December 2008
Nay.
The beast is not slain, but only asleep
Though his chest neither rises nor falls, the heart beats within his ribs,
and ensures a plague upon this house again
looks like i'm not going to go see the rockettes
i can’t find my ticket.
dandy.
hey santa,
maybe next year?
i swear, i’ll work on the being good thing in ‘09
got a diary :)
i bought it.
that was stupid.
i think i might
buy rock band today….
i don’t know. this is kind of an impulse. i probably won’t do it.
I don't understand.
Christ’s birth is wonderful, to be sure, but why celebrate it to this extent?
Yes. Christ is God’s son in the flesh. That’s amazing! Yes. A virgin bore a son. That’s incredible. Yes, He was born in a barn,
but why is Christmas that big a deal? Why not Easter? I think it’s ten times cooler.
Not only was Jesus publicly murdered, he was willingly publicly murdered....
some days
you can sit and do your work.
and some days,
you sit in your jammies and watch disney movies all day.
:)
I'm pretty sure
I’m getting a diary for christmas
I’ll be sure to post excerpts
I like tumblr-ing.
Something came over me
and i found myself lacing up my old old running shoes and pulling on a hoodie
and pushing open the door
and slamming it behind me
and i found myself running.
I hurled my feet at the pavement
I hurled my body further down the street
I hurled carbon dioxide out of my lungs
and I stole oxygen each time.
The sky was gray, but not all gray
It was kind of pink.
The air was cold, but not all...
I love everyone.
and I love you. :)
everyone should just hug eachother.
Kristin!
I dont know if you read this;
but if you do, your christmas present is going to be amazing!
im working on it today.
i really want
a hug.
a good one.
not one of those,
you look like you need a hug,
type hugs
i need one of those,
i wont pull away until you do because i like hugging you,
kind of hugs
you know?
When did I re-become the sappy love-sick teenager?
I dont think i like it.
but i like him.
from then to now
trying to list some memories,
trying to write a memoir
starting around 1995, and going up till tonight
Pantry
Kids zone
Minnie mouse
Play dates
Ballet
Horses
Carly will
House
Mansion
Cabins
Baseball
Soccer
Kindergarten
Poker
Construction
Dressup
Madeline
Daddy little sister
Hair bow
Crafts
“centers”
Ketchup folders
Lunch lady
Voting for lunch
Haunted tree
Swing contests
Boy v girl...
lost twelve pounds,
i can fit into all my old dresses :) this is wonderful! i havent lost weight in over a year, i’ve been gaining like crazy.
ps,
i’m having a great time. :)
wooooahhh for the bipolar posts on this blog, eh?
Epiphany!
My closest friends are band kids. It’s really hard on me sometimes, knowing that they spend all this time together and I don’t get to go. I know that its not all sitting around and playing guitar hero or whatever. i know that there’s a lot of hard work involved, and that you don’t get a summer, and you don’t get afternoons or Friday nights or any of that. But...
yay for
icey rain, letter jackets, dry skin, irritated wounds, early mornings, and wet hair.
oh wait,
and there goes life as i know it.
Hey. Its been a year, and I’m still messed up. I don’t cry about you at night anymore, and I don’t lose (that much) sleep about you anymore, but you messed me up! How could you do something that stupid? It was stupid for everyone. You hurt everyone. You didn’t help anyone, not even yourself. Especially not yourself. I miss you more that I can express. You promised me things and you didn’t keep...
goodnight, world
I’ll meet up with you in the morning
for now, i’m lost somewhere else :)
whaaaat
is going on?
i dont understand what you’re doing!
i've kind of fallen down
on this tumblr thing.
i’ve been at school for at least twelve hours every day this week. Last night was mr lone ranger, which was a blast, (despite technical difficulties) and today was neeka’s super late birthday party (which was fantastic) and tonight was progressive dinner (which was really wonderful.)
:) its been a pretty good week.
i’m really tired.
i got the letter
and i got sad.
something is wrong with this picture.
its 5:25
i need to finish notes for world history and make a venn diagram, study for my math test and finish the review, do the math homework for the day i was sick if i can, and try to attain some kind of grasp on chemistry.
i need to gather all the black tops i have that i can dance in without freezing in this weather or burn up with the kick sequence, and get together all my nerdy time passing material...
i have a bad feeling
that i will never stop feeling this sick.
Searching for my kamryn boots at all the targets in central texas with ben and company. :) Yess.
so they're like,
kami, be careful! you dont want to get yourself into this again
and i’m like, psh, you think?
but do i know how to be careful? i think those words dont even register anymore, they’ve lost meaning
like, “kami, dont make stupid mistakes! check your work, be careful!”
and, “kami, dont climb on the roof, be careful!”
and, “kami, watch what you say to...
remember the days,
when your world was confined to what they said? When they said,
“Don’t cross the street,” the world across the street simply did not exist? Remember when they would say, “Oh, that’s not important,” or “You’ll find out when you’re older,” and you were forced to believe in its truth?
And now we’re older. Things are important, and...
Hey there
I’m trusting you.
Its weird, i havent trusted someone like this in a while.
Don’t mess this up, please? Don’t make me regret this?
Last night
I was up till nearly four thirty doing homework. I showered by six fifteen and I was at dance by seven thirty. I danced until ten. By eleven I was drowsy. By noon I was holding my eyes open. By two I was literally shaking i was so tired.
I. Hate. Everything.
you know that thing,
where you cant stop laughing at everything anyone says, and you get all shaky and chilly and giggly?
that was me.
all day.