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Dec. 6th, 2004 @ 08:57 pm
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This is the story of The gas pump number 9 that wouldn't collapse.
Well....essentially, that's all there is to tell. I was at the station, and gas pump number 9 wouldn't collapse. But I conqueredit. And a boy who stood nearby smiled as i won.
There are birds i cannot see sing to me. Today is so cold and so good to be out in it. Here is a day in contrast...I was wanting to hurry because I was going to Kirsten and we were going to have coffee and then see other people at the York's. This is more or less a letter to her that i never intended to mail.
Today I was in a hurry. I was racing, and rushing, passing all the cars--don't break 90--faster and faster! in the wrong direction.
..Turn around. Come to me!
I can't make it.
Still, I thought of you today, and that was the best part. Coming home, i'm not in a hurry. (nobody on the road seems to be somehow.) We all appear to be content with where we're going.
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There is so much nothing want to tell you. i'm listening to beautiful songs that i forgot i knew. to me from Milwaukees...blocko.. rythmcollision.
i found a tape a boy had recorded for me when i was young. This time i listened and this time i smiled. there aren't many memories here, but this acoustic moment is nice.i can hear: Blocko- Aches and Pains |
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Dec. 6th, 2004 @ 08:04 pm
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And it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You just never been out in the woods alone
(I've been away.) As i find a way to make tables, i've been saving my entries on paper, because I don't want to forget my memories. Still, here i am.
Here is yesterday: Together we make a tent, and that's wonderful. December 8. Elton John romances us from Radio City.. one for me, one for you, one for me. Stu took me to a Vietnamese restaurant, and I ordered a curry because I wanted to remember my Thai symphony. I did. Then I taught Stu how to kiss a lime. He did a good job.
Now yesterday is over..I'll tell you about my obstacle course later (that was thursday). But here is another aspect of thursday i'll relay to you.
Debate. I gave a rebuttal, but lost my destination. I began talking about the wrong thing. Just wait; I haven't explained this well enough. move on, move on, move on please! You tell me the thoughts i haven't admitted to myself. All my cognizance is lost in a myriad of terminology and picked wild flowers.
Oh. Kirsten has inverse monkeys, and I'm like the weiner dog, and all is right again. Tell me the things I know I lack..and there's the preponderant 'um'. And he's got the whole world in his hands.
"The horizon is lying to me, paints such beautiful colors on such a sad day. and i know you are the one painting the colors that only we have dreamed of."i feel: exuberant i can hear: Senses Fail- love song |
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Nov. 5th, 2004 @ 01:03 pm
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and i'll always be impressed with the word November.
Today i was curious. I spent all last night and a good part of this afternoon in self-excavation, that is, digging into my recorded history. It all began with a thought that Joel planted in my mind months ago... and today i found myself on my original online journal, scanning for poems and entries that i had since discarded as irrelevant and inferior to my present self. Now, of course, since i have no ego and nothing to hide, i am free to enjoy these findings as i like. Afterward, i read through two small logs that i had kept simultaneously (2001-3). From this occupation, i have been struck with how altered my memory is from what i had originally recorded. The mind fails, yet reading old thoughts brings faded emotions and circumstances vividly to my face again. I would like--as every body likes--to believe that i am supremely improved as time has gone by; and i'm sure i have improved. Still, i know time has not replaced who i will always inevitably be. I am in love and hurting. I am afraid, but i don't want to go inside yet. I am wiser since yesterday, but I yet have everything left to learn. this was a good experience.
I have obtained a xanga. there's nothing written in it yet, but you are free to observe how very pretty it is: http://www.xanga.com/momentary
If you'd like to dig into my past mind, I suggest starting from the beginning and stopping whenever you like (it's not worth reading in depth): http://www.livejournal.com/users/chained2freedom
Thanks for giving me the sky, Kirsten.i feel:  grateful i can hear: julianna theory- something isn't right here |
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Oct. 18th, 2004 @ 09:08 pm
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Driving down new roads.. Atmospherical is the smell of Scott's shirt, Kirsten's car, and pine. It reminds me of the way i felt sniffing my hands after massaging Kirsten's Azusa-tired feet with vanilla lotion. I've decided that any smell that reminds you of another smell is worth remembering.
I was supremely happy this morning. Disjointed thoughts floated around my mind forming the solid shape of a muse of no particular form. At any rate, i was inspired to write a song which ended up being a tribute to our adventurous yesterday. It is titled Estella's Smile, mostly because i couldn't remember the name of the park we went to or the name of the little girl we watched conquer imaginary ninjas. Yet, that the song is already named, does not exclude me from perpetually calling it by any of the other names, assuming i one day recall them. nevermind.
