yo-yo's roomies

i can't say that i remember much of what happened today. it's not like i wasn't there, but i honestly don't remember. just "make a wish" bear in psych and dream's special pillow.

man, am i tired.

the project of absolute crap is working somewhat. the data cannot be interpreted, as it is not accurate to what it SHOULD be, but hey - i have numbers, so who really cares how right they are?

not me, and i certainly won't give it two thoughts ten days from now when something hopefully very beautiful arrives in the mailbox declaring how i will or will not spend the next four years of my life.

oh well. if i don't get in, i'll go do something stupid instead of go to college, like become a "missionary" or join the "coast guard," traveling the "world."

i don't think it would be that bad. i mean, i could just not go to college, disappoint my parents, and hold a series of odd yet incredibly gratifying jobs that reward me with pretty little paychecks for the rest of my life. not that i want to be a terri or anything, but i wouldn't mind not trudging through an absolute minimum of four more years of education.

how can uf refuse an offer like that?

i need to get out of here. too many smells.

pictures are fun for everyone.

it's going to be one of those homework sundays.

i got a digital camera yesterday. that was fun. i'm still learning how to use it, but it's pretty self-explanitory so far.

um. go uf. dragonball z for life.

[title]

the sculptor


i want to be a model.
i want to show the strength of my maker.
mold me in your hands
and do what you feel you need to do -
what you want to do,
even -
to make me perfect
every time you look at me.
dream
and make me what you dream;
love
and make me what you love.
you keep your hands
so full of blood and breath
and soon
clay becomes woman
who exists solely for you.

you make your art -
life flowing from your fingers
like waterfalls;
your masterpiece is me.

third time's the charm.

after two dramatized attempts, i find myself on my third draft.

plain and simple, things are pretty messed up, but there isn't exactly much i can do to help fix them and make things better. people will do what they want to do, and impulse is at the heart of many mistakes.

i've come to realize that people fuck up a lot, even the ones who teach you how not to fuck up. some people feel resentment, some never do. i'm sure that many things factor into each circumstance, but sometimes it's flat-out wrong to feel completely normal.

i know i'm being judgemental and i also know that i'm not one to judge where guilt is concerned, but it seems to me that a lot of people deserve better.

ckocko mario kart

i have received a letter from my aunt sue entitling me to a trip to pretty much anywhere. i think i'm going to shoot for atlantis.

i didn't do anything of much interest this weekend, so this is the part where i make things up:

friday after work i went to see i heart huckabees with a certain tortuga. we then came back to my house where he played my guitar for a little while and then left around one. how charming.

today i spent the morning shopping, but spending the money of others. i worked all afternoon, and i'm going out to a concert later tonight. it's probably going to be a local band or something. i mean, i can only guess because it's a surprise christmas present. ooh la la.

so now that i'm done lying, i'll go.

tootsi.

certified twenty. yeah.

how bad do you want a song to be written for you and played in front of a grandoise audience?

me too.

so, what have we learned today? mr. psychologist is afraid for sweeney ("there's moses in my eye!") and vocational rehabilitation is not a desirable career for anyone ever.

schwing.

i can't wait for the holidays. i'm pretty much done with christmas shopping. now it's time to download music from the nutcracker and enjoy for the next month and a half.

dear november,

be cold.

love,
maggie.

chicago corner

crazy night that began with soccer and ended in scarf hilarity.

tomorrow morning i'm picking out a digital camera for christmas, and then running around tampa doing my science project. bill currie ford is probably my new best friend.

"i was spinning into a dark hole
when javatropolis saved my soul."

candy love

do you guys identify with that beat?

i love this song.

gonna get back to basics.
guess i'll start it up again.
i'm falling from the ceiling;
you're falling from the sky now and then.
maybe you were shot down in pieces;
maybe i slipped in between.
but we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see -
just you and me.
so why'd you come home to this sleepless town?
it's a lifetime commitment
recovering the satellites.
all anybody really wants to know is
when you gonna come down.
your mother recognizes all your desperate displays
and she watches as her babies drift violently away
'til they see themselves in telescopes.
do you see yourself in me?
we're such crazy babies, little monkey;
we're so fucked up, you and me.
so why'd you come home to this faithless town,
where we make a lifetime commitment
to recovering the satellites?
and all anybody really wants to know is
when are you gonna come down.
she sees shooting stars and comet tails.
she's got heaven in her eyes.
she says i don't need to be an angel,
but i'm nothing if i'm not this high.
but we only stay in orbit
for a moment of time,
and then you're everybody's satellite;
i wish that you were mine.
so why'd you come home to this angel's town?
it's a lifetime decision
recovering the satellites.
everybody really knows for sure
that you're gonna come down,
that you're gonna come down.

