Emotion, posing as Rationality:

0its__me0 @ 2007-03-11T21:35:00

2007-03-12T02:39:21Z

I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF.

0its__me0 @ 2006-12-12T03:04:00

2006-12-12T03:04:25Z

Complete list, coming soon.

Happy.

0its__me0 @ 2006-08-29T22:42:00

2006-08-30T02:44:51Z

speechless.

0its__me0 @ 2006-08-11T01:13:00

2006-08-11T05:15:37Z

I expected more from you.

0its__me0 @ 2006-07-17T13:14:00

2006-07-17T17:18:51Z

I am so far past this point, but I can't stop thinking of James Castle. I wake up trying to decide whether it's suicide, homicide, or a martyr for your beliefs. "Beliefs" being your opinions of others? Martyr is too much of a stretch then.

Suicide or homicide. I may be a more 'black and white' person than I thought, but this is going to kill me until I figure it out.

This doesn't matter, disclaimer

2006-06-14T01:12:29Z

First Period:
Humanities I, Humanities II, psfr, the other class

Second Period:
Pre-cal with McClain (A), Physics with Wooten (B)

Third Period:
AP French with Mruz, Philosophy with Howard, World Religions with Howard

Fourth Period:
AP English with Simmons (A), APUSH with Mowbray (B)

Yeah.

0its__me0 @ 2006-06-06T23:33:00

2006-06-07T03:40:31Z

Annoyed at first.

I am basking on top of a very tall mountain with very hot rays of a very close sun. And all I want to do is quote genius books. (Do it, you won't.)

"I'm happy." There.

Maybe not in this particular order

2006-06-05T19:17:45Z

Cat
Mouse
Fish
Car
India
Happy
Africa
City
Money
Material
Know
Know
Know
August
and NOW

This kiss(2x)

2006-06-04T04:17:18Z

It's
when you read something and your eyes put the words in all the wrong order and it ends up making a better story than if you had understood each word for what it was, in the order that it was

and your mind can make a picture depicting exactly what it was, even though that's not what it meant at all.

and you feel genius.

CHRIST.

BING BANG BOOM

2006-05-18T21:13:28Z

Bruce be broken.

Totaled, really. FUCK I MISS MY CAR. My neck hurts and I smell like airbag dust still.

Betty's broken too, but I salvaged the War of the Roses painting, a few pairs of shoes, some picnic plates, clothes from two weekends ago, directions to Emerson Street and GCS, an odd candle, beaucoup de cassetes, and the trash, which really deserved to be left in there.

I never got to give Bruce his first bath. It was going to be June 30th, our six month anniversary. I was saving up for car spa treatment.

And, it's not the first time I've heard, "I know you're sorry."

0its__me0 @ 2006-05-16T20:09:00

2006-05-17T00:42:03Z

I hate memes. I feel compelled, though. Here you are, I know it's all super-obvious.

(Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends.
DO NOT state who these people are.
DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".
Then tag five people.)

1. I think you're too good for where you are, and it's incredible how much more you know than me. That's not at all meant to be condescending even though it sounds like it, but know I consider you as much of a friend as you consider me.

2. Part of me wishes you were the same as you were in middle school.

3. I hate you, and I'm pretty sure that's the only reason you hate me. A lot of me hopes you think of me though.

4. You're my world, and I hope that the drunk nights aren't the only ones you remember, because we both know it isn't always happy. Three hours spent sitting on a curb and post-drinking game promises mean more than any party we will ever go to.

5. I hate you too, but you probably think I like you. The only things I do like about you is that it's gratifying knowing you think of me and your advocacy of correct grammar. I know most of your accusations are true but it hurt nonetheless.

6. I miss you, and I wish you would pick up on more than the "bad" things I do. I wish you would put forth effort to help because you ARE the non-literal, and you don't understand that. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever be the same.

7. Just because something might be hard for you doesn't mean you have to give up. I think that lately your standards have sunken too low, and half the people you hang out with don't deserve to be your friends.

8. Without realizing it probably, you've taught me how to think and also how to be completely callous. About half-way through our friendship, you made my life miserable but I wouldn't have it any other way, ever.

9. The best thing about you is that you understand what I tell you. But I want you to know there's a lot I don't tell you, and not by choice. If you asked I wouldn't hesitate to let you know, but it seems you don't ask, and it also seems like it's more than difficult for me to tell without inquiry. I hope a whole lot that something works out to fix this.

