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sometimes not ]
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college student. (english literature, dance, education)
quite fond of: friends and family (and where the lines blur) poetry the bay area dance (for life and always) eating constantly party time (excellent!) retail therapy olympic level procrastination wandering in libraries sleeping at odd hours emotional masochism Youtube Last.fm
Poetry Excerpts from "Sound Off" chapbook. Poetry Workshop I, Mills College, August-November 2009. Copyright 2009, all rights reserved. "Progression"
As a
repeated chest pelting
supposition
early onset dementia
bewildered iris
mission statement
as
Horizon line
Testament not old not new
Ampersand
Technology etching That’s enough for today.
"unscheduled" tight
"strangers"
this glass was blown and cut and formed
"Chicken Chow Mein" Nothing is delivered without cost.
[ cohesion and concreteness
Ideals are minimal. Intangible. Disintegrating.
Your fortune: Only you can change your life. No one can do it for you.
It is quite the reasonable goal,
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
oh yes, the mighty blog. maybe i should use this one of these days.its ski week. which means it's february. which means i haven't used this thing in a loooooong time. i wonder what the video on here is. HA. i downloaded some amazing music recently. love it. i am single in every sense of the word. i'm sick, and when i get sick, i get really introspective. real morbid and get senses that it's the end of the world and my friends aren't going to be a constant in my life and that i'm gonna wind up in a studio apartment with an adopted himalayan whistle kid in a studio apartment in san francisco and then we'll get hit with an atomic bomb and all die. thank god it sounds crazy in writing. i love god. i don't really like christian music. that makes me feel bad. but i just don't. just...no. its not good. some was when i was little, that stuff used to GO. DC TALK goes HELLA dumb. lots of people back in the day did. ha. my hands hurt when i type fast on this low keyboard. I just put on Joanna Newson. the bitch can't sing. if Regina Spektor got really drunk, that would be her. i like her lyrics. and she can play the harp. but the bitch can't sing. JOAN JETT. she's really cool. i've gotten a million college letters in the past few days cause PSAT scores went out. ha. i'm adding some schools to the list. good times. i should do homework or something fucking productive. cause i never do. i never ever do. or at least work on a drawing or writing or something that will help me. myspace will not help me. i repeat, myspace will not help me. and it will not help you! ha. hahaha TORI TORI TORI. oh man. baby's gonna tear some shit up. American Doll Posse. MAy 1st. we'll see. i'm not gonna let myself listen this time. (i heard SWB, STS, and Hoochie Woman in full last time. i'll allow myself one song and then just wait. i did better with A Piano...eh. no i didn't. i suck.) i'm gonna go see Bloc Party and its gonna RULE. that's a rockin' band. Joanna Newson actually scares me kinda. i know all the indie kids love her...but dang. daaaang. sometimes i wonder whether its worth updating all the links on this shit. i think not. and i'm gonna try to get archives to work. and i actually found a cool template thingy, if i wanna revamp it. that'd be kinda off the chain. i should have done THAT today. augh. and its only 4 minutes into this crazy song. Joan Jett is so going on now. Do You Wanna Touch Me is such a strip club song. along with Closer and How Soon Is Now. maybe i should open a strip club. Alix is in town and i may see her. she hasn't called yet though. i wonder if i'll seem harrassing and needy if i text her. fuck it. i should compose something poetic. lets hit this. haiku i can feel. rhythmic drumbeat pounds matching heartbeats at pulse points open my eyes and scream oh YEAH. that owned. i had a dream that me and alison and a small child in a flowered dress and bette and tina and their baby angelica from the l word and some old people were all riding on this bus, and we were rolling, and we totally missed this waterfall, and we picked apples in an orchard. twas righteous. i decorated my physics binder. its pretty. hot child in the city is SO by Pat Benetar and NOT Joan Jett. augh. stupid people. i should take a shower now. and do WWII homework. if i finish that tonight...i'm a cool person. i hope i'm not sick anymore tomorrow. vacay is fucking speeding by. i still need to go to san francisco and party. and buy character shoes. and see priya. everyone else is out of town. (alison's in DC and lynn's seeing schools on the east coast and anna's leaving for santa cruz tomorrow.) one day i'm gonna buy a BIG truck. and step out of it in my heels and make guys cream themselves. ew. that's so gross. ew. i'm not writing that. oh well. i love my mother. despite everything. i felt the need to say that. i feel the need to say a lot of things. i can't stay silent sometimes. maybe i will use this thing more. if i can figure out how to put that new background on, that'd be amazing. it has places for links and band coolness and all that. there's this awesome website couplelandesque.com or something, i don't think that's right. but i'd so link them. its prom in a month and a week or something. my dress is red satin with a slit. i guess that makes me cool. i have to switch to the new blogger and i'd rather not. but i guess i will. more haiku? i think not. okay. i really need to be productive now. Labels: american doll posse, bloc party, dc talk, dream, haiku, joan jett, joanna newson, regina spektor, ski week, strip club, tori amos |
