| MAEVE RAVE! |
[Oct. 14th, 2006|12:11 pm] |
"been gone more days this year than I have been home, trading friends for trips to the coast, this hotel room feels more like a tomb."
forty five million faces blurred together with nothing to do but take too many pictures and arrange flowers in our hair.
It makes me happy to know you need this as much as I do.
rocks to the ocean and chasing seagulls, ankles tangled in kite string. Class pictures don't need us that much, not when you're on the yearbook commitee. I've earned a spot in it no matter what the heck I do. It's fun to be highfive pirate bandits when everybody else can't manage to keep their heads up.
yeah. Anything for you, darling. Happy Hallo-Ween.
Or christmas,whatever your pen decides it is. |
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| birdshavefur13 |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|09:43 pm] |
"Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer or we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours firstLet's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse. Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words. We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage"
I am nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us!- don't tell,
they'd banish us, you know.
--Emily Dickinson (1858)
I kinda wish I could think up some words for myself.
ecks ohh |
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| extreme velocity |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|10:17 pm] |
thou scurvy tickle-brained hell-hated lunatic
thou lascivious weather-bitten flap ear'd strumpet
thou dizzy eyed hedge born canker blossom
thou puppy headed beslubbering flax-wench
thou peeving ill-nurtured milksop.
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currently reading : Hard Love
shakespearean insults are swell.
XO |
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| Bad guys got to Helsinki |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|10:00 pm] |
I still remember every word to the song you sang to me back when all you had was a two digit number and some freckles to your name.
Yeah, I've seen the way the sunshine looks at you. Like it has a crush on your face.
The same way your hands have a crush on your guitar, and maybe, just a little bit, I've got a crush on you.
I've finally gotten you figured out. It took one million tries, but not even one million and one could stop me.
Till Niagra falls,
(mae-day) |
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| take this to your grave |
[Oct. 1st, 2006|08:29 pm] |
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yesterday was too amazing to keep to myself. This may be a bit graphic, so you are warned......
picture this: innocent little me, walking around an innocent little mall in innocent little Rhode Island with my two sisters, my friend Hannah (purely coincidence)Hannah's mom (Cindy), my mom, and my aunt.
We are in GAP.
I am looking at something on a shelf near the window when the glass shakes and knocks the clothes I was looking at to the floor. I look up and there is a group of thugs huddled around a kid half on the floor and half up against the glass beating the bejeebers out of him. The biggest thug raises a foot and stomps on his face, blood splashes everywhere. All on the glass, in a pool on the floor, on his clothes. His nose was obviously broken and he was half concious from the looks of it.
This is when something amazing happens:
CINDY RUNS OUT OF THE STORE AND STARTS HOLLERING AT THE GANG OF HOOLIGANS TO GET OFF THE BOY!
I swear I thought she was a goner.
My mom screams at her and tries to get her back inside, but she was on the floor, holding the boys hand.
By then, security guards and police had arrested the thugs and my mom (being an ER nurse for like, ten years) warns Cindy not to move the boy in case he had a fractured spine or something like that.
That was when the medical teams arrived and my mom offers her help, but they insist that they've got it covered.Cindy talks to a security guard and he takes all her information in case she is needed as a witness in court.
All the while I was just standing in the GAP with my sisters and Hannah and we're all "oh. my. goodness." |
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| n00b |
[Sep. 24th, 2006|09:59 pm] |
"I declare war" |
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