You're not in love, it's just the weather.<3.
Date: Feb 3rd, 2005 1:47:53 am - Subscribe
Mood: faded
I know, I've been lacking the update for a few days. Bare with me, bloggers.
Well, for start, if you've seen my blog from previous date, these default templates do seem to do the trick for my tastes. I figured I'd place the sky theme for a few weeks or so, it reminds me of a brightside.
"I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told at a wedding reception in 1972, where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair stared at the grown-up feet, as they danced and swayed. & His father laughed and talked the long ride home. And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home. And he thought about how everyone dies someday, and when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be? And fell asleep in his brand new winter coat. Buy me a shiny machine that runs on lies and gasoline. And all those batteries that we stole from smoke alarms, and disassemble my dispair. It never took me anywhere. It never once bought me a drink."
Today I was feeling doubtful to any pure thought that came to my mind, and I couldn't make it out as clearly and the pure as snow figure that I wanted for today's blog. I know how I want you to feel when reading this, I just don't know how to create the illusion.
I began writing a story and I never really finished. So I thought about it, and maybe I never will finish. It's a cliff hanger that you make your own ending too. Sometimes you're just in the mood for a good ending. Sometimes for the worst. Overview your thoughts, collect an assumption, and reply with it.
He was introduced to a park that reminded him of North Carolina; a place that wouldn't be so lonely, though. He imagined the park in North Carolina, and the football team practicing on their free-end nights in the field. And by the bench would be the parents, and his neighbors. He could easily recall those faces, only a month ago he had grown with those faces on his way to school each day. And afterall, the houses weren't far from another in Gilmore City.
But he was in Pennsylvania, and everyone could recognize this but himself. He walked in the front gates, not bothering to look at the flowers or the signs that later on he was told made the Park it's pleasant environment. All he cared for, was a place to sit and rest, like he did in the park in Gilmore C.
He sat on the first white bench that he came across. It was in the middle of the stone path, coming towards the paved path to the swings and playground. It was vacant, and his legs were calling for a rest. The space between a house or two for the sight was well done within five houses where he had lived.
Unaware of the traditions of the park, he felt as if one side had been saved. As he sat, a visitor carefully watched one side of the bench as if they were waiting to say something to him to move from that obvious reserved area. As soon as the visitor saw him peaceful in his own spot, he left. Without comment, nod of his head, or word of mouth.
Soon, without any preperation or notice another young girl sat next to him. She glanced to give a once-over. She obviously knew this park, and the people to visit. But the girl sat there reading her thick book. He glanced once, but slowly to view her whole appearance. All he noticed was the bookmark leaning towards the end of the book, and her eyes weren't seen from being addicted and attatched to the book. There had to have been a catch right there, as he glanced. She was into the reading so well.
She felt his eyes upon her, or he assumed. She glanced up and noticed him looking at the sky. Unaware that he was avoiding the embarassing eye contact, she smiled. "I guess you've never seen a sunset in Stroudsburg before."
He felt as if he could've said anything he wanted to there. Could have told her about North Carolina, the girls he'd met, the girls he'd dated, the kind of girl he'd like to meet, the walk to the park, the visitor, and how he felt about the attatchment to her book. But he just looked, dumbfounded.
She had auburn hair and green eyes. And the next time he looked at them, he noticed a tint of gold. He sat there for a moment, he'd think quick. "No, no I haven't."
She nodded and turned her head. He waited for a moment, as if she'd paused to think as he was. But the next time he looked she was glued to the book.
Sitting there with moments of silence and her short breath of chilly Autumn air, and his deep, and restless. He felt out of place to move. But she gathered her things before he could decide himself how long he'd stay with her reading beside.
He knew her back was turned, so he looked again. He knew she was something to write about. He knew she was something to pick up the guitar to tonight. He knew that it was something to bring home to his parents. He knew it was something he owed her.
The next day, at the same time of day, he went there again. Noticing the scenery again, he'd had a topic to discuss. She cleared the fog with her warmth as she came closer, and maybe it was because she just had gotten closer. He beleived it was her warmth. He smiled as she sat. Same place, he had become and belonged to this park.
"They've done a great job in the scenery. Beautiful as one's soul." He said. He felt proud of breaking the ice so quickly in the night.
