this is the story of my life. i had high hopes of happy yogurtdom after i opened the fridge and found some lovely organic kind that mom bought some time. i read the label and the flavor was "vanilla truffle .............. with cream." so i was like okay. and i opened it and there was literally this little pile of cream on it, and that was really creepy. but i brought it back into the computer room, where i was (and still am) talking to brandon on aim. so i'm like "this is uber creepy" and he's like "dear god, don't eat it" especially after i showed him the picture. ha. so i went and scooped the "cream" into the sink, and i came back with my newly refreshed yogurt. whatever, whatever. so i take a bite, and it's all gravy. not the yogurt. uhm. okay. retake: i took a bite, and everything was fine. it tasted pretty nice, and i had dismissed the fact that it was just covered in 'cream'ish a few seconds before. so i'm about to tell off brandon for telling me that my yogurt was gross, when i look down at the carton some more and theres BROWN in it. and i freaked out for all of .3 seconds before i realized that it was chocolate. at least... i THINK it's chocolate. it's brown and the flavor is supposed to be something about truffles. so okay i'm calming down. and i keep eating this yogurt. but the truffle/chocolate thing is just WEIRD and CREEPY tasting. and i kept complaining to brandon. so i ended up throwing it away.
anyway that's all. it seemed exciting at the time.

i really love late night phone calls. they're the next best thing to spending the night with somebody and staying up forever. the next NEXT best thing is having a really good conversation with someone online late at night, but those are harder to actually accomplish. anyway.
i love late night phone calls. thank you, becca, i had not had one in a long long long time. and though this sounds entirely selfish, i'm so glad that i could be around at all for you to call, and i wish that you would do it any time you needed someone. i feel soooooo connected to you in this moment, and i feel guilty for being happy about having such a heavy conversation. i want to go have coffee with you and sit in trees and jump in fountains and smell the flowers and talk for hours. you're my honest hero (honestly) and pretty please... marry me? i want to be around when youre just practicing your songs, and i want to giggle with you all night long, and i just want to see you some time soon.

katherine is back in town!! for her, my plans for a sonic poetry night with just elise and brock were nullified. katherine and her dad came to pick me up around 4 and dropped us off at otherlands, where brock and elizabeth were waiting. elise arrived moments later. it was a pretty nice, lazy afternoon. we hung out at otherlands, and when we(i) got restless, went to java. i got restless there, too, and suggested we leave. that turned out to be a bad idea, because elise just took me home. ah well. such is the life of a 16-year-old with no car/license/permit. the outing was nice while it lasted, but i think i spent longer anticipating it. i loved getting to see katherine again, too. i liked getting to sorta work on brock's movie. i'm glad i got to see elise, because i haven't seen her a lot lately. and i haven't seen elizbaeth in forever, either. so it should've put me in a better mood, i guess. i don't know why i get restless... i feel like if we stay in one place long enough it's hard to keep up a conversation or something. but for some reason, a lot of the time when i'm out with a bunch of people, i feel like i end up listening to them say things i've heard over and over, and i want to have fresh conversations that have never happened. (i'm really impatient today in general, though. what the hell is up?! fucking pms.) and nights/afternoons/outings like this always leave me kind of unsatisfied. actually, it's kind of rare that i feel really GOOD when i get home, because i just hate coming back home and having to say goodbye that much. oh well. bad habit. gotta kick that.

listening to: the frumpies - we don't wanna go home

i love brock. who else could whisk away my troubles and tell me he loves me in french? le sigh. in his 40 minutes, i had a good day. thank you, monsieur. who would i be without you?

i'm in an uber-weird mood. i hung out with elise, zoë, and laylee yesterday, and i had lots of fun. laylee spent the night, and we stayed up till like 6:30. it was great, i love her. mom woke us up at 1 and we watched happenstance, which was really good. now i just feel really really really really really weird. i don't know. my mom wants me to start seeing a therapist, and everything is weird. the only thing i can think to do is go take a shower. so.

You are The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

You're an individual, though you may not think of
yourself that way. You make your own decisions,
usually after much thought, and maybe you
regret a few. But in the end, you know it's
those decisions that define you.


