Archive | August, 2010

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31 Aug

Well: tomorrow is the real First Day Of Senior Year.
I am not sure how to feel about this.
One side of my brain is rejoicing because I kind of (truth be told) like school and the busywork and the socializing. The other half is cursing and raving because goddammit, I have to deal with college prep. Fucking college prep. I hate Mrs. N with all my heart, I wish our school had a better and more understanding college counselor, but no. We’re stuck with her.
I’m not going to think about that now. I have to be up at 6 AM tomorrow, so I’m going to stop writing and go to sleep already.
Will write more later detailing important stuff.

the tempest

30 Aug

dude, whoever’s in charge of those hurricane names needs to get with the times. I mean, “Earl”? “EARL”? That is just lame. That is not a hurricane name, that is the name of your slightly ghetto ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend who drives a Kawasaki and doesn’t know how to find the asymptote of a rational equation, not than he’d ever want to. Not exactly a name to strike fear into the hearts of millions.

I think I should submit names to whatever committee is responsible. This hurricane, for example, would be named “Eduardo,” because it makes me think of Pedro’s cousins from Napoleon Dynamite, who are tough and hilarious and also have a soft side, for the ladies. Maybe they just need more pseudo-Hispanic names, that would be infinite swellness.

SO! The hurricane! It is hurricaning overtop of us right now, it is actually not that bad despite being Category 3. So far I’ve noticed nothing flying uncontrollably around, which is a nice reassuring sight. It’s raining like hell, though. And wind-ing. The trees are bending backwards all over the place, branches have fallen, you know, stuff like that. I know I sound really nonchalant about it. It’s kind of par for the course by this point.

School has also been cancelled for tomorrow, since there was a power pole that fell right in front of the school that needs to be revived. Also there’ll be loads of sticks and leaves and other debris laying around which will need to be picked up ‘n crap. Woo?

And as for what I’ve been doing today: basically, I took a bath, I overdosed on Capslock_Bleach over at LiveJournal (no, I do not have a livejournal, having this blog and a tumblr is more than enough), I sort of cleaned out my closet, I sort of cleaned off my desk, I sort of drew some stuff but lost steam halfway through. And thusly, my day.

Will write more as I find out more about the storm/find stuff to write about.

i would rather be

29 Aug

I am ridiculously cosy right now.
Allow me to elaborate: I am curled up in my bed, a pillowy “nest” surrounding me, coffee sitting comfortably in my stomach, White Denim playing on thr stereo, my Yellow Book somewhere on my bed, wearing my comfiest pair of sweatpants and some huge shirt. I am warm and full and very very happy. I have transcended my neutrality, for god’s sake. I am pretty damn content.
Why, you ask, have I placed myself in this fuzzy nucleus of comfiness? I have answers: Hurricane Earl.
For those readers who don’t know, I currently live on a tiny rock in the Caribbean. The tiny rock belongs (along with two other tiny rocks) to the US, and operates under the designation of a United States Virgin Island. I’m not telling you which one, I’m just cautious like that. Anyway. For the past couple months, we’ve been keeping our eyes on the National Weather Center’s reports and forecasts, watching the tropical depressions roll off of Africa and come waltzing over here.
And so it just so happened that yesterday an innocuous little tropical storm graduated and became Hurricane Earl. Dear Earl’s predicted path takes him right over our little rock, probably blowing some stuff around and raining a ton. All which is well and good; we are prepared for this, and so the hurricane shutters on everyone’s houses are shut, store windows are carefully boarded and latched closed, outside furniture is stashed in sheds and garages. We’ve defended ourselves as best we can: now all that’s left is for us to wait for the storm to start and cease.
It’s a pretty ordinary thing here.

Well, today I went to Buck Island with Genna and Lil and Kiaya, tubed and pretty much tore my arms out of their sockets (owwwww), got buried and was given sand-boobs as big as cantaloupes (lolwhut), rinsed off, ate a lot of Church’s Chicken and winced as my inner vegetarian lectured me, went to Genna’s dad’s house and watched her fold clothes for a while, finally drove home and took a shower and helped with dinner and lay down and got supah comfy.
I am so good at writing run-on sentences. It’s a talent of mine.

WILL WRITE LATER, IF NOT DEAD.

(seaworthy vessels)

28 Aug

Title is a good name for a band, I think, maybe if you wrote a lot of nautical shanties or something. Hm. I think I may have stumbled upon a good idea here. I shall ponder that possibility.

