February 2009
123 posts
I like you, Emily.
(:
“you’re a fake”
– Truthbox.
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I want to talk about this:
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think there’s no way you can get off calling me a fake.
I don’t ever pretend to be anything I’m not.
I don’t lie about my age.
I don’t lie about my abilities.
I don’t...
January 2009
123 posts
"We're fighting over you, I won."
What about what I want?
I hate when we play pretend.
(:
i’m tired.
and i love my best friend.
and the rest of the world.
112 days.
day-um.
I know you're going to mock me
but can I just tell you how good I’m getting at this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZloyajNRAU
I was so great over the summer, then I lost it all.
Just wait.
I just bit my dog on accident.
Emily, I hope you’re feeling better.
For once
my day was as good as predicted.
I love it when that happens.
It’s kind of funny how he texts me back until I ask him when he wants to hang out
then he stops replying for like a week or so.
Haha.
Maybe I’ll call him and catch him off guard.
Or maybe I won’t, because I don’t really care.
“What are those?”
“She’s on wheels.”...
Good morning
It’s a friday morning, which means it is a good morning, because it marks the beginning of the weekend, and also because it means I have no night school tonight.
Good.
I’d just like to say that I didn’t shower this morning, and I’m supposed to be leaving right now, but instead I’m on tumblr.
Bye.
good night tumblr.
good night world.
good night friends.
i’ll see you all tomorrow.
you keep
surprising me.
and every time you do - my opinion about you changes a little.
i’m really glad.
113 days.
if the world started spinning in the opposite direction,
would the hands on my clock do the same?
because i'll never say it to your face
I know how it feels when you’re a you, and he’s a him, and I’m a me.
Because I’ve had a him, who had a me, and I hated it.
So, to you, I’m sorry that I am a me and he has a me.
But for once, it feels nice to be a me, and not a you.
You follow?
Oh, and,
I miss my best friend.
No night school for the next three days!
(:
I'm home!
The rest of my night will be:
dinner
homework
clean bedroom
sleep
make yourself useful and text me.
thnx m-l-e
good night tumblr.
good night friends.
good night world.
114 days.
This is kind of a “no shit”
but that number was smaller yesterday.
it keeps going down.
maybe it should go up for a little while.
This is probably long enough
Sight, smell, sound, touch
I hate these things, because I never know how to incorporate taste, and I feel like if I do, it will just be so obviously put there for the sake of having it and add nothing to the story. So I’m not going to put it there.
It was a long summer come July, and in the heat of the afternoon, Tyler stretched his long arms over his head and drummed his fingertips...
I watched The Secret Life of Bees last night
mynameisbenfranklin:
amandacan:
jessiemaia:
And I absolutely loved it
More then I loved the book even because it had Queen Latifah in it.
I love Queen Latifah.
didn’t we watch this together a few years ago?
No, Amanda, that’s impossible, The Secret Life of Bees came out about a month ago.
Get your facts in check.
Oh.
how many
stutzman:
people do you know that when you google their name
three pages come up?
i bet not very many
I just want to mention here, because it reminded me.
Danielle Vanden Bloomer texted me the following today:
“Want to know something really sad? I went to search myself on google and the first link at the top was your myspace page.”
&& Kip, I’ll admit to having...
Writing Prompt: #1
“It was a long summer come July …”
-Use this sentence as the beginning of a story
-Portray an emotion for a character using actions, not words (don’t say he was mad or sad; show me how he was mad or sad. Show don’t tell).
-Use the five senses in your story to describe your characters emotion
-You have 20 minutes to work on this exercise
Or all night if you...
I watched The Secret Life of Bees last night
jessiemaia:
And I absolutely loved it
More then I loved the book even because it had Queen Latifah in it.
I love Queen Latifah.
didn’t we watch this together a few years ago?
I'm home
bitches.
today was funny. i have stories.
The class itself isn’t too hard.
The work is relatively easy.
I don’t mind being there for four hours either.
And waisting valuable time in a class I should have already taken and passed.
I don’t care that it’s always too bright and too cold in that room.
I also don’t really mind the uncomfortably large desks.
