I remember as a kid, I was always so anxious to pull my teeth when they were loose. A nervous sort of anxious...I was very much against pain. I guess that would justify me being a wimp. Secretly I admired the brave kids. The ones who would yank out random teeth, just because they could: "So what, they aren't loose? Well...I'll just show that sucker! Tooth fairy here i come! Cha ching!!"
On the other hand, I was a "waiter". I was afraid to pull them out myself. It just...wasn't my thing.
Totally out of character, on Friday I helped a girl pull out her first loose tooth. No telling what came over me, but I was this little girl's cheerleader. This tiny girl, Marissa, is possibly the gutsiest kid around. She had a tumor on her pinkie, but it didn't phase her at all. She had a pink cast, so it was cool. You should have seen her with that tooth. Well...you should have seen us with that tooth.
Sunday, July 27, 2003
Friday, July 25, 2003
Friday, July 11, 2003
loosechangeman02: Katy... she is an excellent source of protein. Like in English class she would sit across the room from me and we talk and talk and talk in our secret language of nothing. Sometimes when we were reading books we would look at each other and laugh for no reason what-so-ever. That is how she is. It's like we are neighbors now and that is freakin' rad. Sometimes I will go to her house, I haven't yet, and we will just hang out. What I am really trying to say is that, Katy is a damn freakin' AWESOME girl. She is so cool the way she wears her glasses, and when I say "Katy" I mean "K-T."
thank you, aaron. father my children?
thank you, aaron. father my children?
Monday, July 07, 2003
I'll Pick You Up at 7?
he slipped her daisies through the mail slot
pressed his eye to the peep hole
and listened to her singing
on the other side of the door
she buckled her mary janes
moving with the second hand tick
waiting for a knock
on the other side of the door
her pearls gleamed in the moonlight
the smile on his face reminded her that she was lovely
tonight she would tell him
this was a gift she would treasure
her eyes twinkled in the moonlight
the smile on her face reminded him that she was lovely
tonight he would tell her
she was a girl he would treasure
he slipped her daisies through the mail slot
pressed his eye to the peep hole
and listened to her singing
on the other side of the door
she buckled her mary janes
moving with the second hand tick
waiting for a knock
on the other side of the door
her pearls gleamed in the moonlight
the smile on his face reminded her that she was lovely
tonight she would tell him
this was a gift she would treasure
her eyes twinkled in the moonlight
the smile on her face reminded him that she was lovely
tonight he would tell her
she was a girl he would treasure
Friday, July 04, 2003
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
Moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right
-James Taylor
Sing it Sweet Baby James
We are back from Mexico, but part of me wishes we had never left.
It was an incrdible time of playing, watching,
talking, singing, swinging, laughing,
hugging, working, relaxing, learning,
teaching, changing,
and I couldnt have had more fun doing it.
Maybe it was because of the 100 Mexican children,
always at our feet or crawling into our arms.
Maybe it was the 100 screw holes into sheetrock,
or the 100 strokes on each mudded and taped seam.
Maybe it was the 100 times Aaron growled
"You gonna' eat yo' cornbread, boy?"
Maybe it was the 100 times we heard Fabio say "Amen"
...at our share times.
Maybe it was the 100 dishes we had to wash after every meal.
Maybe it was the 100 tresses we made into a jungle gym
to jump on, a seat to talk from, a bed to lay across,
a support for the roof of a house we built.
Maybe it was the 100 times we had to walk from our dorms
to the 2 houses we worked on.
Maybe it was the 100 times the electricity failed us.
Maybe it was the 100 cows that were hunted.
Maybe it was 100 bottles of joya we drank with delight.
Maybe it was the 100 degree weather that kept us hot and still.
Maybe it was the 100 words we knew in Spanish.
Maybe it was the 100 crashing waves at the beautiful beach.
Maybe it was the 100 pictures we took
of the 100 colors in the sunsetting sky,
or the 100 stars we could count before our eyes got lost,
or the 100 smiles that never tired,
or the 100 people who brought the smiles,
or took the smiles,
or loved the smiles.
Maybe it was the 100 things that God blessed each of us with
at each moment that we were too dizzy to see.
commentary:
All these maybe's add up to one thing i am sure of:
I had an amazing time.
I learned things about myself and about people I love. I learned to love things about myself and people I didn't love. I learned how people feel about me (more good than bad). I learned how I feel about new people in my life I can love. I learned about God, and in ways, I am closer to him than ever, but still, I find myself distant. However, I also learned that God is patient with my imperfections, and he is teaching me to be patient with mine as well as those of other people. I just love God, even when I don't feel close to him.
So, Mexico was beautiful and lovely. Different, yes. But wonderful all the same.
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
Moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right
-James Taylor
Sing it Sweet Baby James
We are back from Mexico, but part of me wishes we had never left.
It was an incrdible time of playing, watching,
talking, singing, swinging, laughing,
hugging, working, relaxing, learning,
teaching, changing,
and I couldnt have had more fun doing it.
Maybe it was because of the 100 Mexican children,
always at our feet or crawling into our arms.
Maybe it was the 100 screw holes into sheetrock,
or the 100 strokes on each mudded and taped seam.
Maybe it was the 100 times Aaron growled
"You gonna' eat yo' cornbread, boy?"
Maybe it was the 100 times we heard Fabio say "Amen"
...at our share times.
Maybe it was the 100 dishes we had to wash after every meal.
Maybe it was the 100 tresses we made into a jungle gym
to jump on, a seat to talk from, a bed to lay across,
a support for the roof of a house we built.
Maybe it was the 100 times we had to walk from our dorms
to the 2 houses we worked on.
