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Friday, April 11, 2008

  • It is three o’clock in the morning and I still have not come up with an intriguing starting sentence for this paper. What can I say about Equus? It’s complicated. The play, I mean. The meaning is so layered beneath the story it seems impossible to dig it out. I feel like an idiot for not being able to choose an easier play. I wanted to challenge myself.

    Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

    Equus speaks to me. It asks me, why are you still here? Why don’t you go play the sims or try to sleep? I tell it, “This paper is due tomorrow. I will fail the class if I do not turn it in. I need this class to graduate.”

    And Equus says to me, that’s what I’m really asking. Why bother with school? Why bother with civilization?

    I ponder this, wasting my time. Stalling. The clock ticks. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

  • And sometimes, when the night is very very cold, the water feels like cracked glass. Or honey.

    So the world is ending.

     I am beginning to come to terms with this. It's not so bad as all that. No more politcal corruption, no mad-cow disease, no pollution of any kind.

      That's fine, but the relization that your existance is what contributes to this and has always done so,  that's painfull.

    I feel like i'm preparing to hold up the sky. But really i'm just growing up.  I have to tell myself that The End of the World won't happen in my life time. Nothing is going to save me from growing old and fat and jobless. I'm the only one who can do that. The only one who can hold up the sky and save the world.

    I wonder.. is this is what water feels like to the fishes?

     

    ~Squish

     

Sunday, January 13, 2008

  • Been sick lately. I had a feeling it was coming, but it's about done with though. Some gross throat thing.  Blargle.

    The rest of this post is going to be all about my lovely boyfriend, Jesse. Just a warning for those of you not wanting to hear about my  mushy-musho romanticle girly feelings.

     Jesse skipped school on Friday, even though I asked him to please not to. But then I was sick, so he went and did it. Now he's grounded and I probably wont see him again for a week. Gah.  I thought I might  say something mean and sexist here, but I wont.. Because I wont.
    He came to see me while I was sick. He always does. It's so sweet of him, especially since i'm gross looking and sweaty and all of that other stuff when i'm sick.
    He wins, even if he is big lout. (I am in love with my lout.)

    On wednesday, Jesse met me by the bussstop after school. I jumped up on him, threw my arms round him and gave him a big wet one. The people who spotted us from the bus cheered us on. (Though maybe they were actually jeering us on?) I relised once again that I am so lucky I have him. What did I do to end up with someone like him? He's everything I'm not. He completes me. We make up for each others weaknesses in character. He's popular and muscely and knows kung-fu. Ooh. There's nothing I like better then touching his muscles. I love his back. I like to come up behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulder and resting my head in the crook of his neck.

    I am completely at his mercy.

     

Sunday, January 06, 2008

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    • Birthday: 2/6/1990
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