Today! Listened to the Twilight soundtrack in the car like eighteen times because of my sister, who had taken hold of the copilot’s seat and kept replaying it. Now I have that one song that goes “nanana, I’ll flay you alive, na na na na nu nu na na” swirling around my head over and over and over again. Annoying as hell. I think I hate whoever did that soundtrack, because all the songs sound the same after a while: same drumbeat, same singer, slightly different guitar chords. By the time I got out of the car I needed an infusion of the weirdest band I knew, so I put CocoRosie and Dungen on and that helped a lot.
Also, got a haircut! Yay! My dad stopped yelling at me about my hair (he does this often in the middle of dinner, so I’ve got a mouthful of food I have to swallow before saying some contrite remark), which is a good way to start the school year. One less person yelling at me: GOOD!
AND THEN, and this was pretty exciting to me, I figured out what I’m going to do for my senior Yearbook page. It will be the most awesome thing. I will post my works in progress up here so you alls may see the majesty of my photoshop skillz.
I also drew a little map that I need to add on to of the area of Paris I know by heart. I will also post it up here as soon as I’m done adding on. It’s a pretty big map.

TOMORROW: going to Buck Island with Genna and Lil, hopefully will have a good time if not well screw it; going to finish my map; printing out my motherfucking resumé, fuck fuck fuck; figuring out what to wear tomorrow (not hard); maybe downloading more Tame Impala/CocoRosie/the other tracks off of False Priest that I haven’t heard yet; putting looseleaf in all my binders; being awesome (hopefully).
The days are just PACKED.

will write more later.
Also, thanks, readers. You might not know it, but I kind of depend on your existence. It’s nice to realize that someone out there, doesn’t matter who, is reading your words, understanding the images you’re putting forth. You’ve collectively gotten me through some hard times (though you might not’ve known it), given me a reason to write, to recount, to explode and let my anger out. Thanks. I hope one day I can help you all out as well.

i don’t mean to close the door, but

27 Aug

Oh, today:
Woke up from a wonderful intensely detailed dream that I proceeded to slowly forget. It involved an empty bathtub, a hardwood-paneled board room, sneakers, me flailing from being tickled, that sort of thing. And lo, was it AWESOME.
Anyway, once I was good and properly awake, suddenly had an intense craving for cookies. So I made some. This is all at about 9 in the morning, my sister is still waking up and I’m running around like some sort of Adderall demon with baked goods in my mouth trying to remember the details of my dream by saying them out loud and acting all the different parts out, while having Yeasayer blasting in the background.
And then I took a shower, ate breakfast, and suddenly felt absolutely terrible.
For the rest of the day, I lay langouriously in repose and tried not to focus too much on the ripping snarling pain working its way through my stomach. Luckily it wasn’t absolutely mind-splattering pain, so I was able to get up and do a few things (paint, do dishes, eat more cookies).

And now here I am.

Hum!

Will write more later.

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26 Aug

my mind is moving from

one point to the next- it

is never a clean and disinfected process

though i would like to think so, sometimes,

hands reaching and eyes wide

as i tumble downwards into the unknown,

sometimes my ally but more often the fear that strikes

as i lay myself down

and fight the swirling=rounds of my subconciousness

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Not a bad day, really, but school is approaching like a goddamned wave and there is not much I can do against it but stubbornly continue to paint things on my desk and write okay poetry in my Yellow Book, which I need to scan or something soon and then put online so Mary Liza can cure her “looking into my subconcious” fix. My love-life is more pathetic than interesting, Mary Liza, I am sorry to say. There is a lot more speculating than actual doing. I should stop that, actually.

THIS YEAR: since there is maybe half a person in my class that I find attractive and he is not interested, like at all, and I didn’t even need to mourn that anyway, I am going to stay out of that whole “love” shindig. It will actually be easy. I think. I hope. I have my Poet, I have my memories, and well I have my friends to keep me happy. It’ll be a sort of test, I suppose.

And if something (unlikely) happens, well, I’m going to be nice about it, but turn it down. I’m not quite ready enough to start anew on a new adventure in that regard. I still need my time. I still need a little space to heal and learn to move again. And when I can, well, we’ll see what happens, now shan’t we?

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Will write later.

brother sport

25 Aug

Well: I woke up this morning and my mom forced me to come with her into her office for the day and shred papers and play Flash games and dawdle. And get lunch. That was basically my day, though at some point I saw Beth and said hi. Yay!
I actually just finished pimpin’ out some of the free touristy postcards they have at strategic locations here. I take the blandest ones, stick my sticky paper overtop, and paint my own postcard. So far I’ve done a ukulele, a dinosaur, and the queen of clubs (who I think is the best one because it’s super distorted and weiiiird), and written the messages on the first two thus far. I don’t know who the queen’s gonna go to, but it’ll have to go before school starts else I’ll never get around to it. I have designs on that innocent postcard. You’ll see.

Also going to probably send one to Of Montreal and congratulate them on False Priest, whenever the hell that comes out. I am exciteddddd~~! Will it be better than Skeletal Lamping? Most signs point to yes!

And the neutrality? It’s back. I am very glad it’s back. I don’t want to be shaken up as school begins, that would be probable hell.

Haven’t got much for y’all today. Sorry, sugarpies. I try my best.
Will write more later.