Bird Flyers and Fish Swimmers

A first for everything

2007-01-03T04:54:29Z

I'm trying to do my first LJ cut.
I hope it worked.

I want to see this film, but it's not playing anywhere near me yet.
I also want her red hair.

(I,I,I apparently)
I'm still getting the formatting thing under control. Not that anyone reads this.

I Want Wind to Blow

2007-01-03T01:23:34Z

The thunder clouds broke up,
And the rain dried up,
The lightning let up,
The clacking shutters just shut up.

There’s no black or white,
No change in the light,
No night, no golden sun.

The sound of cars,
The smell of bars,
The awful feeling of electric heat.
And the fluorescent lights,

There’s sacrifice,
There’s hard feelings,
There’s pointless waste.

I want wind to blow

My clothes off me,
Sweep me off my feet,
Take me up and bring me back.
Oh, where I can see
Days pass by me,
I have no head to hold in grief.

There’s no hope for me,
I’ve been set free.
There’s no breeze,
There’s no ship on my sea.

- the microphones

my favorite part is the last 3 minute and four seconds.

i don't quite know yet how to post songs, but when i do, i will.

empty body

2006-10-24T03:42:46Z

i don't know what has happened to my body. my head. i guess i'm tired. i drop thinsg, one after another. i tripped, a lot. i wish that lack of sleep wasn't a factor in perfomance. i want to stare. at... things. i want people to leave me alone for two days. i want to not have deadline after deadline...for just two days. i don't want to write and english paper, to apply to college, to apply for scholarships, to think, to make awkward social interactions. especially the last one. i hate all of my friends.

it's only october, goddammit goddammit.

ideally, i would like a furry person for a pet.

2006-06-25T05:29:31Z

Golden Lion Tamarins

All i am saying is, I really want them. They have homosapian hands, I could hold them. They eat small lizards and bugs. The bugs thing could come in handy in my house, actually. I could just potty train them. Oh why do they have to be endangered monkeys found exclusivly in Brazil? Why does brazil have such wonderous things like Golden Lion Tamarins and thongs? .

not much time left

2006-06-14T00:30:38Z

This is what we do.

We venture on, on something that could only be considered much less a journey than some weak invisible force nudging you inches at a time, not necessarily forward, but to the sides and sometimes ahead. The last week of whatever it is we do in the last week is unbearable. all i want to do is go home.

oh ho.

2006-05-09T03:01:49Z

so i originally made this lj for a rant journal, but i really liked some of the journals i saw out there, so this is going to be a nicer lj. i'm about to watch the chroni-(what?)-cles of narnia, so that should be a wondeful adventure into a dreamworld of magic. beats chemistry, by far.

lambshair @ 2005-05-01T20:54:00

2005-05-02T04:00:05Z

i think all of the songs that i like need to be longer and all the songs i don't necessarily like but need to study too need to be a lot longer. by a few fricken minutes.

dogs and standardized testing

2005-03-17T05:56:30Z

I hate dogs. I've decided once and for all that I really despise dogs. The smell is what really gets to me. They have this intoxicating smell that gets into your throat and etches the word DOG into your lungs. They bark loudly at gardeners when you try to watch movies, they try to eat your food, they attack your rubber duckies, they slobber on your hands after you have just washed them,they slobber on everything, they shove their heads into your gonads, and again, i can not emphasise this enough,they smell horrible.

also, the national exit exam, made by our dear POTUS, was interupted by a lovely power failure. which means we get to take it again next year. yayfuckingyay. yayfuckingyayayayay. i was actually doing okay. but we got to go home early,i went to a friends house to watch Star Wars and eat sushi (yes and double yes), but i didn't get to go to any of my lesser visited friends houses because they live too fucking far away. i swear, does 90% of the fucking population live in south pas?

also, my typewriter is fucked up. somehow all the letters are switched up, so the Q is j and the F is a #
this Pisses Me Off

aaaandd... my parents are convinced that the state of my room is somehow connected to my inner soul and capacity for social responsibility. my father loves to make fun of me for my inability not to cry during confrontations (it's an illness i swear), my mother is doing the whole "i do everything for you, why don't you talk to me" thing. the thing is that i tell them everything. EVERYTHING. I have been the perfect fucking daughter, until now apparently. i don't drink or do drugs, i don't stay out late (mind you, i don't go out, i don't listen to loud obnoxious music, unless they really piss me off, i do (did) pretty well in school.

i don't care about school. i DON'T CARE. it's kind of freaky that i suddenly really don't care. i just avoid people knowing that i don't care (people=adults) because they will confront me about it and i will cry (re: illness)

uhhh. i neeeedded to do that.

thank god for music.