Oh, but we were the very dragonfly's wings being satiated by the wind! The day was for us; for discovering bridges in new places; for flinging ourselves downhill and being abhorred at the shapes we saw in the clouds.
Below is a song that i wrote for Kirsten in what seems like a very long time ago. She wanted me to sing it from the top of a statue, but i had forgotten so much..and i could not will it into my mind. i'm very glad that i did not pull Scott right off of the flame of friendship. it would have most definitely ruined the charm of the place if it did not, in fact, ruin Scott. Now, i'd like to sink into a small corner and reflect upon my new memories..but here is an old one for you to read:
Yesterday is gone
It washed away with the waves rolling backward
And the seaweed is tangled in her hair
Wet, salty, beautiful
She’s chasing the birds
500 seagulls in man-made herds
And she’s laughing
At the wonder she’s created
The child in her is elated
Not thinking for a moment that tomorrow will come
It always comes
Faded ink on old paper
Is what’s left of yesterday
Selections of moments
Become our memories
Don’t be sad
When you wake up grown up
You’re now what you wanted to be
You’re older
In charge of yourself
Stay up late watching movies
Fall in love
It’s okay
When she was young
The beach was never beautiful
--just fun.
And it was even bigger then
But it never made her feel small
Oh, little girl with eyes so anxious
Now has eyes that comprehend
Now she’s waiting
For a boy in a sports car
To take her away
They’re off for a night in the town
She’s older
In charge of herself
Stays up late watching movies
And falling in love
And it’s okay
You did a good job
Now it’s her time
To show you that it’s okay
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Oct. 16th, 2004 @ 10:37 pm
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apparently, i'm in a mood to get my heart broken.
but things will be right in the morning.
Oh, and Daniela's party was fantastic.
(thanks for dancing the 'unmarked Acetaminophen dance' with me. things will never be the same.. in a good way)
good night Kirsten, good night Scott, good night Daniela, good night Jono, good night stu, good night terminalcases.
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Superman is dead.
He's dead, and somehow, i am not.
This doesn't make sense to me.
Oct. 12th, 2004 @ 01:45 pm
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Anger is beauty,
anger is beauty,
anger is...beauty.
-Hawksley Workaman (like you know him)
I'm posting the below because i want to know something...
Do you think i kiss politely?
Oct. 12th, 2004 @ 01:39 pm
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This song can do it for me. I'll let someone else's muse describe to you the things i don't feel like writing down. (i omitted the parts that do not apply to my state of mind)think of it the way people try to think about God.
-Sister Hazel /your mistake
...It's true
I'm blue
And without you
I'm not right
I'm not fine
I wanna be rain
that tastes like wine
I wanna be good
I wanna be great
I wanna be everything
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Let me into
your view
I wanna know how you see this thing
that's us
I must
keep managing my madness over you
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And I don't want your sympathy
just understanding
We'd be better off if I just took some time
to try to understand you
I'm not right
I'm not fine
I wanna be rain
that tastes like wine
I wanna be good
I wanna be great
I wanna be everything...
Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 08:04 pm
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there's nothing wrong i guess.
i'm just in one of those moods where you don't want to use any capital letters and everything you say ends with 'i guess'.
i changed my mind, it's not a mood.. it's a lack of mood. i feel a lack of determination to desire any change of heart. it's hard to spur motivation at the end of a day. i don't want to be fixed (i'm not broken) i just want talk and be talked with. i'd like to cry but i have nothing to cry over. i'm not just a girl. i'm not just anything. i guess i just don't feel needed right now. (despite what i know to be the truth.) yeah, i know i'm down right amazing; i know i'm fire and you're the ocean, but i certainly don't feel it at the moment. all i feel are the amassing assignments i have been tasked with. i've been so useless lately. i go to school and come back for homework..i wasn't made for this. i want to be active for people and i want to grow with them and i want this conversation to be in person.
there's always tomorrow until there are no more tomorrows. but then we won't have to worry anymore (about tomorrow). i still love you. I still look forward to the corner of Orange and 6th. Today was my exit 17.
Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 07:26 pm
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I've spent the past 20 minutes reading xangas, livejournals, blogs and visiting friends' band web pages.