10. Part of me wishes we talked, but most of me is really glad we don't. It's not that I don't like you. I like you too much to want to realize what a fuck-up you are by actually getting to know you.

0its__me0 @ 2006-05-08T18:42:00

2006-05-08T22:43:40Z

I feel like death, personified,

worded nicely.

0its__me0 @ 2006-05-07T19:36:00

2006-05-07T23:38:20Z

90% > 50% > Anything I am capable of giving, handling, or comprehending.

Karma's coming, duck and cover.

2006-05-04T02:46:54Z

I'm preoccupied, with nothing in particular.

I am that thirty year old woman who prefers admiration to disappointment, but there isn't anything wrong with that at all.

I think I need a bit of inspiration.
I could do so, so much with an extra hundred dollars right now.

I'll give you a full page and a half of notes on the War of the Roses for a dollar. They tell you everything you need to know concerning the York and Lancaster families, with lots of great arrows.

Please stay.

And fuck walmart ladies. And my dad. I'm rather apathetic and I know it.

0its__me0 @ 2006-04-23T23:04:00

2006-04-24T03:19:39Z

Sunny D is about ten times better diluted.
I feel like Mike, but the stakes aren't so high.
Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch
and THEN you die.

Check out my Shotgun.

2006-04-20T03:37:03Z

I can't let go of anything. Like mosquitos, not dinosaurs.
But thankfully I've never been terrific at dates or history.

Take my gas money. Museum curator, I think it will be. It's between that, the runway reporter (I've given up on the model part), or the local organic grocer.

Bing bang boom bloody bloke book Bruce broken binder bah BACA BACA BACA buy bugs boire blue bad. We should try hysterics again sometime soon.

0its__me0 @ 2006-03-14T17:25:00

2006-03-14T22:27:44Z

another round of
MONOOOOO.
just kidding.

Just a hearty case of headache and english poem.

0its__me0 @ 2006-03-07T18:50:00

2006-03-07T23:51:59Z

I have never seen anyone so upset over soda spilled.
Tomorrow is bound to be a good day.

Your cool was contagious

2006-03-04T04:42:43Z

This holds hope, and so does my weekend.

I'm neither Parisian nor pregnant but I can pretend for a day, right? We'll see.

Ohhh.

2006-02-23T05:05:17Z

It's on.

Watch your back Shirley Temple.

0its__me0 @ 2006-02-11T23:53:00

2006-02-12T05:21:41Z

Inmates. Brilliant. Utterly Brilliant. Withdrawal.

"Are you content or contemptible?"

I wish you'd sign back on because I have more to say but I can't speak. Killer.

"Seeing ghosts, Peyton girl?"

2006-02-10T03:18:27Z

Someone please tell my parents to shut up. And to not discuss my dinner within my ear range. And whether it was healthy or not. And tell everyone at work that too. And tell the new chef to quit WINKING at me.

Hot dogs in chemistry, test as appetizer.

2 more sudokus. I steal them from my boss's book of them.

I hate people in general, but I love a lot of them too. Some are awesome, some suck.

I hate to say it, but they days that Ms Lewis gets needles in her neck are the days that are better than others.

Where the fuck is ARELLA.

Allen Ginsburg, Howl, 1956

2006-02-08T23:07:41Z

I saw the best of minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelhead hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyes and high sat up smoking in
the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz.

My tongue fucking HURTS

2006-02-05T04:17:05Z

I was sitting on a stool at work today and quizzing myself on cake names and I decided that the best possible thing that could happen to me at that moment in time would be if a woman walked in,asked for a to go dessert, saw the Chocolate Raspberry Charlotte, and said, "OHH My name is Charlotte, I'll have one piece of that please." That would have been the most amazing thing ever. Incredible and indescribable.

Stress + Eupohoria = the best possible combination of events, lacking a few necessities of course. Peace of mind being one, along with other various nouns and verbs.

"No, now I'm looking over there now."

2006-01-31T01:55:45Z

I wrote a reminder on my hand but now I can't read it so I'll probably fail life or something.

Happy happy. I'm going to try to make everything work out but it gets more difficult the more I try. For the third consecutive night I started in on a monstrous candy bar but for the first time I can't finish this one. If I did I would probably barf.

For about the 22nd consecutive week, I'm trying to persuade myself to really try hard at chemistry and euro and I keep telling myself I'm going to do it this time, but by now I know I won't. My will power is deteriorating before my very eyes and it's strange.

I love top 16s.