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belle & sebastian [01/29/2006 @ 7:31pm]
[ mood | awake ]

when the half light makes for a clearer view
sleep a little more if you want to
but restlessness has seized me now, it's true
i could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes
lying here asleep on a sunbeam
i wonder if you realize you fascinate me so


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i love you more than being seventeen [01/26/2006 @ 3:49pm]
[ mood | cranky ]

"you're sad but you smile
it's not in your eyes
your eyeballs won't change
it's the muscles around your eyes"

[the strokes]

i am so sick of tv dinners, fast food resteraunts, and doing the same old thing every day.


oh razorblade, that's what i call love [01/25/2006 @ 10:47pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

i love plain cheese burgers.

"he would never talk, but he was not shy
she was a street-smart girl but she could not lie
they were perfect for each other say it now
cause in your heart it's loud"

-the strokes


Death of the Flowers [01/11/2006 @ 6:52pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

The Death of the Flowers

The Melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere;
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread;
The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, 5
And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood
In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. 10
The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain
Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.

The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago,
And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow;
But on the hill the goldenrod, and the aster in the wood, 15
And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood,
Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men,
And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.

And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come,
To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; 20
When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still,
And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,
The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.

And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, 25
The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side.
In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf,
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief:
Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours,
So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers. 30

William Cullen Bryant. 1794–1878

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you said the words you knew you knew [01/11/2006 @ 4:36pm]
[ mood | trapped ]

"i've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
and i've been locked inside that house
all the while you hold the key and
i've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
even know there's no way in knowing
where to go promise i'm going because
i gotta get outta here
i'm stuck inside of this rut that i fell into by mistake
i gotta get outta here
and i'm begging you, i'm begging you, i'm begging you to
be my escape."
-Relient K


the sugary smell of springtime [01/05/2006 @ 6:46pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

"Think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage-- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside--walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know."

-Mr. Freeman from Speak

I love teachers that care. I don't think that makes me any kind of suck up.


DISNEYWORLD 2005-06!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [01/03/2006 @ 9:37pm]
[ mood | blah ]

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MERRY CHRISTMAS! [12/24/2005 @ 9:28pm]
[ mood | calm ]

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Merrrrry Christmas Eve! [12/24/2005 @ 12:39pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

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[12/21/2005 @ 12:15am]
[ mood | bouncy ]

"Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bunk alone with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon

It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's black leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses"
-Vanessa Carlton

This song reminds me of the summer SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.


perks... once again [12/19/2005 @ 12:33am]
[ mood | busy ]

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And lefts butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen."

- a poem from perks...

I hope no one ever has to understand the end of that poem because that'd be no good. as creepy as this poem is i love it for some reason.

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oooohh chariot! [12/15/2005 @ 10:08pm]
[ mood | sore ]

Today I learned how to snowboard... and I fell on my ass. yusss!

snow day!Collapse )

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swear to shake it up [12/15/2005 @ 12:42am]
[ mood | restless ]

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two of my favorite things in the world...


your mom's a man [12/10/2005 @ 9:47pm]
[ mood | better ]

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your mom is SUCH a man.

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launching eggs! [12/07/2005 @ 4:07pm]
[ mood | creative ]

so today we launched eggs in physics!Collapse )

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but baby it's cold outside... [12/05/2005 @ 6:55pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

ahhh the first snow of the year and it's soo pretty.

When i was 6 jess and i built a tunnel in our backyard and then i feel down in it and broke it. she got mad at me so we had a fight, then we went inside for hot chocolate and vienna sausages.

"i don't mind the weather, i've got scarves and caps and sweaters
i've got longjohns under slacks for blustery days
i think that it's brainless to assume that making changes
to your window's view will give you a new perspective
the hardest part is yet to come

i don't mind restrictions or if you're blacking out the friction
it's just an escape it's overrated anyways
the hardest part is yet to come
when you will cross the country alone"

death cab for cutie- blacking out the friction

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heheheh [12/01/2005 @ 10:59pm]
[ mood | amused ]

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i am awesome.


gangsta [12/01/2005 @ 10:21pm]
[ mood | calm ]

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we were some cool kids.


i wonder how i got along [11/29/2005 @ 11:10pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

nothing beats sisters. Ever.

but the stars that we could reach were just star fish on the beachCollapse )

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[11/29/2005 @ 5:45pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

"I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while."

"I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't."

perks is probably the weirdest book ever.

it looked like death outside my house today. for some reason it was all sad and depressing and i'm still trying to figure out why it was so pretty at the same time.

i am way too young and crazy for all of this...

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