I've decided that catching up with people over the above means is essentially worthless. The things we say when we don't know who could be reading are only the attention-starved thoughts we put out while hoping for comments, or vagueties that we want to change the world with. There are cuts of conversations, written memories, depressed rants, lyrics, and to-do lists. They do not compare with actually picking up a phone and calling the person whose livejournal you're reading. And there are so many people I want to call right now, but it's too late for now. I should get back to doing something traditionally useful.. like underlining subjects and verbs.
Oct. 6th, 2004 @ 09:26 pm
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Stop. We're not talking about biodiesel anymore. Don't get me wrong..i adore the idea..it's like a pretty little cookie that turns into thousands of pretty cookies upon the touch.
..But too many cookies get you sick to your stomach
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Will the music ever stop?? I should have gotten that boy headphones for his birthday instead.
We're too young to be working for the weekend. Ya feel me, Jono?
Closer to our original topic, I'm sad that Daniela doesn't want to debate anymore. Will she still be at club on debate days? I am unsure if I can be there for speech days... oh no.
A require saltine crackers.
Oct. 6th, 2004 @ 09:02 pm
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if you're in a band, and wanted to be on Warped Tour 2005
fill out this application (below) and mail it in (to the address listed)
deadline is : March 1, 2005
http://warpedtour.com/band_05.pdf
Oct. 6th, 2004 @ 01:51 pm
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"I
I live among the creatures of the night."
Laura Branigan
I'm going! There's a small ($5 small) Anthem rave on LA this saturday and I'm going =)
Plus, I'll be at Monster Massive 04 on Halloween night (or, the harvest festival, for all the home-schoolers). That show is at the LA sports arena- hoasting 100,100 happy people! The line-up for that show is fantastic!
Paul Van Dyk,
Judge Jules,
Roger Sanchez,
Pete Tong,
Junior Jack,
Kid Crème,
Kurtis Mantronik RICHARD humpty VISSION AK 1200 MARKY XRS MING
& FS DJ VADIM BARRY WEAVER DJ REZA
Wanna come with me?
Now...back to debate!
Oct. 5th, 2004 @ 10:53 am
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So I guess everything's over now.
Birthdays, weddings, happen. No more shows, no more tea parties. Everything is wraped up lovingly and placed on a shelf in my preverbial summer expectations.
But summer is just beginning!
I suppose this is all a part of growing up. I still play on the sandy shores, but the seaweed is no longer tangled in my hair. Now is for staying up late watching movies and falling in love. But the memories continue on.
Hurray for friends who have the same memories and won't let you forget to remember. Apart we have fading ink on old paper, but together we reminisce in vivid conversation that makes it as alive as are our words.
The glory show happened. There was no breaching of maximum capacity, but there was hilarity, and incredible amounts of laughter, and there was you--the audience. I'll never forget you.
I'm so amazingly pleased that Kirsten was there. And after the show, we all did the camp thing, then went out to Denny's..our table had the most fun..we could tell because we were the loudest. Lullabye, "what do you think about drugs?", oreo shake and seasoned fries. And no wonder... they have a mom at their table.
And oh, I'll promise to always remember. But I am, not sad it's over. Yet I can't help but wonder if am I the only one...
I have to go to best buy tomorrow.. I have to get "a day at the races" for my brother..it's his fifteenth birthday. He's mid-teened, taller than me, plays guitar and basketball and has a life of his own with friends I don't know. That's incredible.
And I am perfectly unsad tonight. I've been working and had no idea that someone would be proud of me. 'I don't want to lose your love tonight.'
Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
in a day or two...
Oct. 3rd, 2004 @ 09:30 pm
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The final show. No more. This will rock.
Sep. 29th, 2004 @ 02:14 pm
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Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain/ You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today/ And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you/ No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun/ And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking/ And racing around to come up behind you again/ The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older/ Shorter of breath and one day closer to death/ ...The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say
Pink Floyd- Time
Today I made chicken Ramen with the help of a teddy bear. The soup tasted like autumn and gave me the strength for chemistry.
I also learned that David Bowie's real name is David Jones. He changed it because he didn't want to be confused with Davie Jones. The name Bowie is Scottish...
Don't you hate it when "girl you really got me" comes on the radio and you get all phyched for a great song, but then, instead of van Halen you're listening to the Kinks? (same goes for "vanilla ice's original hit, Under Pressure")
Ange bought me my very own collector's edition of Tron! So you may come over to watch it with me anytime. (Tron kicks the bucket in surround sound!)
