Wednesday, April 29, 2009

a list of things*

  1. That Coldplay song "Viva la Vida." That f*cking awful song. One of many, as far as Coldplay's discography goes. I didn't hear it until it had been out for a couple of months and had heard so much positive hype -- "It's the best song I've ever heard IN MY LIFE!!" No, it's not. It's really really not. Chris Martin continuing to whine out pretentious lyrics with a synthesized orchestra having an uncoordinated orgy in the background...why?

  2. Flavored condoms. I'm gonna laugh when you break out in hives because you're allergic to whatever it is that you felt necessary to put on your junk so it would taste like strawberry.

  3. Funeral processions. Can we please all just admit that it's awfully annoying to have to stop on the side of the road when you're in a hurry for 40 cars to pass with their hazards on just because someone YOU DON'T KNOW died? No one cares. I'm sorry, but it's just a fact of life. People die. Sometimes, those people are your loved ones. Don't punish everyone else with your misplaced anguish. (Also, have you ever noticed that the people involved in funeral processions are always black? Just saying. And it's not racist if it's true.)

  4. Brita water filters. If you want cleaner water, fight for government regulations. Don't let the consumer industry feed off of the fact that the government sucks. (There are many more products that exemplify this idea.)

  5. http://www.definitely.com/ is one of the best websites I've seen thus far. But THERE SHOULDN'T BE A NEED FOR THIS.


    /endrant

*that prove how truly unintelligent the average human is

Monday, April 20, 2009

rhubarb rose.

i finally get my hair to grow out
and all of a sudden i have this
UNBEARABLE URGE
to cut it all off and dye it

i think it's because
i will never feel as original as the girls at governor's school
with their dreads and curls and green streaks.

Monday, March 9, 2009

what made me cry recently:

  • "I Wish I Could Go Back to College" and "There's a Fine, Fine Line" from Avenue Q
  • this week's secrets on Postsecret
  • the movie "Life is Beautiful" with Robert Benigni
  • Governor's School pictures
  • worry that ended up being needless
  • this perfect weather that, arriving too soon, just made me think of who I knew the last time it felt like this.

Friday, January 30, 2009

and.

you know, there's a lot of mean girls in the city
and a lot of Chloes, a lot of eyeliner smudges and fake IDs

no x no y no z
anyone would look pretty behind your walls
trade beats for books!

enter glass shards, cigarette butts
there's a Smirnoff spill on your dress, didn't you notice?
guess not guess too too much



who's buying your drinks while I'm scratching the ceiling?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

forgive my ranting.

I never thought of myself as a jealous person until today.
I guess I was wrong.

It shouldn't bother me
it REALLY shouldn't bother me
but I don't trust her

and who the hell sends
winking emoticons to guys and then
calls herself a lesbian?

SURE.
just stop. just stop.
you should have learned your lesson
last year
cause I heard the story, and uhm

you can't. you won't. you never will. it's done.


I'm probably just being paranoid.
maybe you miss his friendship, and not what I think you miss.

...but I doubt it.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

...

why worry, my dear
if ellipses and parentheses are
merely jealous of our grammar

but nonetheless you stammer as
we reset the margins, remove
the superfluous,
breathing like commas
then dashes...

forget
the ashes of your language
stare into the pupils that dot my eyes
leave no spaces.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I wish I could write like this.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other; then

laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e. e. cummings