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haven't posted in a while... yep, i still suck at this. i'm not even going to try to catch you kids up this time. only.. morgan's home now, papa came to take grandma home, and they're gone. brock and elise are at writing camp. i got to see them on saturday night and i had the best time i have had in a forever. it was amazingly great. other news... this week is slow, which is good since it's summer, but sad since i kind of want it to be over. becca just got back in town tonight, and i haven't seen her yet. actually haven't seen her for a week. last tuesday, we were going to go see "dancer in the dark" at the media co-op workshop, but kevin and laylee came to get me way too late. so we ended up just going to get becca and daniell. we went to shnucks (maybe? some grocery store.) to get macaroni, because it was something that laylee and i could both eat. (her tonsilitis was hurting, and my ortho teeth were hurting.) so we took it back to her house where i made it for us, and hten we sat around and watched tv. theeenn we had a marvelous jam session in which becca tried to teach kevin to play (strum) guitar, but it was pretty unsuccessful, i think. so she ended up just playing, and i played a little drum. thennn kevin took my drum, and jammed with becca as she played her new song a couple times. i attempted to chime in (haha literally) with the thumb squash piano, but it was pretty shitty so i cut out. then becca got some bongos, kevin had the little drum, and i had a drum that i was hitting with something i THOUGHT was a mallet, which turned out not to be a mallet, and i brutally broke it. but the drum session was lovely. then becca and daniell gave laylee hickies while kevin and i were jealous on the couch. i filmed it though. but i wasn't supposed to really be going past-y with this... i haven't been going out or anything. in fact, there was that last tuesday, and then open-mic, and then saturday (which was AMAZING, as stated) but aside from that i've not really been out until today. zoë came to get me at about 3 or so, and we got dropped off at java. we ran around cooper-young taking pictures of things, which i hope came out. it was reeeeeally hot outside, and i ran though some people's sprinkler. we ended up back at java cabana (air conditioner), which was lucky, because shortly after we got there, i saw laylee and daniell getting out of their car! so i RAN across the street and tackled them and it was lovely. they came and sat around for a while, then we walked to the first congo parking lot to take more pcitures. of course, at that point, we discovered that they were all used up, so we couldnt try the lovely shots we'd wanted to. buttttt morgan fox was in the parking lot! and he whistled to us so i ran over, and he invited us to be in a movie!!!! i was about to jump all over that, but zoë's mom appeared right at that second. it made me SO FUCKING SAD, and i feel like a fool. if it had been someone else, i wouldve been like "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, WE ARE DOING THIS MOVIE RIGHT NOW OKAY MUTAHFUCKASSS" but i couldnt do that to her mom... it sucked. so we went to sekisui where i had the first sushi of my life, and hated it. california rolls can bite my ass. so i was really not liking being there or... anything. i DID like watching the little sushi bar boat go around and around, that was fun as hell. i wrote things like "think global, act loco" and "believe in dreams" on sugar packets, and put them on the little boats in hopes that people would take them out and be happy. i don't know, i don't think it worked. but after a while, we left and went to zoë's house. we sat around and talked for a while, and then we went to neil's around 8:30 (fashionably late hohoho) to see her friend ben's band play. they were fun. kinda jammy, some of the time, but the best things they played were their originals. the ones with lyrics. they DID play "i feel good" which was very happy. i danced and danced, but these people are tight-asses and nobody else danced. it was weird because the band members' parents (and their friends!!) were there and it was a really weird crowd. kinda like all those kids had to watch their backs the whole time, because either their parents or somebody that their parents know were all there. a couple kids from my school were there (including mr. pink pants at the talent show) but nobody i talk to. ben was cute, and he made me happy. his band made like $300 in tips, or something. fucking rich parent assholes. that's what you get for going to lausanne and inviting your parents to your show, i guess. i would rather play for a crowd that DANCED, not paid. iiii hope the band members saw me and zoë dancing together and said "i wish kids did that at EVERY show." muthafuckas. anyway. oh yeah, before the show, we dropped off my roll of film at walgreen's, and who was there but JONATHAN from country spacecraft ballerina!! it was really happy, and he said he would definitely do the next show. he was sad that he missed here and now, and he said he would've worn a wig to be in it. i love the man. i had a pretty good day... zoë invited me to spend the night, but i reeeeally wasn't up for it. she isn't really somebody that i can spend 31093750735 hours with, though i love her and everything. so i came back home and here i am. i wish there was something else for me to say that was interesting... but not really. sorry, faithful readers (HAHAHA).
i smell like fags.
...
ciggies, that is. i don't mind. i don't mind smelling like cigarettes or pot from a concert, because it reminds me of concerts. mmm i don't mind this smell at all. i have nothing but good memories from it. is that disturbing? watch me start smoking just so that i can think about music. how pathetic! black lung, here i come.