Sep. 28th, 2004 @ 01:33 pm
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Earlier today i taught my little brother about evidence briefs and how to compile one. There was soothing music and everything. He left the room saying, "wow."
He'll make a marvelous extemper someday.
and about the moment..i have no words (but that doesn't fly for online journals.) i have gratitude. and a lesson that i learned.
Hope. Hope can provide enough direction for a day. There are so many ugly things alive in this world. I have to believe that the effects of my life will change someone's day. I have to believe that somebody needed to be inspired by two girls dancing on the beach. I have to believe that some kid needed to find a skeletones pin to escape the pressure. I need to trust that somebody who comes to a dikaois show will be able to laugh and that will change their day. It's crucial to believe that I've changed somebody's day every single day i have because it's from that that i receive motivation to continue on living. I don't need any more direction than that because what more could i ask for than to change the world one day at a time? The logic is this: God=>hope=>purpose=>change. I put my faith in this. It may seem optimistic, but why not be optimistic? Why not trust that my life serves a purpose in the immediate now? And I know it's not egotism that has cheered me up since five minutes ago. It was the testimony of a person I have helped. So the logic chain goes in a continuous circle...Thank God for God.
Sep. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:44 pm
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someday i’d like my heart to be able to contain the heartache of this world. i want to be able to comprehend the constant hurt and i want to be able to comprehend the brokenness. i want to be able to see the constant danger but be able to trust in God despite all of that.
someday i want to understand the world and i want to understand God and his place in the midst of it all. because if i can understand that the world is so incredibly broken and still have childlike faith which says that God’s got the whole world in his hands even despite, i know i will have something worth writing about.
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- Kirsten
Yesterday i watched a documentary by Michael Moore. Bowling for Columbine. And it broke my heart. Some people praise him for his diligence while others call him a liar. and i stand in between, not knowing which side is less credible.
I don't care if you don't believe the extent of truth in the arguments. Something happened that based these arguments. Dispite your political preference, the facts are still real. A little six-year-old boy shot a little six-year-old girl at school. She died at age six so the liberals could rise up that the republicans could put them down. Everyone has someone to blame as two mothers weep in two segragated towns. And i try to bandage the world in my prayers... i ponder furiousely over what i would do with a million dollars..what i would do with my life.. there are so many solutions. Retain the death penalty permit abortaion sew up the ozone layer lower gas prices vote for kerry reform public education plant churches vote for bush flex your power change energy policy change...
none of it matters. there are more important things at stake. it doesn't matter how loud you shout because there will always be someone shouting even louder in a different language. i'm sure there's a universal truth that makes a difference. i'm sure it has something to do with God but i can't think of it. i don't have the answer that can save the world. i don't have the answer for my own life. and my concern grows.
I need you
Like the dragonflies' wings need the wind
Like the orphan needs home once again
Like heaven needs more to come in
I need you here like you've always been
i need dirrection.
oh..and Kirsten, it makes a difference to me.
Sep. 22nd, 2004 @ 07:49 pm
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so i've tried.
i shouldn't be online now. i never have the time anymore. i shouldn't have.
what do i want to accomplish? i walk past hoping to hurt somebody. because that means i was noticed. i need to be that phantom in someone's life. (i seem not to see) every time my heart will quicken--is it fear or hope?--i search the page for my name or a pronoun or a vaguity.
i'm still selfish i'm still human i'm still in need i still hurt.
i dream. i dread. i forget until next time. but the thought remains..
can one love replace another?
can love be forgotten or repressed? i'm so terribly unintended. i want to know what might have been accomplished. i can't say i could have tried any harder. well..maybe. i tried. I offered tears and blood to hold my place. but it shouldn't have been in the first place. i accept that. so why am i still here? and for that
i simply don't know.
and still... i've never been happier.
I can't wait to be dead. Heaven will love me.
Sep. 22nd, 2004 @ 07:25 pm
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I had a bad day today, but it's all over now. Here, in chocolate-chip cookie dough solace, the day is over.
The Magical Mystery Tour is coming to take you away,
Coming to take you away...
And as I drove home from school, Beatles philosophy seeped its way into my pulse and steadied it. It's okay if the snowman's carrot-nose has melted off. And it's okay if my memory is pinned to someone eles's shirt. Because there's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time. It's easy, because love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
Kirsten and Daniela make me smile. John, George, Paul and Ringo understand.
Sep. 16th, 2004 @ 04:44 pm
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Driving home from cuyamaca, I felt the most terrific rush of jurisdiction over myself. I decided to stop by Starbucks for a tall java chip frappe chino because I could do just that.
