Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch baby he's coming home for you've been such a liar.

I've noticed that everyone is a whole lot happier lately.
























Good.

"There's no normal life, Wyatt. There's just life. You get on with it."

"How we feelin' today, Doc?
-I'm dying. How are you?
Pretty much the same.
-So now we can add self-pity to your list of frailties."

"Take that beauty and run. Don't look back." (that one sounds familiar xD)

Tombstone. A long list of famous names and some of the best goddamn acting you will ever see. Not to mention it is a classic to boot. It's rather peculiar how oft you can become inspired by an old unwatched movie.





"I'll be damned. This is funny."

For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse.

Guilty pleasures she wants, so guilty pleasures she gets.

ecstasy
tickling
routine
humanity
direction
eccentricities
trends
family
Jasmine

Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall

Well, after my 24 hour hiatus from the online world, I find myself neither missed, nor wanted and altogether indifferent to what I have just done. It's not like I'm important enough to miss if I disappear for a day. I did it more for myself because I realized that I was spending too much time online again. Like when we first got the computer. 2 hours on, 2 hours off, repeat until sleep.

My internet-addicted side was eager to get back and see what kind of surprise was waiting for me in my inbox(es), and the other outdoor-savvy side wanted to completely ignore it for another day. Guess who won out.
Regardless, I found nothing new, other than the fact that the icanhascheezburger sites are no longer being supported by my browser and I cannot see any of the pictures any more, no matter how many links I follow to find it. Perhaps it is my computer failing on me, or maybe it's the website, but I can't help but blame myself and my "mysterious disappearance" from the internet yesterday, even though it is clearly not my fault. I suppose it's for the better though, because it was those websites who kept me coming back all the time. It was the urge to look through them to find new things to laugh at, and now that they are disabled, I find myself a little bored and dissatisfied with the computer.

"You know what they say about men with big shoes...

They'll stab you in the face while you're sleeping."

Aside from the fact that I am bleeding out of my ear, I only have one thing to say. I can now stalk you all from the comfort of my own home.

xD









:D



(I got Google Earth)

I can show you what your house looks like too, I just need your address ;)

Deep in this dream I set the calmness to spinning

It's so much fun with other people, but it's such a down when you're alone.

Do I love it or hate it? Or is it beyond that?



I can't say it's not my fault, and in no way do I complain.


"Hey, Beauty Supreme, yeah, you were right about me, but can I get myself out from underneath this guilt that will crush me? And in the choir, I saw our sad messiah. He was bored and tired of my laments. Said, 'I died for you one time, but never again.'"

Well, I love you so much, but do me a favor Baby, don't reply. Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.

I get by with a little help from my friends

OK, now that I have the time, let's get started.

