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I am exploding

with creativity

and it feels

so nice

because

I haven't had

a 'creativity explosion'

in a long long while/

It kind of began

while I was trying

to sleep last night/

I searched the internet

during the day yesterday

for bedspreads

and room "ideas"

and I couldn't really

match anything up together

to make it my room

but either way

there were so many

ideas and opportunities

and just,

I don't know/

STUFF/

It got me excited/

And today I

rearranged furniture

which I've

never

done

and it was oddly invigorating/

My dad said it was a good way to

"bring in the new year"/

I have

so

many

painting

ideas;

I wrote them all down/

They'll be just simple/

I used a slash

instead of a period

by accident

and just continued to do that here so

sorry if it's bothersome.

Goodbye 2008.

I don't think I'll miss you.

We didn't have much in common.

Animal Crossing City Folk

is all I do with my life now.
I'm well-liked.


See?
Mockery,
hatred,
and drug dealing
are the captions
for the above pictures,
in order,
as I made clear
in a previous Myspace bulletin.
(Hehe.)
I bought
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
on demand for three dollars last night
and my GOD, was it beautiful.
I had been missing out
on said movie
for far too long
and I had this
strange urge
to watch a
GOOD MOVIE
last night
and well.
That was accomplished.
I highly recommend the film.
I think I'm going to watch it again
tonight
if I don't go to
the theaters
with Kara.

I'm cleaning my room
for New Year's
and because my mom
asked me to
probably a half year ago
and I've realized
I now have a theme to my room.
My desk consists of
the piggy bank I made in ceramics,
a snail I made in art last year,
a ceramic snow owl my mom bought me
in Lake George,
two elephant book ends
Mia gave me for Christmas,
and my 'Lucky Cat'
my BFFZ from the Asian Imports store
in the mall
sold me.
I also have various
plastic lizards
and alligators
that I just found
in the top drawer of my desk..?
I don't know.
Just thought I'd throw that out there.

I'm also throwing away
all cards from holidays
and papers I wrote
weird things on. Or,
at least the ones I don't need
and or care about.
I have a bad habit of
writing thoughts
or things to look up
on the internet
or anything that's on my mind
on any piece of paper
I see that's in reach.
So I'm transferring
everything I ever wrote
on a scrap paper
thats been on my desk
for the past year
all on one sheet of paper.
Productive, no?
I'm also thowing away
almost-empty spirals
that I cannot understand
why
I was keeping them in the first place.
I found this one notebook
from seventh grade
that has three papers left in it
and on one of the pages
is a poem I wrote I guess
but the page is torn in half
sooo
only the last part of the poem
is visible.
Here's what it says:


That's because you most likely drowned
In this sea of toss and turn blasphemy
Where hearts and hair products
are discussed in the same context
While junebugs scatter the walls
in May.


Okay guys, now seriously.
WTF.

At the mall today

Sam bought a buttload of clothes
and Mia looked very cute
and I purchased a sick
Owl Necklace
that my mom says she has.
But Get. This.
Flucking,
Letter to My Son
played in Charlotte Russe.
I have never heard that beautiful
beautiful song play
anywhere
but my bedroom.
I was excited beyond excess.
Also,
a small, Über Adorable boy
sat on a bench outside the window
from where we were seated in 99's
and sucked on a lollipop
and waved at us.
I
protectively flipped
because he wasn't with his parents
or a guardian or anyone older
or anything.
Mia, Sam and I decided
that if no one came to him
by the time we finished eating
and bitching about our waitress
that we'd
approach our prey
and ask him to be our friend and such.
(AND SO FORTH, ET CETERA, IN REGUARD TO..)
His mom came eventually.
This handsome little boy
waved at us
when he left.

A woman with greasy blonde hair
was on her cell phone
in a store
and said,
"Okay, okay, I GOTTA GO. I GOTTA. GO. OKAY, I'M SWEATY, BYE!"

This weather excites me.