listening to: transplants - diamonds and guns

thursday night went pretty well. mom had to take me to java early so that she could take her nap before she went back to the hospital. so i sat outside for a while with ana while she smoked, which was a pretty good thing i guess, since elizabeth, jenny, and lauren d. happened to drive by. so they stopped (forgetting that it was open-mic) and stayed for the whole time. there was a slightly weird vibe since some of the regulars (amber, brock, elise) weren't there and some middle-aged non-regulars were... but val from bella sun was there too! so yay for that. and a weird woman was working, and i didn't really like her, and she didn't know how much pop-tarts were. zoë, daniell and becca came eventually, and that was wonderful. becca spent most of hte time outside jamming with michael, and by the time they came in to play, the weird worker woman turned the mic off. i didn't like her. so michael and becca played "across the universe" on the sidewalk outside, afterwards. all in all, it was a pretty slow night, but i had an okay time. it was really nice seeing jenny, lauren, and elizabeth. and it was even better just getting out of the house. mom made me come home straight afterwards though. oh well. when i got home i... sat around and ate ice cream, i guess. that is all i ever do. also, laylee found out that she had tonsilitis. she's not getting them removed, she just has to drink goo. poor dear, i love her.
friday (yesterday) i sat around. then dad took me to the orthodontist, which was hell. i won't go into the details of it, but basically my mouth is in incredible pain. so afterwards, dad took me to turtle's where i bought a CD. then he bought me a chocolate brownie frappuccino at starbucks next door, because my teeth hurt and something nice and cold and swooshy is nice to drink. then i MADE him listen to my cd, because i hate the way he listens to music now. he doesn't like music, he likes CDs. he doesn't like bands, he likes songs. i hate it. anyway. we came home and i sat around for a while. then dad and i went to the hospital to help bring morgan home. we were sitting there and then the doctors decided that she shouldn't come home yet and she needed another catscan. it was crazy. so dad bought us some backyard burger food and milkshakes, which we ate. mom brought me home around 7:30 and i just sat here for the rest of the night. way to spend friday the 13th, i know. i went to bed earlier than normal because i had such a long night, just sitting around. actually i tried to go to bed around 1:15, but i didnt fall asleep until after 2. so that sucked.
i woke up after 11:30 (AGAIN) so i guess i needed to catch up on some sleep. i took a shower for the first time in years, and (believe it or not) SAT AROUND for a while. laylee called me, and i love her. i am expecting to hear from brock and/or elise sooner or later, to let me know that they are home from bridge builders, and see if we are making plans. i intend to go to the media co-op movie(s) tonight, and i want to know what is going on. right now i'm trying to eat hot dogs but my teeth really hurt. okay.

THE BEST ALBUM COVER OF ALL FUCKING TIME!!!!!!

