Thursday, July 24, 2008

Memory All Alone

Matthew (10:28PM): i saw your profile today and was like... omg i miss her and her slappin my ass sayin i dont have one...and her fishnets

...the good old days. :]


Monday, July 21, 2008

An Eye Roll


Positive Patty::Negative Nancy

I can't wait for school to begin::I've gotten apprehensive for no reason at all.

Here's hoping that the job pulls through::I have no idea how I will get there if it does.

I had the power to drive away::in order to invite more aimless wandering beneath the public eye.

I am reading and searching through books::just to prove how much I don't know.

I am growing up::maybe.

I am growing up::but where's the maturity part?

I am growing up::but can't shake the "worthless failure".

This all matters::very little.

...and here's to empty hearts, empty pockets, empty minds, empty schedules, empty thoughts, empty tears, empty nights, empty conversations...


Friday, July 18, 2008

Perfectly Large Thoughts

I am no fan of cleaning an already clean house, so I daresay I didn't exactly put my heart and soul into my dusting. However, as dust is afraid of my mum, it never shows itself here and that gives me all the more reason to slack. Also, vacuuming a floor in which the vacuum tracks are still clearly visible from the last time is, well, a complete waste of time.

I have been far too idle as of late. Of course, with the landscaping job done and the office job currently in the air, my only distraction is playing with my newly-attained laptop. I think it would be fitting to name him Rodriguez, so when I say that Rodriguez and I went to the coffee shop to download music, I won't seem like such a loser but rather an individual with quite the spicy social life. It is a win-win sitch, I think. :]

Reminds me of the time that Kellie called her garage "Raj", so she could say that she had been playing tennis against Raj. Hah. :]

Much to my delight, though, the fireflies have been going crazy lately, and every day when I'm driving home from rehearsal they decorate the roads, woods, fields...everywhere. It's like having a starry night on the ground, and I love it.


Sunday, July 13, 2008

Redeem and Mimic

You hold more sun than my poisoned skin
But never wither or die
You dance and sway with a whirring breeze
I watch you as I fly

Sorry...I'm speechless.


Tuesday, July 08, 2008

The Hippie Complex

I snuck outside so I could lay in the evening dew under the stars, but there weren't any and I returned inside.

Then I eyed the dictionary on the desk table and considered looking up the word "love" because I haven't the slightest idea what it is. But I decided against provoking a downward spiral of angsty thought patterns.

My stomach feels strangely and so do I.


Monday, July 07, 2008

No Leg Worth Burning

Currently I'm listening to my cousins play me some soothing Irish traditionals via iTunes and I'm mildly-to-extremely excited about it, despite the morose expression on my face.

Yes, dear chums, I have returned from holiday in Charlevoix and it was four days of complete and pure chaos as always. Ahem.

I managed to, within the first full day, get sun-poisoned so badly that I blacked out during the 4th of July parade. My skin, from chest down, is the color of, well, a pomegranite I suppose. It's either me being an idiot and forgetting about my incredibly tender skin, or karma because I burned a junebug with a lighter last week. Either way I'm doomed, kids. However, vinegar works more wonders than aloe in situations such as these. Good to know.

So don't mess with karma. And use sunscreen. Seriously.

But as I mentioned before, my cousins have created their own Celtic band and performed on the 4th of July in the city before the fireworks. They rocked, of course. Take a gander, if you will.

And Jenny, Abbey and I fancy laying on the dock at night to watch the stars and such. Around midnight or so last night, we saw the most amazing meteor brighten up the whole sky while it slowly burned in the atmosphere. It was the biggest, brightest, longest meteor that I have ever seen in my life and I almost wished that it hadn't burned completely and had rather landed in the lake or somewhere towards Petoskey...although it might've resulted in a tidal wave or inconveniently large crater. Such is life.

Because it is appropriate to burn one's old American flag after one replaces it with a new one on the flagpole, my cousins and I had a "flag-burning ceremony" at which we held hands and sang every patriotic song (tremendously off-key) while we watched the old, tattered flags melt away. Really, it's actually the way one is supposed to get rid of old flags, so I hear, but I'm about 100% sure that the neighbors think we're terrorists. Oh well.

I think I'll just sit here and anxiously await my future return to Ireland, whenever that may be.