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Home from work
Tired.
Listening to tegan and sarah.
Being the most non poetic me that I can.
I know, darling huh
Last night I was writing about you.
It makes me really happy, when you call me. Choc chip.
And random punctuation, also makes me. Happy?
Haha. Silly me.
I have a slight cough.
Slight being the particularly important word.
I like writing.
I’m scared of college.
I’m happy to not think about it.
I want someone to take naps with.
I love naps.
And the rain.
I love silver skies
and sparkly clouds
I love the air after it rains
it smells of raspberry bouquets and fresh kisses.

I’m watching Grease, and for some odd absurd reason it reminds me of you.
My hair is down.
My 21st century type writer (macbook) is open and bright.
I’m extremely tired.
And all I can do is listen to music. Music.
I really love music.
I need to get some yogurt.
Some earth.
Some dark chocolate.
Some deep red wine that taste like bark.
I feel like
I want to be connected
To this world
In the most intimate ways possible right now.
I want to dance with the moon
And whisper my secrets to the branches
That carve silhouettes into the night sky

Being tired is a habit of mine.
And I can’t help myself from thinking of you.
I don’t even know if it was correct English.
And I don’t have the guts to let you know, that you are truly amazing.
I need to figure it out
Figure everything out.
I’m drowning in the clouds
Distracted by the chemical neon of the colors of the sky.
And I’m loosing my head.
I need to find ground and start going forward instead of stalling in limbo.
I need to clean out my room.

Start 1:11

Poetry comes at spurts and moments.
My hair hasn’t sat quite right today.
Pandora is extremely and terrifyingly addictive.
I really like the term ‘oompa loompa’ (but only if you say it correctly).
I also really like people with orange skin (no reference to an orange tan, thank you very much) and green hair.
Yawning is happening way too often.
My grammar is slowly disintegrating by the minute.
“Alcoholism is rampant among the oompa loompa population. It’s an Epidemic”- the wise Nathan.
Not sleeping takes a toll on emotions.
Biased newspapers.
Pages not loading
Mistakes.
Things that fill days.
Eyes that won’t close.
The smell of snickerdoodles on my clothes.
Memories.
Feet that hurt.
Multiple conversations at *current time* : 1:29 am.
I love passion. and Commpassion.
Dear love,
My heart is broken.
“open me up and you will see, im a gallery of broken hearts, im beyond repair let me be, and give me back my broken parts”
Love,
REL.

Forever Alive.

Time? 1:36 am

She stood alone on the cold cement
The world was draped in black silhouettes
She wore her dreams in her opal necklace
The world hid from her tears
She was covered in spiderwebs.

She stood alone on the cold cement
Absolutely still
Watching the world turn
As she waited
Waited
For the rose
That would cure
Her broken disease.

She stood alone on the cold cement
Days passed
Months slipped by
And years turned over like stone
She began to harden
Her flesh turned gray
Her veins hard
Her heart cracked.

She stood alone on the cold cement
A statue
Glued to the gray.

She stood alone on the cold cement
Forever.

Read the New York Times online.
Become annoyed with cynicism.
Read the Napa Register online.
Become annoyed with ignorance.
Read e. e. cummings poems for a while.
Get frustrated at hard one and stop.
Listen to the same three songs about 44 times.
Write blogs about absolutely nothing.
Sit on bed which is one inch from the floor and try to remember how to fall asleep.
Take a shower, the last having failed at producing satisfactory conclusion.
Consume numerous glasses of water.
Stop when over hydrated.
Brush teeth for ten minutes.
Write inane list in hopes of becoming tired.
Complain on my blog about the useless sheep that won’t count themselves.
Lay down and attempt to sleep once again.
Verdict: failure.

Tonight started with an awkward conversation with a fireman. Picture this. I roll my 2001 jeep into an employee’s only parking lot at the fire station downtown napa and park in another “employees only” spot. what a rebel, huh? Then I continue on to running into the fire house and in a rather large tone stating, “Uhhh, anyone… in here?” A man talking to a very pretty lady emerges from the shadows. “how can I help you miss?”

“Well you see Mr. Police Fireman officer sir my friends are trapped with their car behind a gate at play ground fantastico and need assistance very very quickly!”

After the words pour out the manly fire man (that’s what he was) confirmed that he would be at the site in ten minutes. So i drive there. We rescue some of my friends. And continue to drive to WalMart.

While sitting in the parking lot of this very wide known establishment zach and I dance to some pretty funky beats in my car. After a half hour or so the rest of the gang shows up with a bouncy ball and we have a festival of throws in the jiffy lube parking lot.

Following this endeavor we return to Michelle’s house and devour cupcakes and pizza slices. Very tasty may I say and then go on to play a series of two truths and a lie and would you rather.

All in all a pretty awesome night.

happy list may come tomorrow. I am sleepy.

It is so cold in this room and now I have to go to work.

Kid whatcha looking at?
Less than three weeks left in this
Icebox
It’s freezing
In this school.
Antartica.
I haven’t eaten yet today.
I love smart water.
My days:
Wake up
School
Shower
More school
Homework
Happy time
Sleep.
Work?
Memorize lyrics.
Naps that transfer seasons
Seasons changing never going going everywhere.
I want
I want
more vegan yogurt yogurt
dark chocolate malted milk balls
and a new notebook.
I like
I love
Being happy.
Let’s dance.