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22:15 Oct 30 2010
Times Read: 546


Hey Numbnuts! Yeah, you. You haven't the social awareness to realize that you haven't the right to complain if you won't make the effort to break the cycle, force a little change. You keep hopping the same car so I'm not listening anymore but I'll still be out there somewhere keeping watch because, Buddy, you sure do make this train wreck spectacular. You know and I know the destination is always the same but at least it's an easy ride, yeah?

02:48 Oct 30 2010
Times Read: 563


Oh yeah, that's why I'm not a lesbian.

I was making myself a cappuccino, experimenting like I do, while chatting on the phone with my friend S*******. It was on speaker so consequently I was also on the line with the girlfriend (face far too close to the nail polish remover fumes I'm sure). I was describing the unparalleled awesomeness of my concoction when she piped up in the squeaky whine she finds to be so totally hawt, "What's mocha? Like, I know it's a drink but like what is it?"

...

I had to take a moment to take a deep breath and remind myself that face-palming someone else is, in fact, actually just slapping them. And then on the exhale I had to then remind myself that that is not an appropriate response. ...Not.



Myself: "Well M****, mocha is just a latte with chocolate syrup."



Her: "No, mocha. Like, the drink."



Myself: "That's what I'm talking about, M****. When you order a latte you are getting espresso, steamed milk and usually a flavored syrup. When you order a mocha that syrup is chocolate. Just like what you put on your ice cream. Mocha isn't actually a flavor on it's own."



Her: *huff* "Yeah, but it's like a special chocolate! What makes it special?!"



Myself: *sigh* "I don't know, M****, probably the same reason you're so 'special'."



Her: ...*whine* "S*******!"



S*******: *whisper* "I'll call you later."

*CLICK*



I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not going to be allowed to hang out with S******* for a while...

16:04 Oct 26 2010
Times Read: 580

I miss the holes in my shoes, midnight park hopping and dew glazed star gazing, throwing machetes at unicyclists and hippies tying my shoes in exchange for a smile. I'm going home.

The reasons for choosing this place have fled and the thin illusion has finally bloated and burst. The the decay in that candy coated nostalgia has reached the surface and I won't waste another moment watching the squirming, consuming things inside.

23:44 Oct 11 2010
Times Read: 612

I'm on a portrait frenzy right now. I found some oil pastels in a cheap, child's art set in my basement today and I've been harassing my friends into sitting for me. I don't have the patience right now to do anything remotely polished but I have a lot of fun doing quick 20-30 minute impression sketches.

Here's one I did of one of my favorite people:

It looks like something I'd do in middle school and I think that's why I like it. I think this one was the shortest actually at about 10 minutes.

04:34 Oct 11 2010
Times Read: 620


Warning: A simple rant follows, nothing juicy or stimulating here.



Well that sucked. I hate having to write epic messages because people refuse to be the grownup they claim to be. I know I'm not getting a response because that would require effort and an ounce of reciprocated respect.



I really should heed my own warnings. I already know that if I get excited about something I'd better damn well keep my mouth shut about it or it will crumble at the most disastrous of moments. I know I can easily make alternative plans but I really like these. I need to stop letting a smile and a shrugged apology make up for the long stretches of disappointment. I think this is a friendship that I'll finally let drift. I'm not reaching out again for this one.

23:41 Oct 10 2010
Times Read: 627

The Dear Hunter, stop being awesome. I should be doing other things than listening to you. It's not my fault this house doesn't have a decent set of speakers other than those in my computer upstairs. Oh, okay, one more Act won't hurt...

20:11 Oct 06 2010
Times Read: 642

So, I guess there actually are advantages to this brief interlude living at home. Upon waking my mother asked if I was still feeling ill to which I, of course, responded with one of the standard apathetic shrugs of a retort that my generation is so known for, "a little."

At which point she clucked me out of the door and hauled my shuffling self to Urgent Care. I couldn't help but notice the knowing smirk as the nurse came back and told me I have a pretty severe infection. I can't judge these things. I have an odd relationship with pain, I too quickly adapt to it and adjust my standard of "normal."



I spent a week suffering with what we're pretty positive was Meningitis without going to the doctor and without telling anyone just how bad things were. I simply accepted it as a severe case of Strep and was content to be miserable waiting for it to pass (chalk that cavernous lack of judgment to teenage hubris, hindsight is 20\20 guys). Then my dad finally noticed my sickly pallor and the fact that his hardworking daughter had called off twice and come home early 3 times in the past few weeks. When I hobbled into the ER they told me I had a fever of 103 (had for sometime) and was lucky to still be walking after not being treated for over a week. I should have taken the hint after needing to have my window wide open in the dead of a Michigan winter just be somewhat comfortable.

I should set up a system so this stuff doesn't happen anymore. I'm not going to have my youthful ruggedness forever.

Skinny Love
00:17 Oct 04 2010
Times Read: 659

I just worked the funkiest tuning job on my guitar just to learn how to play one song and of course, cannot fix it myself...



And I am now without index fingers. Burnt one out practicing a rift for an hour straight and the other spray painting far too, too many layers than physically responsible.



But at least my toes and fingertips are the most gloriously defiant shades of red, black, blue and silver. Compensation.