"Sure is." She said.
He felt the autumn light burn his skin. And the chill upon hers had swept across him. He'd meet her in the end. It's the thing he hadn't missed. This wouldn't be in Gilmore City, not this. Not her. Not this soul. Wide and uncontrolled.
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If you are what you eat, in my case I'd be sweet. So come and get some.
Date: Jan 30th, 2005 6:58:44 pm - Subscribe
Mood: worthless
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: ;-)
willing cadavers: Hahaha. Oh boy.
willing cadavers: I love those smilies.
willing cadavers: Rofl. I'm so jealous.
willing cadavers: I can't wink.
willing cadavers: I have to cover one eye.
willing cadavers: And AIM.
willing cadavers: God.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: lol
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i can wink with both eyes
willing cadavers: Omg!!!
willing cadavers: >
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: wut
willing cadavers: I can't wink. At all.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: lmfao
willing cadavers: I have to cover one eye with my hand real quick.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: lmfao
willing cadavers: :-[
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: wink
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: wink
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: wink
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: wink
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: haha i luv it
willing cadavers: :-(
willing cadavers: :-(
willing cadavers: :-(
willing cadavers: :-(
willing cadavers: :-(
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i am truely ur superior ;-)
willing cadavers: Haha. OH YEAH.
willing cadavers: You got me.
willing cadavers: BUT CAN YOU SNAP YOUR FINGERS?!
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: yea
willing cadavers: Oh man.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: nd i can snap my middle indeax nd ring finger
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: on both hands
willing cadavers: Omfg.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: nd whistle
willing cadavers: >
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: at the same time
willing cadavers: I can't whistle either.
willing cadavers: Omfg.
willing cadavers: >>>>
willing cadavers: :-(:-[
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i can wink snap my fingers nd whislte at the same time
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i can pat my head nd rub my belly nd slid across the floor at the same time
willing cadavers: Die.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: =-O:-(
willing cadavers: Just kidding.=-O:-)
willing cadavers: I can yell and scream and stamp my foot at the same time.
willing cadavers: Beat that.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i can yell scream stamp my feet nd slam doors at the same time
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: all with music blasting
willing cadavers: I can sing and dance and scream and cry and snap my fingers and kick your balls. At the same time.
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: i can band my fist nd feet on the ground in a food store
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: with evry1 staring at me
PoiSonROcKR4LifE: beat that
willing cadavers: I can't beat that.
willing cadavers: I can have red hair and brown eyes. And have the name Lauren. And wear clothes. And brush my teeth and stamp my foot and play the air guitar while bobbing my head.
willing cadavers: Beat that.
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So let's jet-set, we'll be like the Jetsons.
Date: Jan 30th, 2005 2:29:34 am - Subscribe
Mood: paranoid
Lauren: Iannnn!
Ian: Laurennnnnnnnnnnnnn
Lauren: You beat me.
Ian: I'm a woman beater.
Lauren: Hahaha. Ian's smoothe.
Ian: Like whoa.
Goodday sunlight, I'd like to say how truly bright you are. You don't know me, but I know you. See, you're my favorite star.
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The taxi driver knows where to take me. To your house. We drive by your house five times.
Date: Jan 29th, 2005 10:54:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: incomplete
The city has sex, with itself, I suppose.
As the concrete collides, the scenery goes.
And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed.
Having exposed their wounds for eachother.
And there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine.
He's been strumming and screaming all night, down there.
The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings.
But then they say it's better to bury your sadness.
In a graveyard or a graden that waits for spring to awake from it's sleep.
And burst into green.
Phantom Of the Opera was a joke, and we left before the even plot to the story was filled in our minds. After the mall, we went to Wal*Mart. And the hair salon for a quick trim. Wasn't too bad of a day. I know this is a lame excuse for an entry, but this morning's entry was reasonable enough.
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Photo Gallery for the day.
Date: Jan 29th, 2005 2:40:22 pm - Subscribe
Mood: blue
Yes, those are my dirty/old Converses that have been drawn on in return for my boredom.
Paintings in my room, my downstairs room that is.
My guitar looks neater through the editing of pictures.
Beleive it or not, that's the sky from my window. And no, the sky wasn't maroon. =P
I'll add more in the future.
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