i feel like i should start writing in here again, because if i don't talk about my days, they don't exist anymore... so let's see. a little background information before i begin this week. on the last day of school (wednesday, may 28) my lovely sister morgan was admitted to the hospital with a ruptured appendix. the new procedure thing is that they don't take it out right away. they send the kid home with an IV pick, and they come back six weeks later for surgery. so she came home that saturday (i think) and was admitted back to the hospital by tuesday or wednesday, because she wasn't healing right. (the same day that she was taken back, my aunt, cousin, and grandmother came from south georgia to help take care of her.) the doctors found an abscess, and had to drain that away. she's been at the hospital ever since. my aunt jenny and cousin rachel went back to georgia on saturday, but grandma stayed and she has been here ever since. okay.
so on sunday night, elise IMed me late at night to tell me that she and brock weren't going to be gone for the 1 week of bridgebuilders they'd thought, and that they were actually going to be gone for 3 weeks, because of this writing camp at rhodes, that before now she hadn't realized was an overnight thingie. so it was very sad. and we went to bed.
on monday, grandma woke me up to tell me i had a phone call, and it was becca!! who i love. so it took us forever to actually make a plan but eventually, sarah came and picked us up. we got peaches, rolls, and a rose for morgan (thank you, shnucks and easy way) and went to the hospital. becca improvized a song using a poem that i had written for morgan on the first day she was in the hospital and she also played her own classic "shallow." we didn't really get to hang out for very long because mom kicked us out. i asked if i could go hang out at laylee's, but mom said no because she wanted me to go home and spend time with my grandmother. i didn't understand, because i knew that it would just end up me in here on the computer and grandma cleaning something elsewhere. but mom made me go home. so i got out of the car and everything, and right after i came in, the doorbell rang. and there was becca! sarah had had to go to a pilades class, and didn't really have time to take becca home, so she just hung out with me for a while. so she looked at my CDs and we hung up lights and talked and it was lovely and i love becca forever. daniell and laylee came to pick her up, and we stood around for a few minutes eating cheez-its and watching brock's Cribs. then they left (because i wasn't allowed to go out) and nothing else interesting happened that night.
tuesday.. wow this is really reaching to go back so far in my memory. i can't remember anything about tuesday. oh oh. so literally like 10 seconds after i woke up, zoë called and asked if we could get together and talk/work on her movie idea thingie. so i went over to her house for only a few hours and then mom wanted me to come home before we even got to audition eric for the film. le sigh. (wow do you ever find yourself sitting at your computer, wearing the headphones, but not listening to anything and you dont even have iTunes/winamp/musicmatch open? damn.) i wasn't TOO disappointed, plus i was intensely tired, so i came home and sat around and then went to lie down in the bed for a while. i remembered that it was tuesday, thus the night of the media co-op workshops that i have always wanted to go to, and so i called jenny to see if she could come. she couldn't, and i didn't really want to go alone plus i was really tired, so i went to sleep. around 9:15ish laylee called and said she wanted me to come to java cabana with her. i figured nobody was going to let me out of the house that late at night, and since mom was home asleep (thank god) i called dad up at the hospital to ask if i could spend the night with laylee. after some cajoling, he said yes. around 10, kevin and becca and laylee came and got me. we drove by java cabana, but at that point it was closed so we ended up just driving around. we somehow got from lamar to some interstate kinda thing and the signs said "st. louis" or "nashville" so we choose st. louis, and kevin kidnapped us across the bridge to arkansas. we drove and drove and drove for forever until we could turn around, but it was okay because we listened to violent femmes the whole time, and becca and i put our heads out the window, into the wind. it was lovely and every night should be that kind of thing. so eventually we ended up downtown. (that seems to happen really frequently when i am cruisin with kevin.) he and laylee were sick and after a while we went to kevin's house where they took some medicine and whatnot. laylee and becca and i got to have a cuddle-fest on his bed while he fixed something on his computer and it was lovely lovely and i love them. laylee kept saying she was cold, which was why we were trying to make her warm and everything, but she felt very hot. kevin took her temperature and she has a 102.4 fever so we went home. becca and i had already made plans to spend the night with her, so after kevin dropped us off, laylee went to bed in arman's room while becca and i fell asleep to can't hardly wait. she did, anyway. i was really tired during some parts of the movie, and i would close my eyes when it wasn't characters that i liked, but after the movie ended it took me a really long time to get to sleep (it was very cold and i didn't have a blanket, and i couldnt get comfy with my pillow). and then i woke up at 5something and was up for another while longer. and then i woke up at 8 with becca, which was when she had to get up so that she could go to therapy.
oh so by now it's wednesday. uhm. so becca got out of bed at about 8:15 and i stole her blanket (laylee's sleeping bag) and closed my eyes for a while until she and laylee came in (laylee had woken up about 6, poor dear... but she no longer had a fever). after she left, laylee and i ate ice cream out of the carton for breakfast, and then we got blankets and lay on the couches in her living room and talked while listening to radiohead and neutral milk hotel. it was really lovely, like laylee. and then mimi took me home at around 11, because she is very nice and i had to be home by 12 to appease my parentals. almost as soon as i got in, grandma sent me to sonic to buy lunch for us. i knew there was no way that the folks would let me go out again, so i didn't even bother. i sat around for a while... helped grandma fold and put up clothes. it wasn't very exciting. when dad got home, we ordered pizza and bread sticks (because morgan was wanting some) and dad dropped me off at the hospital to take them to her, and switch places with mom as morgan's guardian or whatever. i felt like a damn delivery woman, and let me tell you it is difficult to carry a box of pizza and a key lime soda through a whole hospital and make it to the 7th floor and past the nurses station unnoticed. i am such a slave in this family. and the part that sucks the most is that morgan's craving for breadsticks completely disappeared after one bite. i offered her every kind of sauce they had (pizza, garlic, cheese, and ranch) but she wouldn't eat them. so we just sat there and made fun of how gross they were and i made her laugh, which just pissed her off because it hurts her to laugh. we put on totoro and dad came. morgan fell asleep before the end of totoro and stayed that way for a couple hours, while i was bored out of my mind and played solitaire forever on mom's cell phone (which, yes, she had forgotten to take with her). she finally came back to the hospital just before 11, and dad and i drove home annoyed and tired. i finished the vanilla and orange sherbet. that was about it.
today grandma (accidentally) woke me up around 11:30 (this seems to be the time that i have been waking/woken up lately). i sat around for a while, and then deb came and took me and grandma to the hospital around 2:15, so that mom could go buy pillows and hang out at tuesday morning. i played solitaire and we watched trading spaces and whatnot, because the vcr keeps going fuzzy. morgan might get to come home tomorrow and it is about damn time, in my opinion. mom came back eventually, and we hung out until about 5:30 dad came to take me and grandma back home. now i am trying to figure out how to get to open-mic, and if i get there, will anyone be there for me to hang out with? i am sick of being stuck at home, and i'm not even here as much as i normally am in summer. i guess i am just lonely.

