uh, congrats???
Congratulations all you graduating seniors. And that's all I gotta say about that. Go be awesome.
Also, I think I'll be able to do sound for "26 Mirror" for Say Si! Yay! Too bad I can't work on "La Tristeza Del Mar". I would be so badass. I should do some sit-ups today. I forgot to do them earlier cause I was watching this video biography of Bob Marley. Good stuff. More like, GREAT stuff. Man, a lot of the time, you can't understand anything that he's saying! Well, maybe I'm just stupid. He made me want to smoke some "herb". But I'm not gonna.
I could go for a bean and cheese taco.
.....You know?
You know, blogs are so great because you can get your thoughts out almost as fast as you think them. When you write in a journal, although one of my favorite things to do, it is a slower process than blogging because you don't have the letters right in front of you, you just have a pen. And for me, I have so many thoughts at one time that it's hard to get all of them down in writing without neglecting one or two of them. I love thoughts. It's good to have them. Haha.
I'm going to see Cinderella at school in about an hour.
...I gotta go.
Her eyelids were fallin' pretty fast...
I'm so unbelievably sleepy at this moment. And frustrated.
I want to...
go HOME. not have so many absences. not have to make up my absences. be able to check out books. have the time to read books. have the time to do anything. be funny. go out. have fun at parties. be a mariachi. look hispanic. have the energy to exercise. do what i want in life. not feel pressured to be at school, or do anything that is considered "important" or "successful" or "respectable" by the typical cliche American working class demographic. get more sleep.
I want to be able to think again.
bailar y bibliotecas
So, I'm here at Westfall Library and my mom made me bring a zapper- sort of like a tazer- with me because I'm going to walk home. She wanted me to protect myself. Well, guess what I end up doing?? Well, the thing's in my purse and the purse is on my lap..I put a little pressure on my purse to move it and I feel this really fucking weird thing in my leg going up to my brain like some sort of, oh I guess you could call it...ELECTRICAL CURRENT. Oh my God I thought I was having some sort of a seizure...like some sort of horrible brain damage was happening and my body didn't know how to react. I just twitched real quick, though. And it lasted about a second but it was the weirdest sensation ever. I'm never carrying this thing around again.
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come.
My kingdom for a kiss upon the shoulder...
I don't know what to think these days. What with fights among friends, hurried apologies, and people acting very strangely. Confusion about what to do this summer, or what to do with the rest of our lives. I just want everyone to be content, but I know that no matter how hard I try I know there will always be something in the way. I only have good intentions. I understand that life is not easy and you have to go through shit before you can really get what you want. I don't want to make a mistake with my life. And I want the same for all the people I care about- I don't want them to make mistakes that could decide their whole life, is all. I don't want to be working at Starbucks for ten years, and I'm sure none of my friends do, either.
I want to go to school and find a big studio awaiting me, with paints among paints, piles of canvases, and a gigantic easel. I want to walk into the dark room and hang my photographs on strings to dry. I want to spend my nights onstage, the best thirty minutes of my life--playing and singing for friends and fellow musicians, letting out all my frustrations there and giving them to the wind. I want to travel...Italy shows all her beauty to my journal as we tour the country. I want to wake up in my bed with fields of white fluffy covers and look at the window, white-yellow light shining in as I stand up, stretch out my arms, turn on my record player and make myself a cup of tea. I'll be reading a book as my love comes into the room, kisses my neck and starts making breakfast.
Captain's Log
Hmm...
How is life necessarily perfect if you have a lot of money? Is it the comfort of having the big-screen TV, the lush sofas, the plush carpets and marble kitchen countertops? You house always clean, living is comfortable...
But what if they way you are making the money is not the way you want to work...?
Golly says if you love work...you love life. Harrison Withers is one of those people who loves both. He lives for his cats, but his work...is for the birds.
--"Birdland!"
I just think it's a bit strange that the American way is pretty much searching for that job that will get you a lot of money. A large house. Two SUVs. A giant screen television. Do we really live just to come home and watch TV?? I don't know.. I'm a teenager..so maybe I have no idea what I'm talking about.
Mother's Day, Anyone?
I dreamt of warm kisses in the dim bedroom, kisses on an arm, wrist, palm. The source needs not be mentioned; he doesn't matter now. I need someone, though. Being alone is unbearable at times.
Should She Do It??
So...I think I've decided to skip out on those crutches... They're so totally uncool. On Monday, I limp to school!!