I can't get enough of it. So. Much. Snow. I woke up Friday around 10, expecting to see a winter wonderland out my front window, but what did I see? Dry dull grass. But at least the sky was hanging low. I watched television and played Tetris on my Gameboy in my living room, looking up every few minutes to see if frost was blurry-ing my view yet. School was cancelled due to this 'threatening storm' which didn't even start until late afternoon. Heheh, no school for nothing. Dismissal was only supposed to be around ten or something anyways. So! We have I'd say. Probably a foot of snow already. I'm tempted to look it up on the internet or something.. Naaah, I'm more into this than looking up snow accumulation for my city via Google. I went outside in my pajamas and some hiking boots Saturday morning to take photos and explore. So bitterly freezing. And I didn't any good shots either. I only liked that one in the top left corner there for the bubbles visible in each icicle. I think that's pretty swell. Later that day I went out to play with my little brother. That sounded like such a little kid sentence. Anyway. We did our usual routine we do every year --- Go out, build forts, have a snowball fight, argue, and sled down the hill in our backyard. He always leaves me before I want to go in, so I just lay there letting snowflakes fall on my cheeks. That reminds me! I was looking at Brianna's blog yesterday and she had this wicked sick photo of a snowflake on her mitten. I hope she sees this so she knows how much I loved that, because. I just do, I love it. See 'Whoa.' in that little sidebar thingy to bask in her greatness. She really is the bees knees. SO. I did that Saturday, and came inside to make hot chocolate for he and I and thennnn. Didn't do too much. My grandma and my uncle came over with a pizza since my parents were out at some Christmas party. My grandma got really sick everywhere, so I brought her blankets and pillows and kept her company. Pebbles was having nightmares and looked so helpless, I woke her. I took a shower around 8, and I don't remember the last time I took a shower at night but I really liked it and am thinking of doing it more often. I put my hair in two french braids and slept in it that way. This morning my hair was terribly wavy, and by terribly wavy I mean it was wavy, but looked terrible. I teased with it a bit and said, 'Eh.' and it started to look a little less shabby. I sat around all day and battled some teenage boys on Guitar Hero online. LAME. I was home alone because my mom decided to start her Christmas shopping and my brother's were at friend's and my dad went to the radio station again. I made dinner with him before he left though. His cooking isn't all that bad. We made stew. I went outside a few hours ago and looked for some good shots, in the dark. Above is the front of my house from the driveway. Sick, right? I couldn't believe how flucking huge these icicles were. I am very tired, and extremely sore from sledding yesterday. I said it, sledding. I woke up this morning to shooting pain up and down my legs from running up and down that hill. I'm so utterly out of shape. It doesn't bother me much. I'm listening to Sparkle Horse right now, and have been throughout this whole entry and remembered that picture I drew based off of 'Comfort Me' by them. Completely forgot about that. And all the art supplies I received from winning the Art Contest with that drawing? Still haven't used any of it. I really want to pick up my drawing again. I've been getting the urge to paint though. And although my basement is filled with all sorts of paints and canvases from when my dad used to dabble, I just. I don't know. I feel like they're his. Not for me. I asked for paint supplies for Christmas. Ah, I did take a picture! Here you are:






Let's see let's seee. The lyrics I took from it were: "With minnows in my belly and ink in my veins, the breath-robbin' lightning was making diamonds of rain."
Hahah, I portrayed that quite literally.. Anyway. I have to go Christmas shopping myself. I haven't for anyone at all. Not. Good. I'm going to go play some more Animal Crossing City Folk, which I didn't mention once in this entry, because I played it just about every second I had when I wasn't doing something else.

I hope you have a nice night.
xx

Movements.

Night.

P.s. Anyone else notice the strange similarity in the first pictures in both entries 'Day.' and 'greycity'? YEAH.

Day.

In New York City

A tired looking man selling R rated movies
on the streets of SoHo said, "Hey cutie," to me
as I kept walking with Kara and her mom
and her mom's friend and daughters.
Vietnamese and Chinese and Japanese
women and men stopped me on various occasions
by pushing their products all up in my grill,
claiming 'Bargain!' with every attempt to sell.
Language after language
was spoken and heard,
an overwhelming amount
of diversity with every step I took.
A middle-aged woman
with a messy black bun
took us to the back of her van
parked in a dirty sidestreet
to sell us purses and handbags.
A battery operated Santa Claus
spun/masturbated
up and down a string
hanging from some source
at one of the many scam shops
in SoHo.
An old Asian man
sold baby turtles inside clear cases
filled with colorful pebbles and water
from a Verizon phone booth.
I swallowed my gum
by accident
for the first time in years.

I Was Walking With a Ghost

greycity

While Humming Montréal -40°C