4what it's Worth.

Brick Walls.

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:54:30 -0400

Over the course of a few months I have only managed to partially finish a short…Er story. Not very long at all and, well, it could stand to be put out of its misery.

As the idea occurred I figured to just make it light hearted and see where it lead to. Which with more thought, time, and talent maybe it would have had a chance. However, as I read it for the Lols… It was rather depressing in one way or another.

Of course, that’s not enough to make my ideas stop from smacking against brick walls. Even now I’ve started over…

Agh. Hopeless.

Dead Before Midnight.

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:59:32 -0400

It’s going to be a long week and my favorite thing about it so far is my cat sleeping next to me every night.

As much as I want to have something semi worthwhile to post, it’ll work out better later.

So this is another post for mental hugs.

(My auto correct changed “hugs” to Jews for a moment.)

In Reply.

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:17:54 -0400

Rick needs skittles to live, Ash lives for skittles… Red ones anyway.

What else could keep Ash from killing herself… Jokes jokes.

Star Trek was good. Not the best… But I’m no movie critic. I have my issues but am too exhausted to indulge myself in the venting process.

I think I am getting addicted to going to the theater… Random thought.

Anyways, gotta work tomorrow.

Cheers.

Btw.

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:40:28 -0400

I wanna see The Anchorman 2.

Boop. That is all.

About The Tree Thing.

Sun, 19 May 2013 08:49:49 -0400

It’s a cool thing to do. Please don’t go dying all of a sudden though.

Just sayin.

On another note, it’s pretty much the way Elves bury their dead loved ones, though they plant a tree once the person has been buried. Not much difference though. The whole idea being “Life springs up from death.” Whereas the idea now is to prolong the feeling that the person lives on somehow.

Yada yada. Rambling the obvious for no reason. Lalala.

Just As Retarded.

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:56:11 -0400

Another dream. It was shorter than the read, geez.

At first I was walking with my brother and his friends on a sidewalk in downtown cairo. As we approach the place that used to be where I got my hair cut, a girl we all know opens the door and calls my name and asks me where I’ve been. She wants me to come in, and I glance at my brother and friends then taste the line of two separate worlds by going into the building where Tish is sitting in hotspot and I get a hug, Jon and her are watching Nikita and it’s supposed to be a secret. They tell me to go to the back, as I do it morphs into a house I’ve never been in before and on the hallway wall is a large mirror.

Hair dyed a deep purple and feeling like I have to hold my clothes to me to keep them from vanishing (dem special effects, amirite) I continue into a wide empty room. ‘Cept for Ashlee who is standing infront of another mirror using a crayon to dye highlights into her hair. Opposite to her are large windows showing woods drenched in rain, a creek running through and a wide path leading into fog.

It came to mind that I should walk through the window and follow the path, but before doing so a magically placed door from where I came from bursts open and next thing I know, Ashlee is hugging my homie. Me with my purple hair and strange clothes remain unrecognized and I might as well not be there. I turn to the window and there is a HUGE Deer (Lawl, oh you) where the path begins, and it watches me. Finally I say “Hey, guys. Look.” No one hears. The _deer_ stares and begins to turn away, tempting me to follow. I don’t even know who but someone grabs my hand and then I’m on the other side of the window following a giant deer that morphs into a a cloaked guy from a book I read recently. He looked like he was having fun and then disappeared. I stop in the middle of woods that feel so familiar.

My cat rubs against my leg, I can here something else out there.

But I woke up before it became a person.

Btw, no. My hair is not purple now. Just very long.

Here. Have some nightmares.

Sat, 18 May 2013 11:42:41 -0400

Here. Have some nightmares.

Imager.

Fri, 17 May 2013 22:34:25 -0400

Through a house of reflective surfaces she walks, a version of herself much younger watching as the woman strikes her own head against the glass. Both turn away simultaneously and both turn again. For they are in fact mirror images.

To continue looking through is to stand still.

At least it’s gradually becoming less helpless.

Part of me likes this. Though there’s also shrooms…...

Fri, 17 May 2013 17:11:09 -0400

Part of me likes this. Though there’s also shrooms… Omg I could have someone sell me as shrooms. My imaginary friends would get visited when people used them, prolly. Thought of the day, I suppose.

I better be expensive.

Le Kitteh

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:07:59 -0400

You know how cats, mostly kittens, cuddle up close together even in the summer, like they just don’t want to sleep alone?

I think my cat does that with me. Sometimes because he seems alone, others because he could possibly tell the hug addict needed a dose.

Guess this sounds obsessive and cat-lady like. Oh well…

So Sleepy.

Wed, 15 May 2013 00:08:46 -0400

It tends to happen that I try to plan a post for this, if only to top the day off. It rarely sticks with with plan and becomes either embarrassing or full of what still remains to be so loud, all the while unsaid.

And I think: Maybe I should just sleep before writing it out. But don’t you know it’s an escape. I plant myself in my bed and allow everything else to fester more. To marinated because there’s the impression it will taste better the next day.

But it won’t be developed. It will rot away until it builds up in toxic waste unrecognizable to me. Reaching the point where it doesn’t matter anymore, it’s nothing. Not even worth preparing.

So, yeah. Sometimes I lie to myself that I will write in the morning.

Nap time.

It’s not jones soda… But still…

Tue, 14 May 2013 06:59:33 -0400

It’s not jones soda… But still…

Hugs & Silence.

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:20:17 -0400

Where the deepest sadness, happiness, contentment, or resentment dock there is silence. And it is music to the ears whether for escape, grief, calm, or relief. It has a significance that cannot be conveyed through telephones and devices alike. It demands to be experienced in person.

Sort of like hugs.

Bored, Tired, but Not Lazy... Much.

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:45:19 -0400

The times I look with my hopes up to the moon… It’s eclipsed.

That’s just how it goes, especially when the world is tired of you looking at it for some dull entry to write poorly.

Like this.

However, the world knows how to keep me from scrutinizing ruthlessly.

Make it rain.

Hm. I wish it would.

Hungry Houses.

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:42:53 -0400

A little tired of the scenery here and I am sure the trees are tired of my spying just as much.

Need to go out, feel a different fabric or taste another cupcake. I don’t know. If I stare anymore outside my window the house will eat me.

That would be interesting, actually.

Nom.

Ey gurl, wuts yo digets…

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:47:57 -0400

Ey gurl, wuts yo digets…

legoexpress: Happy Little Trees (by nolnet) :D

Sat, 11 May 2013 18:52:59 -0400

legoexpress:

Happy Little Trees (by nolnet)

Hoodie

Fri, 10 May 2013 19:09:40 -0400

Should be a word.

Hoody is retarded.

I don’t think even that is a word.

But hoodie should not give me the red squiggle.

smokingmegaphone: Finn Clark Just liked.

Fri, 10 May 2013 12:29:52 -0400

smokingmegaphone:

Finn Clark

Just liked.

Trolololo

Fri, 10 May 2013 01:16:06 -0400

I tell everyone I have minecraft on meh lappy and everyone is like.. FINALLY.

I then tell them that my comp was so ashamed that it shut off right after I turned off the game and hasn’t awakened since… everyone gets quiet.

“Why does you’re comp judge you so harshly, bro?”

IDK BUT I MISS IT.

Story of my life.