listening to: cub - my chinchilla

From MeDiA Co-op's June/July 2003 newsletter:

Do You Know Where Your ChildrenAre Productions

-This troup of young(13yo-17yo) filmmakers are doing it DIY style, writing, shooting, directing, editing, starring in, and promoting their own short films. They even manage their own website. Watch out, none of them have graduated high school yet...some haven't even made it to high school yet, and as their work is inspiring other like minds, their troup is growing...so, as they begin to produce more work, and start taking over the streets with their renegade-style of filmmaking, encouraging you to feel, and think, confronting the world head on.....the real question is....do you know where your children are?



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You are Muhammad Reza Shah Pahlavi, Shah of Iran!
You are so emotional that you were known to cry
constantly and spend your days depressed in
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ever (at least you cried at your victims'
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katherine and i editted BB3 on tuesday... morgan is at the hospital with what was at first a ruptured appendix, and she went back because it has a monstrously huge absess. she is miserable so she doesn't care about movies of course. it's sad that she can't be in the play we've been working on, here & now which was last weekend and this weekend. (june 6 and 7 at 8pm, june 8 at 3pm). and uhh. plug plug plug some more. i didn't make an announcement, but blue citrus hearts made its world premiere last week. it was absolutely beautiful and very great. so. see it when it shows on june 21 at the media co-op. uhh. plug plug plug. anyway i think that is about all. we're out of school now, so hopefully we will get some stuff done finally, and we'll try to keep you posted.

(i promise this was meant to be amusing)


i stole the shirt from your closet
hope you don't mind
it was itchy, rubbing against my skin
when i tried to dance in the seat of the car
i think i spilled something on it
plus it's covered in me and my cat's hair
i sweated through the sleeves
and it was touched my bare breasts
because i hate to wear a bra at home
so now this shirt is dirty AND scandalous
because i lied--
i DIDN'T wash it
when i hung it back in your closet
the morning after

aLittleStarlight: come do my latin project

BAT5721: okay

BAT5721: i shodul get my one legged one toother dirty sluty whore AOL to do it for you

DYKWYCA is going to be one of the featured filmmakers at media co-op's film festival this year!!! we are very very very flattered and excited, and we have to hurry up and make movies to submit to the festival so that we are not ashamed with ourselves. me and dad ordered a new 120gig harddrive, and i think it should be hear some time next week. yay!!! i want to name it Petunia. i am very excited, and hopefully we will be able to edit BB3 and the crazy Sonic movie and country spacecraft ballerina and much finer and everything else that ever happened. and hopefully we'll be able to start some of the other things we've been rambling about. plus, school gets out on may 28 (seven more days!!) and we will have plenty of time to work on stuff this summer. we will try to keep you posted, and hopefully we won't just sit around like last summer. haha actually katherine and morgan and i just sat around looking at each other trying to THINK of movies for soooo much of last summer. hopefully it will be the opposite this year.

