Thursday, December 31, 2009

Whoomp There It Went


Today is the last day of the century.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

first snow


Don't lock your doors. Accept all challenges.

Monday, December 28, 2009

advice.


You don't have to hoochify yourself to be beautiful, but a little make up can't hurt, you look uglier without it.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

12/12/01

December 12th, 2001

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Punchy


If a tree falls in a forest, and no one's around to hear it, it totally makes a sound. So stop worrying about it.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Ho Ho Ho


Merry Christmas <3
Wow, tacky... very tacky.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas Eve

I'm the one with the baby doll. My sister is the one with her eyes closed.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Eve Eve


We bought a Menorah at Wal Mart...

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Poem 2

Blank. By Rose.
I remember those days
Way back in the when
Sitting on rooftops
Again and again.
Laying there looking,
Your eyes in mine
Smiling softly
And feeling so fine.
The wind in our hair
Cooling our face
you're my only care
But just so in case
You reach for my hand
Holding me close
Whispering words
That matter the most
You only ment well
I never knew then
What I know now
I wish I had known
How hard you had fell.
Now it's too late
You just feel hate
Locking my eyes
You see in my lies
You seethe with anger
You hurt with your pain
Emotions are gone
You're going insane.
You're hurting so bad
I'm crying so hard
You start to get mad
So you stop the car.
You look at me last
Feeling such hate
I know I deserve
And now it's too late.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Favor


Do Me a Favor Please Shut Up.

By my sister Rose

I wish my heart would stop talking to me

I wish that it would (just for once)

Let me be

Stop bugging me constantly

Stop being so mean

I wish it would realize how hard it made things.

I wish my heart would stop singing so loud

I wish that it would stop acting so proud

Stop talking out loud

And following me around

It just can't seem to realize this is not allowed.
It's time my heart connects with my brain

And it's time it starts realizing pain

Letting go of emotions it seems to retain

The emotions it retains so tightly

The emotions it handles so lightly.

My heart just keeps walking

Keeps talking and walking

And living and loving

And hating and shoving

And realizing nothing

And never just stopping

Stopping to sit and think for a bit...

About everything that's going on in it...

About everything that just seems to be so wrong with it.


Why won't my heart just stop talking?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Jeez.


Cleopatra Day...

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Christmas time.


If it's pretty, fuck it. There is no gay.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Everyone is here.


Jun Togawa and I are the only two people who are part dragonfly. It's the truth.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

One More Day


I went to the WonderLab.
I got to the top of the vine.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

When is the paparazzi coming to find me?


Wow. I have my first follower. This wasn't expected. Only, he was a classmate of mine, and I kind of pushed him into reading this. This is a picture of him, I stole it off of his page, he just doesn't know it yet.

Monday, December 14, 2009

I miss

these days?

Deerhunter/ Dan Deacon


I saw these guys this past summer, really a fantastic show. Dan Deacon was there as well!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I like vintage pin-ups

Have you ever lost a friend? I lost a friend. I talked to her for the first time in a while the last weekend. We had so many classes together last year, we just never got around to talking. It was a refreshment to get back in contact with her.

This is my advice for the dudes:

Just friends, she says? Friends can still fuck.


This is my advice for the chicks:

I know it's getting cold out, but that doesnt mean you can stop shaving your vadge you freak!

I like you a lot

Do you believe me when I say I like you a lot?
I like you a lot.

Girl Talk


About a year ago my dad brought home an album called Feed The Animals. The artist? Girl Talk (Greg Gillis). I have to admit, for me, I wasn't instantly in love, but as I kept listening I started to realize something. Girl Talk is a mash-up artist. My father and I were singing along and we hadn't heard the album before! As my love for Girl Talk grew stronger, I saw him in concert. My dad had to work, but he could here the beat from his work. I invited my sister to come along, and she is now a fan of Greg. I'll never forget the night I saw him when he came to Bloomington. It was for Victoria's Secret. Indiana University had won some contest. No one could move we were packed in so tightly. The guy in front of me took off his shirt, so my face kept ending up in his back. It started raining half way through and everyone felt refreshed. Everyone was happy to be alive, everyone wanted to be there. It was the concert of the year, and I was in the third row.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

I have a problem with people who are bland.

I'm growing up in a college town. Bloomington Indiana. I wear knit sweaters. I don't like to wear jeans. I go to an alternative school, and make comics during math class. I like orange juice and cigarettes. I am boy crazy. I love music.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Shove It


Santogold... gotta love her.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Quiet

Paper folding is fun.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Monday, December 7, 2009

I Like It Rough


The title says it all, the picture was just for a dramatic effect.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I Know It's Winter.


Man. Hoodies. They're so unfashionable. Every girl knows what I'm talking about. A cute guy gives you his hoodie, and it becomes your duty to wear it. Sure, they are comfortable and warm and big, but they're kind of unflattering and ridiculous.

Friday, December 4, 2009

People


just dont get it do they?

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Sophia


I like to think I was named after her.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Haha, Thank You Senior Lee.


Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro. Cinco. Sies. Siete. Ocho. Nueve. Dies.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Lights Are Up.


Every year, our town square gets lit up. It's beautiful. Especially in the rain.