31.10.09
last night i dreamed about candy
the only costume idea i have so far is an irate pirate. which doesn't even rhyme. it's a better play on words than costume. it looks great on paper, like a lot of things.
best TRICK of the day *so far*:
"hey hawco, you want a threeni?"
"a what?"
"a threeni! it's like a toonie, but three dollars."
"is that legal tender?"
"..."
can't wait for the TREATs.
27.10.09
f/r\a g m|e|n|t (s)
26.10.09
bonafide
since i am generally known as a person who smiles noticeably more than the status quo, it seems to me that this is a more recent development.
things that may be contributing to my less sunny disposition:
cold weather
lack of sleep
homework
work
the disintegration of human moral
increase of stupid people in my immediate surroundings
loud noises when not necessary
a general distaste of the moronic goings on around me
too many people in general
finding my jar of peanut butter nearly empty early in the morning as i go to use it for breakfast...
things that may help me through the hate loop:
good music via good room mates (m83)
robin still loves me despite this 'hate everything' attitude
bonus points for putting up with the early morning version of above mentioned
writing things that don't make sense
going home for the holidays
the salvation army
spring
things reached a peak this morning on the shuttle bus as the driver raged around corners and repeatedly slammed the brakes, despite the overload of students on board. between the redundant, annoying conversations i had to overhear and the constant pitching and falling of the vehicle, things were not going well. i surmised that the general population of students and people in my appropriated surroundings are fucking retarded. excuse the socio-politically incorrect use of mental disability to illustrate a point. i don't care.
in general, the amount of times during any given day that i have the urge to tell someone to 'go fuck themselves' has increased exponentially since this time last year. i wonder, have i gotten angrier, or everyone else more idiotic--and me, by default, smarter. i prefer the latter and that is what i am going to go with. if you disagree, it's only because you aren't intelligent enough to comprehend my rationalizations.
25.10.09
th!nk
19.10.09
16.10.09
i'm only happy when it rains
just kidding. i like sun too.
happy birthday chris!
because even though you told me not to wish you a happy birthday (via matt),
i know you'll never read this.
hah.
i liked you better with a curly moustache.
14.10.09
snow, breakdowns and a cold october..
maybe i'm hallucinating, but i just counted three snowflakes outside my window. and it's cold. nevermind. there are a lot more than three. goodbye summer...i'll miss the way you let me dance without piercing me with thick, icy needles and frosting my nose closed when i only wanted to breathe....
and despite the romantic notions i still have about winter...the warm hearth, mulled wine, a good book and snuggles... nobody i know here* has a hearth.
my computer broke the other day.
i came home from work, maybe a little too excited to lie down, get cosy and watch some new episode of something... but when i turned it on, all i saw was gray screen accompanied by a never-ending series of three LOUD beeps. i should have it back and *functioning* in three weeks.
thanks Future Schmuck. don't worry about school, it's not like i'll have anything due before then.
but really, i can't complain....everything else sort of rules...i get to MAKE MOVIES and play with PHOTOSHOP FOR MARKS and write POEMS for (sorta) marks... and the people at work are okaaay too..
speaking of nothing... when i think about the wind...
...she calls my name with a whisper
quiet, inaudible,
sincere.
she plays with leaves--
a summer's breeze
twirling trees
like paintbrushes in the sky.
7.10.09
if i had a twin
- we'd pretend to be one person and fool everybody
- she'd be doing my poetry homework while i did this
- i'd only have to work half the time
- we would go on double dates and switch halfway through, when we got bored
6.10.09
5.10.09
my body--
the spaces around my head, pressing inward
closing until my world consists only of the inside of my eyes.
there's hardly any light
and why?
i am erasing it all.
slowly, carefully, purposefully,
unintentionally.
i didn't ask for this, but i created it.
all these nights spent up until light finds its way back through the window vanes--
pleasant torture,
and completely unnecessary.
but still, i can't stop.
all of my promises to myself
demolished in the scent of a moment--
and maybe it's you, too,
because some days you fit in with this puzzle and i can't quite separate you from the tangled
confusion i think i'm trying to avoid.
i need a break, but nobody here will let me go.
i can't wait. i need out. i need out. i need out.
3.10.09
in an other world
just kidding. i could learn to love you.
when
then she tells you to write a poem using all three pieces. what?
finally:
lights fall down a darkening sky
(before they turn again).
carnival spires spin through the dusk—
as you walk the line.
from beneath a curtain of frailty,
marble eyes fight ferris wheels
for clearer visions of you.
you tilt--
falling down from concrete heights,
unwound.
marble softens to shrouded lies,
an opaque doorway in the night.
the process was painful. the poem? questionable.