during the lunar eclipse, amber was talking to me
about how we, as women, are
connected to the moon
which is why her cat can't stop licking herself
and why my period came early
and why i feel like shit suddenly
not even chocolate can make me better this time
i tried that
and sucked down so much mocha that
i burned my tongue raw
and rediscovered that i don't like raspberry
everything that i normally find mildly annoying
or just something that happens
is magnified tonight:
the guys at the cashier talking LOUDLY over the open-mic poems
hey, you work here. you fucking host this event. shut up.
and yeah this goes to everyone:
i can't stand it when people refuse to pay attention
unless it's one of their friends reading
or they take their own poem up
that really makes me question why they want a turn anyway
they can't expect to get people's attention
i guess they just like the sound of their own words
echoing through the mike
oh, is that the case, then? how nice + selfish of you. shut up.
so tonight, because no one else would, i. shut up.
it had been going great like usual
but you know it's this damn lunar eclipse
that makes me delve into my coffee
as my people pair off
it's weird, in the middle
with familiarity still so close inside and friends across the street
amber stops blurring because for once she's standing still
lecturing me on the moon
i have had similar talks from mom and several authors
this is different from mom's abrasive loudness
and different from black print on a white page
because they've got it all wrong
the moon needs to be white print on a black night
but amber makes it okay
and paul finds a couple seconds to say a few words
before they've disappeared
that's okay, i've got Lisa Marie in my mug
and i can stare into the sky some more
and pretend not to be looking around to find out
what's going on inside, across the street
better check up and see how they are getting on without me
i ask Lisa Marie why
no matter how hard i try
we keep coming back here
and i know it is just me
and i know it's in my head
but doesn't someone notice that i'm missing?
jealous: his arms around her and teaching her to salsa
when all i get to hear him say is "stop touching me"
abandoned: she can't take the time to
string 10 words together for me
when that is all i am asking for
asking + asking + asking + i have nothing left to give
i tried to give her laughter and hugs
but my throat is just burned and empty
and my arms are just pale and empty
so she can't say i didn't try
pissed off: if making other people happy is what makes her happy
maybe she could have us on her mind a little more
and maybe when she asked "again?"
she should've stuck around for the answer
i missed a lot of what happened above the surface, back on land, tonight
i think i will only remember Lisa Marie
and maybe Laylee's lap, amazing perfect hugs, and
the most comforting words: just "i love you" over + over
because coming from her
it has to be true
and i believe her and i trust it
when it's time to go
i almost get left behind without a ride
because no one remembered to tell me when they started piling in the car
because, by that point, they didn't remember that i was even there
thanks, guys
your consideration has made my heart so happy
Lisa Marie loves you
in the car they ask in between words, like breathing up for air
backwards -- under the surface
"are you okay?" punctuating every few minutes
actually not really but what kind of question is that
and since i'm not okay why should i want to be interrogated
i appreciate the thought ––
in fact i'm glad you noticed me at all
and am i okay?
"yeah"
because questions are too complicated
and if you can't tell
then you can't help
it's easy for me to blame this on the eclipse, you know
a weird spell, never again, etc.
but wouldn't i be lying, at least in part?
because i'm too familiar with this place
to pretend that a natural phenomenon alone can send me here
look how dirty the welcome mat is
where i cried tears in my head that will not come for my eyes, will not comfort me
look at the paint chipping off
where i threw lamps and plates at the walls, like in a movie
look at the deep dent in the big couch
where i sit in my mind all alone every day
and i am fully aware that i'm exaggerating
i guess my friends love me
but right now, with the doors closed and the windows sealed, i can't remember
and no one has knocked yet to get in

she was trying to tell me
about this certain kind of Hebrew flower
whose name she had misplaced
she had it written down but
she took it out of the pocket
of the jeans she decided not to wear
and she put on this white dress instead
and she forgot to zip it up
so i noticed her white slip underneath
before i offered my stumbling hands
to the aid of her exposed side
she had forgotten the name of this Hebrew flower
because she didn't think
she'd be encountering one tonight
she said this flower hardly ever blossoms
rarely -- so it's an event when it finally does
she didn't really describe it except
that it's so beautiful
so beautiful
she said i was like that flower
and sensing a running theme for this month
i wanted to laugh
but instead i hugged her
because it means so much that she would say so
and she (so beautiful) means so much to me
i wish i could tell you about how she is
a smiling star in white cast on the cliffs
of everything wrong in the world
but she keeps shining every night
she always comes back to tell me
how i am like a beautiful flower
that i look gorgeous today
that i'm a wonderful person
that i deserve to be breathing the same air as her
that i exist and it's okay and so am i
funny because
i'm hearing that fairly often lately
so maybe it's not such a radical idea
i think most of this bad stuff is just in my head
and what isn't, maybe the people i care about can get around
the people who care will find a way around
i'm learning that i am not so alone
so maybe i should just suck it in and blossom

