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2005 7 May :: 1.46am
i'm lit.
Maybe I'm too idealistic. or i just get lost without words. The petals are falling and we haven't even noticed. wilted days upon us. in a pile there on the table. notice that. notice much. notice fast. once we forget that. we're no good. we laugh with no intentions. words left untouched for the better of two worlds. my world wasn't ready to fall apart. entwined fingertips. thumb wars and banter.just move it to the side like that. lifeless petals. pretend you can see. human nature's ultimate flaw. oblivious to soft petals beneath a palm. crushed and brushed away. away where we won't cry anymore.
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2005 3 May :: 8.22pm
My heart beat tends to whimper when i look in those eyes. a hundred years before i knew how to see. blurred color printed along pitiful images with grass stains and burned emotions. i suppose it was always suppose to be that way. you never came to your senses and i never listened. my rose colored glass smeared in lipstick. in fields of open oppurtunities, i let you shatter me along. i hope one day, we'll pick up some pieces.
weirdo.
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2005 30 April :: 7.13pm
Soul Caliber II!
I beat the game for the first time. With Ivy.
I've never beaten a video game before. *beams*
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2005 28 April :: 9.56pm
I'll be spending eight weeks this summer at an NSF-funded archaeological field school. They only chose 14 people, and they picked me.
Also nice is the $300/week stipend. 300x8=2400. That's a lot of money to take off of next year's college costs. That may just save my ass. It might get me ahead enough that if I keep my wits about me, I can stay ahead of my bills.
Fantastic. Also, Strawtown, IN is a hell of a lot closer to Dayton than MI is. Closer to Brian=good.
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2005 25 April :: 8.39pm
i would like to return 103 memories. of all shapes and sizes. not compatible with who i am.
flashes of light bounce of the wall. small flickers of hope. sitting in the same cramped spot near the closet. molly stop whining. you could smell it on his breath, it was what our parents warned us of becoming. another statistic. a broken home with a white fence. don't break the silence. counting fallen petals and reciting songs i wish i heard. just until he settles. strong mildew tickling my nose and automatic tears rush to their call. five oclock. rush hour here. i count the years left on my right hand. and i whisper like someone was listening "just until he settles."
i've never been one for white fences.
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