mystery trip was fun. midevil times and six flags and hurricane harbor. we got rained on alot.



i got a killer back massage. it gave me chills.



im already tense again.





since you wanted some of my prose, here are a few. nothing uber current because ive been out of town, but i only started writing alot again about 3 weeks ago.


I never catch the clock at 11:11. Really. I don’t. I’ll catch the clock at 11:10, look away, look back, and see that it’s 11:12. I think there’s a time warp or something, just for that one minute. And just on me.
And when I do catch the clock at 11:11, my wish never comes true.




ironically, i just caught the clock at 1111, and didnt know what to wish for.

i really liked this one, and even though its kind of dated, i still think its my favorite.


My half birthday was on a stormy but dull day, a day to match my mood. I’d been dumped unceremoniously two days prior, probably a perfect way to end such an unceremonious relationship. I’d woken up early that morning, planning to show him. Oh yeah, I would show him. I straightened my hair, and for once, it did what it was told. It hadn’t been straightening like that since I got it cut to my jaw line, months before. I wore a white strapless dress over jeans, and even put on eyeliner. I wore the heels that everybody liked, the heels that he liked. I plastered on a fake, but perfectly lip glossed smile, sprayed on more perfume than was quite necessary, and stepped out the door into a new, if not quite as brave as I hoped, world.
—It’s going to rain today, my mother told me in the car.
—I know, that’s why I’m wearing jeans, I smiled.
I’m quite aware that my logic didn’t make any sense. I know now that she was referring to the whiteness and lack of straps of my short dress. At the time, I thought she was talking about the temperature. Obviously, my brain does not function in the mornings.
I took a gulp of water as I walked up to my friends, standing in the hall, where they did every morning. There was Amy, just like always. There was Evan, just like always. And there was Jordan, and, just like always, he was standing next to him.
—You can stand next to him if you want, Jordan said to me with a wink. —I’ll move if you want me too.
—Jordan, we broke up.
—Oh…
Well, it came as a shock to me, too.

When I stepped out the door of my French classroom, I saw him stepping out the door of his Spanish classroom. We were walking right next to each other on the stairs, with nothing but the hand rails to separate us. We didn’t talk. We didn’t talk at all.
And when I stepped out of the west doors, out of the school, I realized the fatality and irony of my wardrobe choice.
I was wearing a white strapless shirt on possibly the rainiest day in months. And I would not be getting the kiss in the rain that I so desperately wanted.
And my perfectly straight hair was no longer perfectly anything, except for perfectly soaked.





this is from the same day, i think.

There’s something about reflections in water. When it’s getting dark and a street light or a car light shines on them, something happens. You can see into them. There sits a flipped image, in the gutter, of the trees, or the street sign, or even you.
And something about it is different. It seems more real than life. It seems like you could jump in and come out in a different reality, where colors are brighter, and lines are sharper, and things pop out more.
But if you jumped into that reality, where everything is bigger, better, more… wouldn’t life be harder? You would be happier, but you would be sadder, too. That reality, that world where everything is to the extreme, seems like such a sweet escape. But I’m scared to escape into something that is even worse.


i just really liked this simile.

My emotions run haywire, like one of the half-finished projects that my dad used to leave lying around the house, sitting on the tables, shiny and… confusing.


It’s a book I like to read that makes me like this, I think. That gives me the bad feeling, the falling feeling in my stomach. But it’s not a bad feeling, it’s just so much emotion with in me that my heart can’t contain it and it moves to my diaphragm and my belly and my throat and my eyes and my soul. It’s a book I like to read that makes me like this.
And in this book there are so many descriptions of almost this very emotion, this overload of emotion, this emotion spilling from every inch of me, thinning or thickening my blood, how ever you would put it, that the emotion is heightened. This emotion that is all emotions at once, that is happy and sad and angry and confused and delighted and shocked and in love, all at once.
It’s a book I like to read that makes me like this.



okay, thats it. if you read all of it you are amazing. and i love you.

My favorite is the same as yours. I think you should expand a couple of these and see where it goes.
» Southern on 2007-05-30 12:35:28

Ahh.. It's confusing.. Why not try jumping into it since you can jump out of it when you've had enough?
» Nuttz on 2007-05-30 01:58:58

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