okay this is supposed to be funny. in one of those true yet exaggerated ways.

where is my sunset?
i've only got the thunder
and airplane noises overhead
where the fuck did someone hide
the lovely kids who are
SUPPOSED to be falling
head over heels in love with me?
friday night i was slightly part of this conversation
about who weird it was
to think about some bo(d)y out somewhere
having a crush on you
and no joke, kids, there is no one for me
no no not even any creepy freshmen
the only guys i ever see are either
too busy hating me
dating my friends
strictly platonic
gay
so i would be fucked
if i was only thinking about guys
but by this point
i would take anybody who came along
i am so sick of being the only one
and some of you will say
"oh alanna it's okay you'll find (t)him someday"
but fuck that, i don't believe you anymore
your words are empty
nobody has ever even so much as
had a little crush on me
and that is the honest truth
straight from mother's kitchen
and some of you will say
"oh alanna i'm not dating anyone either"
but hey that is probably your choice
or you at least have had someone interested in you
or you at least have some standards
do not deny it.
katherine, you have a fucking stalker, for god's sake
i DEMAND to be stalked
where the fuck is my high school sweetheart
my maybe baby
my "we're not dating but we might as well be"?
the lights just flickered
to match the thunder + my mood
i think Shakespeare wrote this scene
or maybe the fact that it just started raining again
is a sign from god? (haha)
"oh alanna you are thinking on the right track
like you always have been
keep up the good work!"
very funny.
nice one, god.
well since you're listening
let me not get sad at sweet love songs
just because they can't apply to me
let me not relish in seeing my friends in great relationships
and hearing their romantic stories
how you two are
perfect
so in love
really happy
friends with benefits
obsessed
great... when you're alone together
just having fun
shit. lightning. i've lost my train of thought now
because i have a 50-track mind
i guess it can be seen from far off
a warning before somebody gets too close
just like the pale bald tracks running down my body
my sanity is slipping out through them
and i am running really low right now
especially since it's late saturday night
and you know what that means
yeah that's right girl you go on
and remind yourself
why they don't like you
i guess nobody wants to keep up with
my 50-track mind
my mood swings
my depression
my loud
my obnoxious
my ugly
yeah that's right girl that one is a real esteem booster
well this isn't big enough to kill myself over
(even though i'm in the bathroom -- my official suicide place)
because i can always get cats
plus i'm too hideous for the prostitute route
i don't want to hear you tell me that i am a beautiful human being
and how great + funny i am
and how stupid everyone else is for not seeing it
what the fuck will that do
shut up talking and date me, if i'm so cool
....see?
i told you, muthafucka!
you are empty words!!!

"there's is an important "official announcement" to be made, this saturday night, approximately 7:35......before the beginning of our shorts program, which will include two Do you know where your children are productions.....be there, or be squashed avacado. Seriously, and your whole board should be there. SO DON'T MISS IT ON YOUR LIFE, and, EVERY PERSON YOU KNOW SHOULD BE THERE, because, if they aren't they'll all miss out on a special announcement.



ok"



this is a message from the lovely morgan jon fox. i call on everyone to obey his demands and be at First Congregational Church (1000 S. Cooper) at approximately 7:35 tomorrow night.

media co-op

it was just another friday night
and my party got a little slow
nobody else was available
and it was just 3 people eating oreos
so me + laylee + robin went out on the town
well
down the street anyway

we hung out in the Smart Mart
that those nice koreans own
and even after Sonic
we still don't want to go home
we even tried Texaco
we tried Midtown Foods
and after it all we know
the one thing we have left to do

loitering in the laundromat
loitering in the laundromat
robin's playing mortal kombat
this is where i always wanna be at
just loitering in the laundromat



photo of robin, taken by laylee