Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
To Do.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The Perks of Being Home Alone
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Just a couple complaints, as per usual....
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Best of Craigslist RULES
You aren’t looking for them, but I found your two dogs. Date: 2010-02-18, 4:42PM EST
Sigh. No one is looking for these guys. And I see why. They hump everything in sight, try to dominate our old doggies, try to eat our cats and pee on everything and bark at everything. Neurotic, lick constantly. They know no commands, either in English or Spanish. They are aggressive and probably lived in a puppy mill. You dumped them, probably, and we picked them up before they were killed by traffic. Unneutered, no tags, under 1 year old small males. I hate you, person who dumped these dogs. There are no lost ads on phone poles, no lost ad on Craig’s list, no lost ad in the paper. We put signs up all over, put a found notice in at the local pounds and if you were looking for these filthy little ragamuffins, you would have found them. We are afraid to take them to the pound because under stress, your dogs were snappy and horribly afraid and dogs are judged by temperament for adoption placement. They would not have passed that test. However…..
They are, under their filth, mats and horrible habits, adorable. They have learned “Quiet,” “Come,” “Sit.” They have stopped being so neurotic and we have broken most of their bad habits in just a few days. They are smart and sweet and are looking for guidance and WANT to be good little dogs. One is a purebred little white and buff guy with an under bite, the other is a brown little dog that looks almost exactly like a miniature version of a larger breed dog. They know each other and were obviously (by the same bad habits) raised (poorly) together. We will get them neutered, train them and get them into a good, loving home with people who use the brains God gave them.
If these are your dogs, come on by, I’d like to kick your ass.
GAY AS AN INSULT
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Enjoyable Physicalities
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
It made a loud noise and I yelled a lot, everyone was home...no one checked in???
Lessons learned:
1. Don't rush the building process
2. Don't rush the fixing process and don't fix things with books in them duh
3. Don't depend on mom, dad, or siblings to help out when something large and heavy potentially kills me.
endpost!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Then I was in some sculpture studio attic with a woman about my age, she was a stranger. We two women amongst 7-10 men, all armed with guns.
They only gave me a knife
The mafia came and we ran because of our womanhood...(?) and lack of hand guns
We ran all the way back to campus and headed to the hive
This dream is reminiscent of the book I am currently reading
Hellstrom's Hive
scaryweird
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Anyway, I had this really strange dream that I'm finding it difficult to describe....
First I was watching this girl who had red hair and was adopted. Then she was Japanese and adopted by a mother with red hair. Then she was Japanese and not adopted. All three times she had a Japanese brother. The entire time they were in this school. I guess maybe whatever place I was dreaming in was in war or something.
The teachers were mean. Something happened and they wanted everyone to evacuate. Then I WAS the Japanese girl, and I refused to listen to one more damn thing those teachers were telling me. So I kicked out a window and jumped through with my bro and some other rebels. We ran down this hill because out the window was a big hilly field. We met up with some war guerrillas, they were kind of assholes. They rode around in sandwich tanks.
In other news- the tape is down, the paint is up, the corners are fixed (but only kind of). It was a frustrating process because it could have gone faster with more help.
School is over so soon and I feel as ready as I did when I gradated high school.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I guess, in truth, staying would do more harm than good because I've basically gotten everything I can get out of being here. What else is there except for more time?
There's so much left to do but I'm graduating in 6 days, so what the fuck- really??
I guess I feel confused in a really obvious way, and maybe anxious to just get there now that we're so close.
It's cold and rainy, what the hell
endpost.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Weird colors that fall apart easily
One suit that I wear always
Desperate to keep itself together, when torn it is slow and reluctant to pull back together
Sometimes I avoid it
other times I wear it with pride
I get upset as it is continuously maimed
Sometimes I wish to trade it out for a brand new one
Would I prefer a suit with no history?
It would be a chance to take better care of it
Yes, I have regrets
I regret tearing my suit in fits of rage or sadness
It accomplished nothing and bile fills my mouth in disgust of such actions
A new suit would be nice
I promise I would take better care of it this time
Monday, May 3, 2010
thinking all the while that it was my first real "cheat" as a vegetarian.
Strange, because by the time I stopped eating meat chicken was by far the most unappealing
He yelled at me in dreams and I woke up twice screaming "stop" in reality
In reality he was startled
Today we are both tired
Sunday, May 2, 2010
who is no longer a candidate for marriage
The others wore dresses that were short and resembled cages
Mine was a gown
But I forgot it at home and ended up bringing this tan skirt suit instead
which was an accident
I realized I didn't have a dress or a groom
So I asked you to take me home
I woke up feeling relieved that I had not dreamt of the human centipede and vomited in my slumber.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
I want to not feel these things from a place that doesn't touch rationality.
Some Thoughts
I slept in a room with no corners that had a bathroom with no hooks and edges
With a stranger who was glad she'd failed at her attempt
They took the strings from my jackets and my clothes
I wore socks instead of shoes
When I wrote it was with a small pencil that I had to ask for and return
I drank hot chocolate because it was the only caffeine we had access to
Showering required permission
For the first two days I slept, walked, ate, with a scrubbed up stranger following me at all times.
When I showered she sat in the room
When I used the toilet she sat outside the door
When I cried she held me and told me it was the Devil in me that made me feel this way. I still don't believe her, but it was nice to have someone tell me something.
I waited by the phone because it was difficult to hear it ring and the nurses never picked it up
I wore no make up and my hair was flat and stringy
I read at least two books
My first steps outside were overwhelming to my mind. My parents fought and I was hungry.
Walking was a chore, because I had almost no use of my legs for the eight days I was away
I cried and yelled at the security guard who didn't want to let me back on campus
I went home and made things worse
Things I've learned:
I will never allow anyone to put me away again
My skin scars easily and scars are more obvious in sunlight.