The girl who worked there wrote down my preference and asked me about my Tshirt. Tessie, the original Lake Tahoe monster We chatted about vacationing in Tahoe, my past experiences and her upcoming trip. She took genuine interest in me and that made my whole day. (She put extra whipped cream on my drink too!) As I left, she called "Goodbye Jaymie". Later it occurred to me that I didn't even ask her name and that made me chagrined and unhappier because she'll never know that she gave me a good day. She looked like a Wendy. That will do just fine.
I close my eyes to feel like I'm the only one standing
And everyone of us are the only ones who are bowing
I can reach into a hand that squeezes mine
To let me know I'm not the only one
who feels this
To let me know I'm not the only one
who feels
Help me: does anyone know of a story/song/poem/anything that's about growing up or becoming wiser, etc (outside of Peter Pan, naturally.)
"And I want to be there in my city, oh, my city."
-Journey
Sep. 7th, 2004 @ 08:03 pm
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Wed. Sept 29 SOMA Presents...
Nintendo Fusion Tour
STORY OF THE YEAR
Lost Prophets
My Chemical Romance
Letter Kills
$16 - 6:45 - On Sale! SOMA Box Office + www.lunatiks.com
*Game demos, Giveaways, cosas,
And tonight, there's a FREE SHOW at Solid Rock (1850 Lakeview Ave, Lakeside. Right off the 8E, Los Coches exit, right on Lakeview, building's on the left)
8-12Midnight
see you there
Sep. 3rd, 2004 @ 03:50 pm
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I wish i felt a string of purpose for writing at this moment. But i don't. i don't at all.
i'm tired of writing about my day and how everything is 'fine.' (it is all very fine) i'm tired of writing about the movie i saw or how my back hurts for no apparent reason. So I'll stop until i can think of something important to say.
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I am happy. Truly, unemotionally and deeply happy. My heart lies at my feet and I am open..to people..to circumstances..wedded to adversary. It breaks me, but not today. It's always present--trouble is--like an over-expectant wife.
And I am always open with my heart upon my shoes.
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is this all that summer is now?
Aug. 23rd, 2004 @ 10:16 pm
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And I just know that she warms my heart
And knows what all my imperfections are
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar
Copeland, Brightest
So many things. Yesterday is gone, and I'm glad of that. It wasn't horrible..it just was. And it doesn't take much to make me not be angry. But then again, it takes a lot to make so mad. At least the parking lot is now clean. (Did anyone know that I'm a 'sink-scrubber' when I get upset?)
Other things.. All the Trues are home. I was at the airport to see them in. Pink lemonade and a stool that nobody is allowed to sit on. But then he saw me and gave me the best hug I'd had in over two weeks. In his absence, I'd only gone out two notable times. Once with Graham and Ange (and what an adventure to pass on to the grandkids that was.) The second occasion (which I haven't written about yet for time's sake) was with Dan. It was fun walking up and down Broadway. I showed him my favorite antique shop and he purchaced a Def Leppard record and I got a Cat Stevens record. And it ended with a six dollar pizza over an orchata in front of the wrong restaurant. Orchatas are amazing and checking out old ladies with plastic surgery is always a good time. Then we talked about life and God, which had a much better transition in context that I've just given it here. But all is alright.
Going further back in time..When I was twelve, I was sitting on my parents' bed with my mother and she gave me my very first half dollar. I've never spent it (at first, because it was incredibly valuable and later, because I'd kept it so long and that was cool.) Now, I told you that story to tell you this story:
About a week ago, I was at a bowling ally looking at a handful of change. Everything was standard, except the silver dollar, which wasn't present. It suddenly became just another aspect of my childhood that is now gone. But stranger than it being lost at all after so long, the oddest part of this story is that Tasha had been digging through my purse (to find money) and found it inside so I told her the whole happy tale and she put it away..moments before neither of us would ever see it again. It was disappointing. But maybe someone will find it, see that it's minted 1993 and feel incredibly special to discover an old coin in a bowling alley.
Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 08:51 am
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just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)
just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.
(there's someone on your shoulder)
there there
why so green and lonely?
heaven sent you to me.
we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.
we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen.
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sometimes I wish people realized that the night will not last for eternity. There are consequences.
The only thing worse than people who don't recognize that an ends will occur, are the people who repeat the same mistakes again. I sympathize with the world. I cry for the Earth because she doesn't understand. I don't hate her and i'm not mad, but when will she learn?
