kafka-esque

i woke up today with you in my arms a few months ago and for the first time i felt dirty. i felt like maybe there was something questionable about my behavior and maybe my skeleton was outside. i thought that it was written all over my face like some sort of black-face paint in a nickelodean. but i was black to begin with like when i was born.

i don’t care if the cards are wrong. you feel right.

you're losing me

i got your note
on my diary page
and i read the one you left me
underneath the elastic of the dolly
i read the words in your poetry
and think that you should come with a companion
and that that companion should be me.
i don’t want to explain you,
but i can try to explain myself to you
and this is the only thing
pertinent to us us us

you are losing me,
and you have been all along
you’re losing me in your eyes
you’re losing me in your touch
you’re losing me in your strength
you’re losing me in your voice
and you’re losing me in you
even you could not push me away from you
even if you tried
you’d find me
crawling back to you

you were right all along
you are losing me
and so now you know
but they say that we’re all winners
just by playing the game

you’re losing me

i got your note
on my diary page
and i read the one you left me
underneath the elastic of the dolly
i read the words in your poetry
and think that you should come with a companion
and that that companion should be me.
i don’t want to explain you,
but i can try to explain myself to you
and this is the only thing
pertinent to us us us

you are losing me,
and you have been all along
you’re losing me in your eyes
you’re losing me in your touch
you’re losing me in your strength
you’re losing me in your voice
and you’re losing me in you
even you could not push me away from you
even if you tried
you’d find me
crawling back to you

you were right all along
you are losing me
and so now you know
but they say that we’re all winners
just by playing the game

just

because my heart skipped
when i saw you there
with tears in my eyes
and why you, why there
why when i’m crying?
why when i have to drive home, with my feet on the ground
(you make me float)

gas

war against saddam
prices go up up up up
i just want cheap gas

consent

i could let go of everything
in a waterfalling of emotion
and when all was swept away
still, there would be you.

soaked in the sweat of my anger
and the salt of my tears
you stand so proud,
look so beautiful

i could hold on to what we have
and be happy for a long, long time
and if it ends even after that
well, i fought well

damp with the preservation
and bitter with a happy ending
god you’re beautiful
and i can’t look at you

i could turn my head away
you could meet my gaze.

we all fall down

i feel like a war hero
but i am no hero;
there was no war
:if there was a war
i would not could not fight
as american as it might be
i love my country
picking and choosing our battles
I love my country
but I can not go. I will not go
If you want me, you can’t have me
stop your fucking questions
this war is not mine
or anyones, who cares
who cares! so he’s oppressive
some may argue, you are too
i fear the power of these words
can you stop my right?
what about the right to not fight.
don’t take my boyfriends away
what will i do
when there is no one to whore
myself out to
i am not the prostitute of this country
is that in your statutes?
i can not, i can not fight for you
it’s not about you, it’s about them
there are other dictators too.

Hip-hop-hippity-hop

whee. i’m not even fucking tired and its 4:15 am. heh. i’m all jumpy now cuz i took too much ‘caffeine’ and i’ll never sleep. but its okay. i have that nice druggedy-tiredy-happy-uppers-high going which is the funnest one to have. how did i go all summer without this? i don’t know. but yah. it’s exciting.

i spent all of today with madeline. did i write about that? not yet. but i did spend all day with her. well i started school this morning until like 10 (1st days suck!) and then i went to laceys cuz i took her home and i sat around with her till 11 and then i left for silver lake but i went by mcdonalds first and jesse/beth were there with funny stories and then i saw steph so i talked to her and then i made it to silver lake finally a little after 11:30. madeline and i just hung out all day basically.. we watched movies and slept and cuddled. it was really nice. even if she does say that she doesn’t cuddle when she sleeps, i had a really great time just lying there with her. she makes me feel so content with myself when we’re just holding each other. like maybe i’m okay.

but lately i don’t feel okay.. i mean, not about her, because she’s great (even when she is crazy, i still lub-luff-love her) but because i went through that whole “hey i need to be crazy and go find myself” phase and then i did find myself and now i know who i am and i don’t really ever want to be around me. i’m such a bitch. i mean. fuck. i think i’m just really upset that i hurt madeline (i hurt everyone) and i haven’t been writing poetry lately so i haven’t just vented about it all.. which would also be really nice to do. augh. i guess now i know me, i just have to learn to love me. its such a long difficult process. teenagerness. yuck.

doo doo doo. i just watched the state of the union again. it really pissed me off. maybe i’ll start a new blog entry in political opinion about that. but i don’t really know.. cuz i mean man fuck. he hasn’t done half the shit he talked about in that speech. and the only stuff that has been completed 1) isn’t complete 2) i didn’t agree with then 3) has basically been admitted to being a lie. it just angers me. and he doesn’t even seem to upset about it. he’s so warhungry sometimes. i wish he’d just leave other countries alone and care about american sometimes. pay attention to what WE NEED HERE. because he hasn’t really done that yet. and i think we still have a long way to go before we start building other countries as well.

also, there is a new layout that doesn’t convert line breaks. so all my journals are just one big mush. which makes transitioning funny. oh well. i heart you hardcore.

clipper

i’m really bitter about clipper. it just makes me angry that josh is editor and i’m not.. i understand all that about how he’s been on staff longer and blah blah blah but last week when he didn’t show up all the time to help out and i didn’t have a page or a story this issue but i was there for a long time i just got fed up with it.. i really hope i get over this because i like josh a lot and i think he’s a nice guy its just that i have the time to be there as much as they need me but i’m just like “why should i be there?” because i feel like i’m not appreciated because i’m asst. editor not editor. really i should stop bitching. i do like josh. its just that i thought we’d worked it out to co-editors. dammit.

delicatessan

i went to lawrence on saturday with madeline and we lost my brother on mass street. he’s such a little prick sometimes. i told him he couldn’t go and he went anyway. and he said he was going to “the toy store” meaning just a toy store a few doors down but i thought he meant the store that is actually called the toy store so when we went to look for him he wasn’t there and i was freaking out and i’d had too much caffeine over that 24 hour period so i was twitchy anyway and then i like had a panic attack on top of it. oh and i was all distant toward madeline because i was trying to find the kid and i was afraid that the neighbor would see us being all lesbian-ish and tell his mom who would tell mine and then my mom and i would start fighting again. and everything has been so goddamn calm around here. i really like it that way.

last night i went over to stephs and we watched delicatessan, we also rented va savoir which we plan on watching today. its a french comedy. we had 2 bad jokes just in the renting of the movie. she picked it up off the shelf and said ‘i always see this. i wonder what its about.’ and i was like ‘who knows!?’ and she kind of looked at me blankly and i was like ‘va savoir means who knows. its clever.’ and she just stared blankly at me, again. tsk. 2) “haha its a french comedy” “the french have senses of humor?” yay. although we generally support french people and enjoy them. generally.

i tried to do my calc summer assignment(s) last night and i’ve apparently lost the sheet that it was all written on. this just figures. i also don’t have any paper. so i’m going to have to look into that. i’m kind of excited about school at least just a little. schedule: ap english, debate ii, seminar, ap calculus, french iv, ap government, is college literature, adv journalism. it shouldn’t be so bad. note the apparent lack of science. mwah-hahah. i feel like i’m avading the system but no. i just relaly don’t like science. 🙂 and my is in college literature takes place during the creative writing class, so i can listen in on that a little at least and then it turns into a free hour second semester. which i’ve decided to keep. rock.