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2007 18 February :: 11.45pm
:: Mood: creative
I could use an honest opinion and some feedback. I'm submitting this for a scholarship in a few days and have driven myself crazy with tweaking every little detail.
Thanks,
Michelle
A Night Out
She began preparations in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make-up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room. She hummed a joyful tune while applying white shadow under the arch of her brows to highlight them. Concealer was dabbed under her lashes to hide the bags created from a previously long night. The hair was teased, relaxed, curled, and twisted into submission by long fingers stained yellow. A glance in the mirror assured time well spent.
She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility. She rolled down the window and breathed in the cold, harsh air. She lit her cigarette and gratefully inhaled equal parts smoke and icy air. Nicotine surged to her brain as the street lights raced by, caressing her face in a steady rhythm.
Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. The hair had given up hope and the concealer went on strike. She stumbled around the room and became a victim of vulgar insults she no longer could comprehend. She laughed if off with a wide-mouthed grin and another cigarette. She fell out the way she had entered and took up transitory residence in the leafless skeleton of a bush. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette.
The body was cold to the touch, but a slight groan assured an inhabitant. She entered once again, not on her own accord, to a stiller house. He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room.
She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of lifeless-blue heliotrope.
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2007 18 February :: 11.27pm
:: Mood: ecstatic
:: Music: Baba O'Reilly
zomg love this sooong. THANKS KERI! <3
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2007 18 February :: 2.46pm
:: Mood: amused
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2007 15 February :: 8.47pm
:: Mood: aggravated
Down we go away...
Meeting in fourty five minutes.
I attempted Suduko and a Crossword in USA Today last night. I failed.
I'm itchy all over from taking too hot showers. I thought I lost my pin, but it was on my white blouse.
I'm going to miss Grey's Anatomy yet again for the meeting. I have to walk all the way to the school of music. In the cold. In heels.
My gloves have frogs on them and I have an amazing techicolor scarf (courtesy of Grandma).
I will be home by five o'clock tomorrow night. I expect to see you then.
Michelle
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2007 14 February :: 2.41pm
:: Mood: busy
I just finished my American Government test. At least a B+ if I count out all the the questions I think I got wrong. A multiple choice and essay test was a nice change from all the paper writing I've been doing lately. It just burns me out sometimes.
Anyway, all I have left for the day is University Band, which isn't really a class at all.
It's Valentine's Day, afterall.
We decorated our door last night for a contest in our hall. It was fun, but I didn't go to bed until two.
I called the middle school and set up an observation day on Monday March 5. I still have to do one at the high school too, but, Pilar wasn't in his office when I called.
I have to do ten hours of observation this semester, and then thirty more for canidacy into the Teacher Education Program. Of course, I'll probably end up having to do thirty more, because I have to have at least thirty hours in a school that is more than twenty percent non-white, is urban, and at least twenty percent of the kids get free or reduced lunches. I figured one of the Grand Rapids Public Schools would work just fine for that.
Anyway, uband in an hour, valentines, teacher ed. It's all just a bunch of hooha.
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2007 12 February :: 11.01am
there is a FREE JAZZ show
at the INTERSECTION
from SEVEN to NINE post-meridian
you all should BE THERE
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i even capitalized all of the important parts for your viewing ease.
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2007 12 February :: 12.17am
:: Mood: cold
Sometimes I just want to scream out in warning.
Sometimes you have to learn it for yourself. It's painful. It's heart-wrenching. But it must be done.
I should be going to bed, but my eyes are wide-open. My searching is inconclusive, and I'm sure someday I'll die because life has become stale.
Like stale popcorn that tastes of textured air. Air that rushes in and turns my lungs beet red. Textures like the mucous in a lung with emphazema. Stale. Old. Hindered.
Who could have calculated her thirst that night? Not a one, not even herself. She began preparation in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room.
She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility.
Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette.
He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room.
She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of heliotrope.
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2007 11 February :: 2.29am
I don't have time for the trivial.
So serious, always.
I'm still in my 'mood'. I'm not sure where to seek a cure.
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2007 10 February :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: pensive
This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her, but you don't.
I felt so much better, but it was wrong. Not enough time for self-reflection. Too many people that aren't here.
I've been going through so many different 'moods'. I can't even explain.
...all i see are grey clouds...so when you asked if there's something wrong, you're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now.
But it was vile, it was cheap, and you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me.
but you have to trust me, that i don't mean You.
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2007 9 February :: 11.51pm
Everyone left me. Coincidentally, my room is full of people.
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2007 9 February :: 7.03pm
:: Mood: infuriated
:: Music: Dream Theater - Never Enough
R.I.P.
1998 - 2007: Sony Playstation. My old friend, rest in pieces.
Today, Friday, February 9th 2007... was the last day the console purred with the hum of electric life. It was a very tragic moment, because the console had been working the prior evening, though it's performance I did notice was getting weak; lags and inability to fully go through with the cinematic event upon a certain game. Today, I closed that gray plastic lid for the last time. The motor will no longer whir in determination, the green LED will no longer shine in the dark; no longer be a beacon of hope.
I've had the system forever it seems, and when everyone else's died on them, mine still resisted the call of death. Alas, it would seem that its willpower did not remain with time.
Farewell, my beloved console. I shall miss you.
-Z
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2007 8 February :: 11.57pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Brian Bromberg - downright upright
damn.
i am completely and utterly whipped.
and all that that implies.
i am not looking forward to tomorrow morning.
i want so desperately to sleep in.
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2007 8 February :: 11.31pm
I'm really quite anxious right now. I'm not quite sure why.
I have to take a fourty question test and write a one page paper
before i go to bed.
but it's okay, because I'm really anxious and I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
ello.
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2007 6 February :: 10.58am
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: Bright Eyes-True Blue
Is it moral to use the handicapped stall in a public bathroom if you're not handicapped?
These are the questions that keep me up at night.
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2007 5 February :: 11.11pm
I feel like crap. I've had a headache all day, and now I feel really queezy. Eh. I hope this isn't the norovirus.
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2007 4 February :: 2.17pm
:: Mood: calm
I am officially a Brother-In-Training for KKP. I had first degree, found out who my Big was, and got my pin. It's all very exciting.
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2007 3 February :: 6.55pm
The weather outside is frightful, but my dear you're so delightful
I come home and it snows, and due to the blizzarding conditions for most of the day, I've been stuck inside. Unfortunately I had a cleaning bug, so I cleaned my room and rearranged all my furniture. I cleaned out drawers that had stuff from when I was in first grade. Among the things I found were some baseball cards from 1995, and some Poggs. Remember Poggs? Yeah. It was a big fad in the first grade. So, my weekend home has been quite productive.
My parents won't let me go out tonight, which is okay because our road hasn't even been ploughed yet, but I wish I could hang out with Jessie and everyone. That's pretty much the reason why I came home in the first place (well, besides free laundry and non-RFoC food). Ah, well, there's not much I can do.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning about nine-thirty or ten because I have an initiation ceremony for KKP.
So much for a weekend home.
At least I have clean socks, now, though.
Michelle
[edit] Craptastic. The pellet stove (which is the only source of heat in our house) just stopped blowing hot air for no apparent reason. This wasn't the best weekend to come home...
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2007 2 February :: 12.29am
oh shit!
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, JOURNAL!!!
you're five years old a couple of weeks ago.
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... how's it feel?
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2007 2 February :: 12.27am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: BnL - everything to everyone
hate on me if you want to, but damn ...
i really love snow.
it makes me sad that i'm too poor to go skiing this year.
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