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2004 21 April :: 2.52pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: brand new colony
run away for this place is no longer stable
i am so tired. of everything.
i am tired of tying on little bells to my feet and dancing for everyone. they expect me to be so happy all the time. its just way too hard for me right now.
besides that, im sure everyone already knows that i am getting glasses. and that they are rectangular. no, they are not "emo" glasses. and you can keep your stereotyping to yourself. i know it can be hard though.
i had my prism concert yesterday. no big. i played when they told me to. that was the extent of my excitement.
off to do schoolwork.
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Rina
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2004 18 April :: 11.58am
:: Mood: sick :/
:: Music: the postal service
lets stay forever in a star-wrapped imagination
and im looking through the glass where the
light bends at the cracks and i'm screaming
at the top of my lungs pretending the echoes
belong to someone i used to know
and we become silhouettes when our bodies
finally go
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2004 13 April :: 8.58pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: in the shadows - the rasmus
cobwebs of silence echo through my ears
so here is my easter, and the joys of easter-ness. feel the burn, santa.
i got a gift certificate for a cd and chocolate. i also now share the brother bear dvd with my sister and brother.
went over to aunt sue's house. sue is cool. we talked. i ate food, and my grandmother gave me one of those big bags of m&m's. yum. it couldve gone better, i know. but hey. at least my cousin wasnt stoned.
as most of southwest florida knows: angry rain sucks.
i had no power this morning. well, i did. but you see, it flickered on and off like a hyperactive six-year-old with a lightswitch obsession. and you know that can never end well. so my power went completely out and had to do almost everything in candle light. oh. joy.
my computer is fried. im updating on my mom's. but, im pretty sure i cant fill you in on much more because she is having a fit that i take too long online.
anyways, here is a poem i wrote. feel free to point your fingers and laugh.
"Alone with myself"
Soft jasmine fills the night air
the ivory scent a sweet pleasure
as i walk into the drizzling horizon
the tiptoes of cold dancing on my face
alone with the stars as they wink and fade;
alone with myself
Dew-covered grasses cold from the night
the feel of emerald between my toes
i make my way through deepening rain
the embrace of chill skies a rose in my cheeks
alone with flowers soaking in life;
alone with myself
Small whispers and secrets seep into thoughts
a smooth flow of music given by clouds
stepping in the symphony of ebony and pearl
the caress of sounds soothing rogue dreams
alone with the wishes of thunder and fog;
alone with myself.
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2004 11 April :: 12.08am
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: spitting games - snow patrol
run through the constellations in a breeze of loneliness
i thought i should update. so here am i, look at me update.
happy easter, everyone :)
i went to old navy with sydney yesterday. we got the most awesome bags. they say 'rock & london roll.' how sweet is that??
erg. i dont want to be here. i hate doing nothing. and then knowing that i should be doing something.
one of these days, i will write a long entry. it will have poems and stories and jokes and you will enjoy it very much. i kid you not.
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