath, rotting like some sort of listless human. I talked to myself today, recorded myself today. I did ( Read more... )

Friday: Pink seersucker pants and a beach-towel skirt. Lots of elephants. Lots of school talk (that is, why are children so dumb these days?). "It's all about compromising," my mother said. Oh, and My So-Called Life. Pure genius ( Read more... )

The animals smelled and I was surrounded by colored trash, with a hint of fried food and icees which turned my tongue red. The weather was chilly, yet refreshing and wearing short sleeves was a mistake. My fingertips turned white in the sunny-less day, ink smeared everywhere from twirling my pen too much. They've made crossing your t's and ( Read more... )

Clouds have threatened rain, and it has finally come. I hope there are many flowers in May. But to be my spiteful self: I hope there are no flowers in May because I despise everything. I wish these goosebumps would go away. My life will not start until the beginning of summer. I cannot pursue any academic aspirations until next year. I ( Read more... )