The 'ole grime

Back for another school year. Week one has passed and week two begins tomorrow. Sadly, I don't really have much to report. Not much worth sharing, anyhow. Though I'm fairly certain I'll have more to say this Friday. But of course, happy birthday MJ.

Goodbye, love.

I'll see you soon.

Summer skin

This is all I've been doing. Sitting outside and reading. Best summer ever. Today the weather is grumpy and gloomy, and has seemed to rub off on me! I woke up at 8.30 this morning and danced in my bathtub for an hour. I've picked up Pride Prejudice and Zombies, so I'll now have an easy distraction. New movements are now arriving at a faster and more comforting, steady pace. Seeing people come and go has been the main highlight of the season. I'm going to miss these kids. I've also come across two snakes that live in my backyard, so they now belong to me. One is Lancelot, and one is Lucifer. I'm awaiting the arrival of a 3rd so I may call it Lucile. Oh, and I went to the organic grocer yesterday, and couldn't find any cheddar bunny snacks for school. But I did buy some Licorice Allsorts because they were all out of Wine Gums. Oh Norfolk Manor products, how you humiliate me. Peaches have quickly become my select food of choice. All silliness aside, this summer has brought much to my attention. Though no matter what ever becomes of me, the butterflies will keep flying, the grass will keep growing and the toast will still be warm.

It happens...

I have a sister. She is my everything. I love her more than just about anyone on this entire planet. Truth is, though, she's not my blood. We met in the 1st grade at Emerson Elementary school, Utah. It was raining, and I was being a little lummox on one the monstrous hills that keeled over our playground. Naturally, I fell. Knowing no one in this new town, I stayed put on the stony ground and cried. Suddenly, a bony hand tapped me on the shoulder and proceeded to helped me up. Introductions took place as her tiny voice disclosed to me that we shared a class! I was astonished, relieved, and consoled. As they say, I suppose, "the rest was history." A full decade later, through the controversy, heartaches and general struggles of teen years, we are still in touch and close as ever. She remains to be the main component of why I continue to go on. I love you, C.

Chariots

My life is in the process of refurbishment, I suppose. I've been through this cycle time and time again, though. I ought to have figured out the chronology of it. Of course, I usually end up emerging from it with fond, staggering breaths of a heated heart. Awakening from this dream is what's going to be the hard part. The only things I take back with me are the ugly scratch marks that highlight my body. They are beginning to develop stories and adapt new looks. Caressed milky hills over a smooth freckled surface. Scars, you call them. And after while, I start to run into walls that I can't really see above or around. But there are always those who posses super-human abilities that fly, walk through, or break down those walls. I love those people a lot. An eager combination of elapsing time and faithful beloved remain to be all that restore me from the jeopardising plights I'm up against. Further fabrications of territories is bound to happen to the best of us, even if it's all that we rely on.

Places

Break - Three Days Grace

Tonight my head is spinning.
I need something to pick me up.
I've tried but nothing is working.
I won't stop, I won't say I've had enough.

Tonight I start the fire, tonight I break away.

04. 08. 2010

I've always liked to believe that there's a fine line between love and hate, genius and madness, good and evil. Out of those three, the pairs rarely meet a virtue. My recent escape had me thinking about a whole lot more than what I'm used to. The circumstances at hand and the fortune I've been granted never seem to matter any longer. I still don't think I'll ever be able to find utter solitude. I am physically alone more than I should be, I suppose, but I'm fine with that. What I haven't grown accustomed to are the sober shadows lurking behind my back. All intertwined with antiquated happenings and flooded wood floors. Things may never be the same, and things may always remain. Discovering what you're in control of seems to be the hard part.

Scratch marks

I'm too cautious about things. There was a storm late last night, and it drowned out all noise. Everything feels blue, violet and fluffy. I'm craving something shaped like a spiky sun, with maybe a black jewel in the centre. The birds and the bees down by the sea look at my while I drink my diet Pepsi.

St. Petersburg

I'm currently on vacation in one of the most lighting-prone beaches in Florida. Really lovely, though. Gives great opportunity to have shells and interesting critters wash up. It's my second day here, and I've been about as boring as a 15-year old can be. Only reading, writing, doing minimal swimming and taking more pictures than I should. Already being sunburned from my last beach trip, the shade has quickly become my best friend. At least it will turn me a slight tan colour.