I am not so much a social person; I am simply curious.

Hell Yeah

life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange
a directionless story
and the dialogue is lame
but in the he said she said
sometimes there's some poetry
if you turn your back long enough
and let it happen naturally
oh, yeah
hell yeah

i got a face like a limp handshake
hair like an accident scene
i've been waking up slowly
savoring the same old dream
and somewhere between
the folds of your memory
i was sleeping soundly
oh, yeah
hell yeah

'cause i like you
but i know you don't know it
i like you so much,
i talk to everyone but you
and i wonder
what you would think of this little number
i wonder
what you would say if you knew

if you don't ask the right questions
every answer seems wrong
i was a terrible waitress
so i started to write songs
and i don't know how i feel
but i wonder if you feel like me
do you ever get wrapped up
in the folds of my memory
oh, yeah
hell, yeah

'cause i like you
but i know you don't know it
i like you so much
i talk to everyone but you
and i wonder
what you would think of this little number
yeah i wonder
what you would say if you knew

there's a river of people
that runs past my eyes
and it's beautiful enough
just to watch it go by
but the trouble with water is
she'll always leave you for gravity
i never even told you
i had a crush on you or anything
oh, yeah
hell yeah

life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange
a directionless story
and the dialogue is lame
but in the he said she said
sometimes there's some poetry
if you turn your back long enough
and let it happen naturally
oh, yeah
hell yeah

- Ani Difranco

CRIMSON

CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his
coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows
and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)

-Carl Sandburg

TWO

MEMORY of you is . . . a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.

-Carl Sandburg

um, yeah, so, huh, I guess it has, well, been a while. but I guess 'that kind of thing happens when you're with me' sortofkindof in any case...

happy first (well, second, actually) day of summer.

this one goes out to all of you who live backwards:

"Age Six Racer"

So long sweet summer,
I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays.
So long sweet slumber.
I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away.

Hey thanks, thanks for that summer.
It is cold where your going
I hope that your heart is always warm.
I gave you the best that I had.
You pased on my letters
& passed on the best that I had.

I hate the winter in Lexington.

- dashboard confessional

Note to self: when having to say 'goodbye' be as late as possible. (as in be running late so all one has time for is a big hug, maybe a little tearing up, and a "I'll call you when I get there")

but sentiments like shadows grow
oh so long

guess i gotta go
don't get up
don't cry
it's really very simple
just kiss my cheek and say goodbye
i never really go anywhere anyway
i just pass through from time to time

bye bye baby
baby bye bye
maybe i'll see you
next time i'm in town
maybe when i'm through
falling off the face of the earth
i'll come back around
you know i love to come back around

"back around" -Ani Difranco

All I really have left to say is goodbye for now and I love you. Though we may not meet again for some time, when that time comes, oh what a time we will have! I guess I lied, because I also want to say thank you, Connie "Chix Cha" "Constance" (You always were such a 'BURDIS' :) for everything and then some that you have been and done for me, I owe you big time, and I probably would not have made it this far as who I am without you to ponder over fire hydrants with, or go running with at all hours of the night (and all weathers), or go on walks with and re-evaluate for the ten bijillienth time what our plans for the future are, or to simply be with and let me blather on about nothing in particular while just listening and helping me put things into place while keeping them in perspective. For all that and so much more, thank you. And remember, "Cats and treadmills don't mix". Stay cool, literally. (just like me to end this with some corny lines to try and lighten things up. oh well, I guess some things never change :)

'What day is it?' I have asked that question more that I would like to admit in the past six days and usually am still surprised with the answer.

"Time is for dragonflys and angels: the former live too little and the latter live too long" - The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber

For all of you traveling to France, (or those of you who will visit there at one point or another in your lives) watch for falling tourists (generally of the suicidal persuasion)!

[insert sentimental ditherings about saying 'see you not-very-soon' to true friends and how unpleasent it is here]

I really dislike mowing the lawn. Nosomuch because it is tedious, or because it requires more than a little bit of effort, and I must say that I truly enjoy the outside aspect of it. The part that ruins the whole thing for me is that I feel like I am (or could be, at least) destroying many creatures homes/selves. That has always (and probably always will) bothered me. That and the noise pollution it creates.

"Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday--the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight--the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her--the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet--and the black shadows of the forest behind--all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song. "


"A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July--

Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die. Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream-- Lingering in the golden gleam-- Life, what is it but a dream?"



Just a few excerpts from "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll

I can hardly wait for the ACTs next weekend. Today, Hill and I had a crazyrockin'sweetlesbianlovemaking time with the SATs and we will be doing it all again (in spirit at least... tear) with the ACTs. It is amazingly easy to convince yourself of somethings sometimes. Unfortunately not all things most of the time, but you know, what fun would that be anyway? I belive that a firm grip on one's reality is probably a good thing if one is thinking about letting it slip a little, because then one has a bit of a somewhat idea as to how much they can relinquish their grasp on what is really going on and are better aware of how to regain a sense of what's-going-on-edness when they wish.

I would like to take this opportunity to accredit all of that jibba-jabba to the lack of sleep (and reality) I have been experiencing lately.

wow, amazing how good time can fly. I had a really great time tonight (back home, met up with the Con-miester to pick up some goods [you know, 'goods'] {actually just her calculator for the, drumroll please, SAT that I am taking today! Da da!} and while Hill [here with me because she is taking the, wait for it, SAT today as well, and in the same location, so it follows] Connie and myself were waiting on the corner [you know, typical friday night, workin' it baby, yeah{last bit said in as sarcastic a daria voice as possible}] who should drive by to try and pick us up but Emily, so she stayed and chatted it up with us for a while, and then we pissed off some random lady [laughing near her driveway or something like that... maybe it was the stripping...hmm] and we took a short promanade and then Em had to go. Connie, Hill and I then proceeded to have an Adventure In the Mud. Then we went home. All and all, good times.
I'm audi.