This has been a really long week I must admit. Wednesday, I hung out with Chelsea all day and we walked to 7-11 and Little Caesar's. Which was technically not walking because her mom drove us there. So, we bought a bunch of things that are not-so-healthy for us at 7-11, as we always do, and then walked next door and bought a pizza (which was delicious by the way). I made her buy the Italian cheese bread because it tastes so much better. I don't think it's worth the $4 you pay for it, but it is DAMN good. So, we were looking for a spot to sit down and eat our pizza and whatnot, and decided to sit on a wall, when all of the sudden, Drew and Becca appear. Which surprised Chelsea only because they had just broken up the night before. It surprised me because I haven't seen or talked to either of them since the spree, and before that, practically never. When she clued me in later about what went down, I was a little confused but she told me that they had "broken up, but not really" although I'm still not really sure what that is supposed to mean, or what their standings are as of today, considering it's been 5 days since I last heard anything. But anyway, they had just gotten back from EarthLore and I thought it would be a really good idea to go there too because I hadn't been in quite literally forever, so when they left, Chelsea and I packed all of our food up and set off. I ended up carrying the breadstick box with slices of pizza inside and the bag of candy, which looks really strange when you're standing inside EarthLore. Well, once I got over the awkwardness, we walked around and looked at things and then bought a destiny bracelet in every color. And, Chelsea bought some bumper stickers for Anna and herself. I was thinking about getting some tea, but decided against it. So, when we left, I realized I had to go to the bathroom and I figured we could just walk to Kroger's or Wendy's and use the bathroom there, but much to my surprise, her mother decides to give us a ride home.
After what I can only describe as a glorious release, Chelsea and I go back to my house and spend the night there with Katie and Lizzi as well. Well, the thing is, Lizzi showed up to my house before Chelsea and I, so she was all confused, and Ronda was drunk and stupid and not helping anything, so eventually I got really pissed and yelled at her, which wasn't exactly her, it was my dad because she was drunk and refused to take the phone, so Lizzi just gave it to my dad. When we finally got the whole thing figured out, we met Lizzi at Katie's house and then just walked back to my house. At this point, I realized that we should watch Brick, so I made my dad drive us all over to my mom's house to get it. Of course, no one was awake when we got over there even though it was only 11. So, I pounded on the door and yelled and finally someone let me in and I grabbed the movie and split.
We watched Brick for the first part of the night, and it was agreed all around that it was a REALLY good movie, and this is the billionth review I've given it, so please, take my advice and watch it. Randomly during the movie though, Tam and Drew and Jake kept calling her because apparently Tam told Jake that Katie and Drew were fooling around and Jake got hot, and all in all it was a big mess, until Tam called and told Katie that she was going to call everyone and tell them that she lied. So things cooled down and Katie didn't get any more calls and movie watching went as planned. Then of course, it ended and we were left without a real plan. Mostly we talked for about an hour and thought it would be good to do a little secret spilling. We had it all ceremoniously set up, there were candles, and a big pot filled with water, and matches because matches make everything seem cooler, and we wrote down secrets on paper and shared them with each other and then burned them. It feels really nice to do it, and if you don't believe me, try it for yourself. But you can rest assured that there was no shortage of tears. Well, before we knew it, we had gone through 4 large candles, the water in the pot was mixed with ash and bits of paper and wax and was more like a gross soup than water, and it was also 6 in the morning. Well, no one wanted to go to bed, in fact we all wanted to go get donuts and stay up all day. Which is exactly what we did. Sort of. I mean, we got donuts and everything and we were out for at least another hour, but Chelsea and Lizzi kept falling asleep whenever we stopped moving. Katie and I on the other hand, were quite full of energy. That I'm-so-tired-that-I'm-actually-not-tired-and-bouncing-off-the-walls energy. So we decided to go walk in the woods because she didn't believe our neighborhood had woods to begin with, and it's just plain fun. But, our woods aren't quite as appealing and we hadn't walked on one of the paths, just tried to forge our way in, so we went over to the woods near Chelsea's house. And then we got the bright idea to wade in Bell Creek. So, we rolled our pants up just over our knees, which is no small task when you're wearing skinny jeans, took off our shoes and socks, and went in. Over all, the Creek gets no higher than your knees, although occasionally it can get up to your thighs, but it's really pleasant. The mud is really slippery because the banks are nearly vertical, as Katie found out when she fell in. After that point, we ditched everything that we weren't wearing and trudged on. We really didn't go very far, but it seemed that way because we took our time finding ways around obstacles. Eventually we reached a part that was too deep to just walk through, and I wasn't to enthralled with the fact that we would have to walk a ways on a thoroughly brush-covered bank, and we turned back. We managed to claim a few islands and found some walking sticks while in there, but mostly just got covered with mosquito bites. The back and tops of my knees were the only skin that wasn't covered or in the water and they were just attacked constantly. In fact, I'm itching them right now.
In any case, we came back to my house, well, I came back to my house. Katie went home to change and wash her clothes. I walked in and found Chelsea passed out on the couch, and Lizzi was more or less awake, but still groggy, although she had to leave relatively soon thereafter. Chelsea and Katie stayed and Natalie came over shortly as well, but I was really, really tired and fell asleep on the couch. They started drawing on my face and Katie was playing with my legs, and there really is no polite way to say "Fuck you" to a friend, so I just waited until they left. Now, if they are reading this, and feel bad, don't. Because I really don't care that much and I would've done the same thing to you guys as well. Well, after they left, my dad drove me back to my mom's house because I was really tired and didn't have anything, and some other reason that I can't remember. I fell asleep right away there as well and next thing I know, it's 8 in the morning.
Well, from there until about 3:30, there wasn't much that was interesting, but after that, we picked up Carl and went to the festival in Taylor to see the fireworks. There was this deafening awful country concert, so Carl and I got some money and high tailed it to the lake where it was quieter. Eventually, the fireworks were going to start and we had to go back and endure that terrible music, but things seem nicer when I'm with him and I didn't mind so much.
The fireworks were great as always, but I have a few complaints. First of all, the music this year was absolutely horrid! Last year, they played nothing but Beatles songs, and this year, it was nothing but songs about our country. It was WAY overly patriotic and it was almost sickening. The very last song was the Pledge of Allegiance and people were standing up and reciting it along with the song and it made me want to gag. Second of all, it was pretty short. It started after 10 and finished before 10:30, granted it was nicely co-ordinated and it was more like a show rather than just guys lighting off a bunch of fireworks. Afterwards though, I was really tired and a little angry at my family for being so obnoxious and pig-headed. I mostly fell asleep in the car on top of Carl, but it was a little uncomfortable because my leg kept falling asleep. And not like what most of you have felt, it was like, my leg had no feeling in it and also I couldn't move it. I actually had to lift it up on top of my other leg and start massaging it to get blood flowing again before I could feel it. Eventually, there was more room in the car and I actually lied down so my leg felt better, but that meant that we had to drop Carl off and I was less than ecstatic at that point.
But the next day, which was yesterday as of late, I went over to Carl's house again all afternoon for his sister's grad party. There was a water fight with buckets and hoses and balloons and a piñata that everyone was obsessing over a little too much. Eventually, when most of the people left, we all went to play laser tag and had so much fun! We kicked so much ass, it wasn't even funny. Actually it was pretty funny. The last game, Sharon's entire party was the red team and we had way less people, and the ref joined the blue team, and we still won. We had an amazing battle plan. I mean, the only way you can describe it was epic.
After that, we all went to the Hand-i-Dip and got ice cream, which was actually a slushie that Carl and I shared. We stood around and talked and such and watched them close it down for the night, and eventually everyone left. And Sharon's boyfriend John left in a different car and he had her wallet and keys, so we couldn't exactly go anywhere until he came back. Luckily, we didn't have to walk far to find him and we did leave, though, I wasn't separated from Carl for very long. He sneaked back over maybe an hour and a half later. My dad had just gone to bed at that point, so I wasn't sure if we should risk jumping right in to sex. We ended up using that time and energy for some things that are a little quieter. Although we didn't quite do what we had planned, it was still nice to feel him next to me. It had been so long since last time, and even if we were just sleeping, I loved every minute of it. It just seems like he has to leave way too soon. I just wish he could stay all night.
Plus, he's leaving soon for another camping trip, and then after that, I'm leaving to go to the cabin for a week, and then when I come back he'll have two-a-days. And only a few weeks after I come back, school is going to start again. Time seems to be flying by as the summer winds down. I know that we're right in the middle, but why does it seem like it's closer to the end?