It’s the people in that class.
Primarily...
Sometimes I wake up to the most amazing things on my phone. Today I woke up to friend request alerts from both MySpace and Facebook, and this:
“So pretty much i FUCKED UP” - Jack
This should be good.
"find out which twilight character you are!"
I’d much rather cut myself.
I dislike twilight.
and I dislike facebook.
I just want to say
now that my myspace age is stuck on 18, I get a lot of friend requests every day.
I kind of feel like I’m playing god, by deciding who does and doesn’t get to be my friend.
I don’t know any of them, so they’re all on an equal playing field, but I only accept about half of them.
Haha.
I’m really starting to slip from myspace.
Stupid tumblr.
Stupid school....
Good night tumblr.
Good night world.
Tomorrow will be good.
The rest of our lives will be good.
I can feel it.
I know it.
115 days.
Wow.
“Not all guys are assholes. I’m the kind of guy that will take you to a...”
– Same boy, just further emphasizing my point here.
“Oh, you’re sixteen? You don’t look sixteen? I thought you were older...”
– The 21-year-old boy that hits on my in my night school class
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1. I know you thought I was older than that, because you must have thought I was legal if you were trying so hard to get me to get with you. It’s not happening. I don’t want anything to do with any boy...
Rental puppy
is gone!
:D
“I wasn’t [different when you met me]. Obviously I was just good at hiding...”
I stayed home
So I could be home alone, because I needed that. I haven’t been alone for a few weeks.
But you decided to stay home too.
When is the last time you considered how all of this might be affecting me?
You don’t care, so nevermind.
It’s 10:42.
I’m going to take a shower, and maybe clean my room.
Maybe I’ll do my homework too.
Maybe I’ll make him mad enough...
night.
I'd like to add to that last post
Since I never write about you,
because I don’t really know where we are,
I just want to take tonight to put you in here.
These pages reflect my life,
you’re a huge part of it.
I believe in you, I always have.
I want the best for you, maybe more than you do.
I want to see you happy, but I don’t want to see what it takes to make you that way.
I think you settle too often....
I hate to sound
like a bitch. It’s not that I don’t think you’re perfect in every way. It’s that you’re letting yourself slip. You used to be somewhat motivated, you used to care about my opinions, and take my advice so you had a chance. I don’t care if you’re listening to me, but listen to someone. You’re just letting yourself go. You used to care about what you...
116
days.
I hate love it when people call me, and I miss their call, then when I go to call them back, they don’t answer. (cough KIP!)
That’s all.
I’m going to class.
and emily -
i’m glad i’m the only person you can be accepting of
that doesn’t wear pants in winter.
Hey
Jessie - Who called you at 2:30 in the morning?
Emily - Yeah.
Kip -
Jessie - C45. Remember that.
Emily - Yeah.
Other followers - Do I know you?
What if
I don’t want to live here anymore?
What if I want to live somewhere between the moon and the stars,
and
just
drift?
117
days.
I can’t decide
if it’s all going too slow
or entirely too fast.
A little over a year ago
Jack met Jane.
Jack liked Jane.
Jane liked Jack.
Then, one day, after many nights of staying up for hours on the phone and a lot of talk about what could be, but never anything for real, and for no reason Jane could find, Jack just stopped talking to Jane.
Jane hated Jack.
Jane felt like an idiot.
Jane remembered everything she’d ever said to Jack.
She felt so stupid.
About six...
I could be
doing my english homework.
or reading that chapter for american government.
maybe i could be looking up some sort of notes for the movie we’re watching in night school
or i could be making him feel better, because he kind of needs someone - seeing as how he must be getting desperate if he’s actually talking to me.
or i could be cleaning my room, since it puts me in such a terrible...
I don't know
what I’m going to do with these pictures.
It’s not working.
Jessie looked amazing.
Jimbo did an amazing job.
But me, I’m failing here.
The idea looked better in my head.
Oh, and:
sorry.
I’m tired.
I was supposed to go to the mall and return my sister’s american eagle shirts today.
I didn’t.
I was supposed to do a lot today.
I didn’t.
...