'bama it all to hell.

"and ill hang around as long as you will let me,
and i never minded standin' in the rain.
you dont have to call me darlin', darlin';
you never even call me by name."

i miss lawa.

selling the drama

clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, and here i am - stuck in the middle with ALL.

it's been this way for quite a while. i guess i figured things would settle down after school started and i got into a routine again, but it just isn't happening.

dating aside, there are still many things that that repetitive, repetitive song can apply to. a few friends - actually, just one - have become so distant lately that i don't think i can even begin to patch things up without sounding like a complete fag, but i'm beyond the point of caring enough to not care about sounding gay. i am absolutely ecstatic about college, but it hurts to know that this is the last time i'm going to be a kid. i can't wait to get out of here, but i feel like i won't be able to look back and enjoy the nostalgia.

there are so many other things i could talk about, but i don't want to get into much more detail on the specifics. i've just been pretty spacey lately, i guess. not that it's unusual for me, but some things pass me by and i just don't care anymore.

i guess that's why i'm stuck in the middle with you.

finally

after a few days of completely not working, blogger has once again decided to be functional.

yet still not a differentiable function, as in the kind on the calculus test tomorrow which i have driven myself crazy over for the past three hours.

i LOVE snooow. i LOVE snooow. la, da, da. i love it sooooooooooooooo!

telephone insuranceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

and then along came zeus.

erin, on a tangent when discussing team america:

"team shitty! team we suck! team we like it in the butt! team george w! team we really hate poor people! team bomb other countries! TEAM OVERCOMPENSATING! team get out of this country faggots! what team are you describing? why, TEAM WE'RE BETTER THAN YOU. TEAM JINGO."

(help!)

it's a chicken.

i am currently pursuing a michael jackson megadownload. it's thriller night tonight, indeed, as we say farewell to the final pages of hemmigway's arms.

also, it seems as though "bryn alan" is actually code for "a bunch of thieves." dirty, rotten, "hey - i'll take your picture at homecoming" ladrones. i say we go muhammad jihad on their studio, dirkdirkistan style.

with such confusion, don't it make you want to scream? it's all about the way you make me feel, billie jean, and i'm bad, so beat it or i'll rock with you because you rock my world.

getting back into updating regularly is a messy process. it's not always just black or white.

under pressure

oh, queen with david bowie. i love your duet, even though i do not relate to it.

yes, i did feel the need to write something.

blue and red and black and gray

as october winds down, i find myself wondering how much more waiting i'm going to do before i finally make my million moves. i have pages and chapters and volumes full of intentions, and i never seem to know how to time things just so so that everything is said and everything is done as i planned them to be said and done.

so here i am, "standing on the precipice of big time," thinking of all the things i could do to make myself someone else, and the only thing that keeps coming to mind is the ludacris notion to change what has already been done.

i'm a lunatic and i know it, but at least i can admit it.

and if you want to know what got me thinking on this track, it was initially finding out alicia was accepted at ucf, but then i thought of something else when my mom set a cd from ncyc 2003 in front of me.

it's still in the wrapper, and i doubt i'll open it.

attention fordsters of the tampa/lutz area:

if you or anyone you know (and i do quite literally mean anyone) drives a ford mustang made in any year from 1980 to 2000, please let me know. if you leave a comment in the affirmative, i will get in touch with you so you do not have to publish personal contact information.

take me, wilmer.

this week so far has been easy, and tomorrow we have career predicting for the first four periods. i'm trying out for plumber.

i'm completely out of things to say.

kitamara

i spent the weekend at my sister's house. in fact, i'm there right now. we went out friday night and ate blindfold pizza and then went to a volleyball game. yesterday, we went to the uf versus middle tennessee game. once again, i am burnt on the left half of my face and on my left arm. last night was fun, too. i mean, aqua teen hunger force? get with it, meatwads.

and a good weekened was had by all.