Do your knees go weak when I simply speak?

VerveEarth comes through again!

For a while there, I had forgotten it. Or rather, lost interest. Yesterday I got a comment from a man named Erik Donald France. It sort of surprised me because I thought it might have been one of those spam comments you get sometimes, but lo and behold, he is a real person. He does movie reviews apparently.

At least I know some people other than my friends are reading this. It's nice to have some difference occasionally. I'm glad my post didn't sound too childish like some of my other ones have been. I think it sounded rather presentable, if I do say so myself. It makes me happy that he read that one. And perhaps some of the ones before it. Because those were rather good too.

In any case, I'm glad he read any of them period. It makes it worthwhile.

P.S. I miss you too Manderz. We need to hang out and have crazy good times. You and I could have an epic adventure that most likely would end in ice cream.

I'm trying to forget everything that isn't you

I forgot to mention in my post yesterday that I finally got around to watching The Lord of The Rings trilogy. Which, I know, most of you are thinking, "How the hell have you never watched them before?" But it's actually very simple. You see, I don't care all that much. I mean, yes, the movies were good and all. In fact, quite good, and it was especially fun for me to watch it and point out all of the people I recognized from other movies. I must say, it was really well cast. Regardless, I don't care all that much. At the time that those movies came out, everyone was obsessing over them and the books and making a big deal out of nothing, so I got bored with it. I suppose the fact that everyone had seen it or read the books put me off. When it comes to these kind of things, I suppose I'm a bit of a non-conformist. For example, with the Harry Potter books, I didn't read them when they first came out because I didn't like how everyone else was. I waited until the 5th book came out before I read the first one, because at that point, everyone had forgotten about the first few books and I was basically in the clear, if you're picking up what I'm putting down.

Aside from my cinematic and literary non-conformism, I did watch them. In one day, which, made me proud. They are really really long. I know that watching 3 movies in one day is not that big of a feat, but considering that I was watching it with my little sister and we had to find time in between babysitting, and you know, living, to watch them. Which isn't as easy as it sounds. We watched the first one at around 1 am on Monday night, which is technically Tuesday morning; the second one in the afternoon at about 4 or 5 (because we had been sleeping until 1); and we watched the last one that night at 10. In between however, there were lots of small children running around (which is technically untrue, because there were only 2 small children, but they were wreaking the havoc of at least 4), and family games because the therapist apparently thought it would be a good way to help fix our relationship. But that's a different story altogether.

Speaking of therapist though, I have to go back there in less than a week. *gags* What has this country come to where people need a prescription for everything and a therapist to talk about it all? I am 15. I am well aware that I don't have problems. I am well aware that a majority of people in this country don't have problems, which is pretty insightful for someone who's 15. It's just all fucking ridiculous, and completely true. Which, you all know anyway. People are just afraid of experiencing anything. They can't ever experience sadness, or pain because they don't like it. Buck up little camper, you're body was made to heal for a reason. You'd think that at some point people would take their helmets off and actually live for once, you know?

I think I've figured out that with our population today though, there's too many little things wrong with too many people, and that's going to be our downfall. Just like that one experiment, that I can't remember the name of, about the rat population. They lived in basically a utopia, but still died out anyway because there were just too many little things wrong with too many people.

Sorry for taking such an odd turn in this post, but, such is life, and I'm sure you'll forgive me. Or at least you were entertained or something. (Lizzi's here, so I'm gonna go do stuff.)

Je t'embrasse

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She's fresh, but not too clean

I feel dirty. Literally. I'm sure you'd all love to know that I've been neglecting my hygiene lately.
I can feel myself just sitting in my own... filth, but I don't put the effort into doing anything about it. I don't think I've shaved anywhere since Sobeck's party on Friday. That was 5 days ago. Yeah, I know, gross. I know it's disgusting, and yet, I'm still here. Just be glad I'm taking showers at all.

I'll probably take an entire day to myself to just clean up. Get around to tweezing my eyebrows for the first time in at least 3 months, shave, wash my face, do my nails, the works.

But until then, be prepared to deal with it if you want to hang out with me (which I strongly advise against).

She's fresh to death, she'll be the death of me