| new york is calling... |
[28 Dec 2007|04:39pm] |
ill be in brooklyn soon
learning to thunderclap
and crump dance with
the best of them.
ill stop procrastinating
and trying to overachieve.
my cow is here.
his name is chicle.
he likes to knock
me over when i least
expect it even though
i feed him and pick
up his poop.
which makes me wonder
why anybody would want kids.
im tired of being tired
and people getting
upset that i never have
enough time
and being poor
and not having a secretary
that smells flowery and
makes me chow mein.
but most of all i think
im tired of waking up
and realizing im still
in the crummy valley.
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| lets not be grown-ups,ever. |
[02 Sep 2007|11:02pm] |
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one week down.
i suspect
by the end of the school year
i will have
a full head of gray hair.
im lucky if i get five hours of sleep.
ive decided that hiding in my closet
is the safest place,at least
i can get some rest in there
without being reminded of
things i need to get done.
goodbye confetti throwing
and potential root beer float parties.
goodbye new york
and hip nike sneakers.
goodbye free weekends
and dungeons and dragons marathons.
goodbye goodbye.
hello senior year and responsibility.
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[31 Jul 2007|01:47pm] |
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the membranes |
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new york is brilliant
:]
and despite almost
being raped
by an arab man
who owned a hot dog stand..
i love it.
but thats what i get
for walking alone i guess.
and just when you think you know everything...
lessons learned at GYLC:
-everbody really does
hate americans
-we really are the fattest nation
-licorice from the netherlands
is disgusting
-damn canadians(enough said.)
-german boys are terrible dancers
-the irish accent will melt.your.clothes.off.:o
-and according to my friend line (pronounced leenuh)
from Denmark..
we really are missing three letters in our alphabet.
go figure.
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[29 May 2007|11:51pm] |
i love sleep--
my life has the
tendancy to fall
apart when im awake
you know?
like the fact that
im low in my
party hats that
i like to wear around
the house.
ill have to stock up.
and...
im scared for next year.
what if everything i have
planned fails?
and then i end up
a homeless crack whore:|
living in some skeevy neighborhood.
and wearing a trash bag!
with nooo party hat money!
ahhh!
....although...
the trash bag might be kind of cool.:]
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| life is fragile and obscure. |
[05 May 2007|09:38pm] |
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isnt it funny...
one day you could be
counting your collection
of rare crayola crayons,
picking your nose,
and throwing confetti
around your room...
and the next--
your named cheer captain.
strange.strange.
i mean,
not that i pick my nose.
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