Everybody's lost. And I'll still be here waiting for Them.
Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 10:05 pm
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms...
~pablo neruda
This does not describe how I felt today.
Today was for laughter, for trips down Mulberry Street, for finding pictures in the clouds..
A little girl named Alex looked up at me as I led her down the stairs (in the midst of 20 other first and second graders) and she informed me that she liked me. Plainly, smilingly, "I like you." And it accrued to me that love (or "like") is that simple. It is possible to meet a person, sit near them for ten minutes and be filled with such adoration for them that requires expression as they take your hand to lead you downstairs to an infinite world of adventures. It is possible for children. Why is that so different for the businessman of our executive society? Why shouldn't we expect to make friends everywhere we go? Why are so many manifestations of love vented in the dark, secret places? And why do we only care on paper (when we have too much time to think)?
I know I am apart of many first grade futures. The things they watch me do may become monumental aspects of their lives because they have so few experiences yet. Every single one of them will forget who I was, but subconsciously, I may be a mentor to their characters. Children are so many leaves that blow in so many winds, which more than luck will direct. And we will all be linked as many strangers walk over the same square of pavement-- unknowingly, persistently, consequentially.
...that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
~pablo neruda
"And close to you is all I need to be"
The Album Leaf
Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 03:51 pm
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"yeah the fire in your eyes keeps me alive
the fire in your eyes keeps me alive"
The Cult- She Sells Santuary
so i'm home. did i say i was gone? we drove up to castro valley to see my cousin Sara married off.
By the way, never stay at the Ramada. It sounds like a classy name..but it's not.
David Bowie- Scary Monsters is now playing. What an extraordinarily revolutionary man. David Bowie inspires me.
As a sidebar, it's been a long time since I was kissed.
Aug. 8th, 2004 @ 06:42 pm
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"Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand."
-(pick your artist) Tiny Dancer
I'm glad that God likes to surprise us with shoes and matching outfits. I'm amazingly glad for dancing beneath the pier in the moonlit ocean at the shoreline..dancing and singing and dreaming at being alive. Hurray for pink and purple skies with an ocean to match. God did a good job tonight.
And it doesn't matter if all the passing cars thought we were drunk as we sang Ingelbert Humperdinck's "You're just too good to be true". Anyhow, we could walk perfectly straight lines... but it doesn't matter.
There was a little silhouette of a boy who was playing with his little silhouette of a puppy. Their shades were dodging and jumping in the wet sand and it inspired us. It's good to make believe that you've inspired someone who might have taken a picture of you..who might have taken a picture of the three birds in the sky.
And it's good to sit in the sand and sing about Heaven. It's good to grow closer.
There is an ecstatically small feeling at realizing that you are becoming your future..but still that you'll always be arriving and never be exactly where you're done. All in a moment facing the incoming tide.
"I need you like the dragonfly's wings need the wind, like the orphan needs home once again, like heaven needs more to come in. I need you here like you've always been."
-Copeland, priceless
Aug. 5th, 2004 @ 09:41 pm
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AdventureS... There were many glorious circumstances.
I will pick only one to elaborate on.. And I will only give you an excerpt, because the story is very long and I probably couldn't tell it right again now anyway.
It all came about that Graham, (who was driving), Ange and me were following exactly the directions that the boarder patroller had given us. (To the best of our knowledge he really wasn't an escaped insane criminal wanting to murder us, and we still wanted to try and get to the beach.) Although, it had seemed lonely without our escort.. boarder patrol had been following us(tailgating, more likely) since the state prison (it was a good thing that Ange did not pee on the prison gate). However, suddenly we realized that we were again too far south and there was the Mexican boarder--again!...We did find another drive through though...
There probably are many morals to this story, but we didn't learn any of them. However, we also did not get ourselves killed over 5 times, so that's something.
Aug. 4th, 2004 @ 01:47 pm
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So many simplicities.. "You mean everything to me, you mean everything." -Die Radio Die
I've had so many beautiful adventures in the past few days! Some might preferably be called 'misshaps' by some; still they were all grand. First there was the beach party for paradigm (debate).. the atmosphere lacked a certain Daniela and Kirsten flare, but otherwise it was great fun. Michael Santiago did not greese his hair back, so that gave the event a sense of occasion--like the year finally was able to end. And I celebrated (yesterday)....
 
 
 
I will never use these briefs, flows, articles..again.
Aug. 4th, 2004 @ 01:22 pm
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