Maybe it was the 100 times the electricity failed us.
Maybe it was the 100 cows that were hunted.
Maybe it was 100 bottles of joya we drank with delight.
Maybe it was the 100 degree weather that kept us hot and still.
Maybe it was the 100 words we knew in Spanish.
Maybe it was the 100 crashing waves at the beautiful beach.
Maybe it was the 100 pictures we took
of the 100 colors in the sunsetting sky,
or the 100 stars we could count before our eyes got lost,
or the 100 smiles that never tired,
or the 100 people who brought the smiles,
or took the smiles,
or loved the smiles.
Maybe it was the 100 things that God blessed each of us with
at each moment that we were too dizzy to see.
commentary:
All these maybe's add up to one thing i am sure of:
I had an amazing time.
I learned things about myself and about people I love. I learned to love things about myself and people I didn't love. I learned how people feel about me (more good than bad). I learned how I feel about new people in my life I can love. I learned about God, and in ways, I am closer to him than ever, but still, I find myself distant. However, I also learned that God is patient with my imperfections, and he is teaching me to be patient with mine as well as those of other people. I just love God, even when I don't feel close to him.
So, Mexico was beautiful and lovely. Different, yes. But wonderful all the same.
Monday, June 02, 2003
Main Entry: de·tached
Pronunciation: di-'tacht, dE-
Function: adjective
1 : standing by itself
As a tool of survival in many societies and tribes, the members therein practice exclusion of the weak. Survival of the fittest-Darwin would be proud.
On sport teams, when a player is injured, he is sidelined. Obviously, because he can't perform the duties required to be on the field.
In schools, students are put on probation from extracurricular activities when their grades or behavior don't meet certain requirements.
In litters of piglets, the runt is pushed aside when milking from the mother. With the exception of Charolotte's Web, the runt has a slim to none chance of survival.
In army batallions, when a soldier is promoted or leaves for some reason, the soldiers of the betallion hold a "Hale and Farewell". The leaving soldier is praised and presented with gifts and sappy goodbyes, being wished "best of luck" by his fellow soldiers.
When a person finds themself in a position to leave a place, they often experience some sort of hale and farewell. A comfortable good-bye party with friends, a formal farewell at a workplace-some form of closure. But often times, the misunderstanding occurs when the friends say the good-byes too early.
It hurts a little less to let someone go when you break away slowly.
What's the purpose in maintaining what was there if it will soon be gone anyhow?
It hurts no matter how slowly you let go.
When you take off a band-aid, you can follow one of two techniques. You can peel the band-aid slowly from your skin, or rip it off in one quick motion. Of course, there is no right or wrong method, however, it is my personal experience that when you peel a band-aid slowly, it hurts as you go. No matter how quickly you take it off, you are still left with a sting. Sure it will end up off your skin by some means or another, but I would rather experience the fast flash drive-thru of pain with a side of ouch, than a sit-down, 5 course menu of agony, followed by the house specialty sting.
The tribesmen don't often consider the pain of isolation until they find themselves in a similar position themselves, excluded from the tribe and written off.
The benchwarmers on the team, or the players on probation watching from the sidelines, don't feel as much part of the team as the players in uniform on the field.
The runt piglets experience a death by starvation and malnutrition.
In the army batallions, they hold the hale and farewell a short while before the actual departure. For several days, the soldier walks around with good-byes and a feeling that they are already gone.
When friends say good-bye too early, thinking to avoid some pain, the person leaving becomes detatched. In the time between when the person leaves and the good-byes are said, or more often felt, it is a terrible thing to be standing by oneself.
Pronunciation: di-'tacht, dE-
Function: adjective
1 : standing by itself
As a tool of survival in many societies and tribes, the members therein practice exclusion of the weak. Survival of the fittest-Darwin would be proud.
On sport teams, when a player is injured, he is sidelined. Obviously, because he can't perform the duties required to be on the field.
In schools, students are put on probation from extracurricular activities when their grades or behavior don't meet certain requirements.
In litters of piglets, the runt is pushed aside when milking from the mother. With the exception of Charolotte's Web, the runt has a slim to none chance of survival.
In army batallions, when a soldier is promoted or leaves for some reason, the soldiers of the betallion hold a "Hale and Farewell". The leaving soldier is praised and presented with gifts and sappy goodbyes, being wished "best of luck" by his fellow soldiers.
When a person finds themself in a position to leave a place, they often experience some sort of hale and farewell. A comfortable good-bye party with friends, a formal farewell at a workplace-some form of closure. But often times, the misunderstanding occurs when the friends say the good-byes too early.
It hurts a little less to let someone go when you break away slowly.
What's the purpose in maintaining what was there if it will soon be gone anyhow?
It hurts no matter how slowly you let go.
When you take off a band-aid, you can follow one of two techniques. You can peel the band-aid slowly from your skin, or rip it off in one quick motion. Of course, there is no right or wrong method, however, it is my personal experience that when you peel a band-aid slowly, it hurts as you go. No matter how quickly you take it off, you are still left with a sting. Sure it will end up off your skin by some means or another, but I would rather experience the fast flash drive-thru of pain with a side of ouch, than a sit-down, 5 course menu of agony, followed by the house specialty sting.
The tribesmen don't often consider the pain of isolation until they find themselves in a similar position themselves, excluded from the tribe and written off.
The benchwarmers on the team, or the players on probation watching from the sidelines, don't feel as much part of the team as the players in uniform on the field.
The runt piglets experience a death by starvation and malnutrition.
In the army batallions, they hold the hale and farewell a short while before the actual departure. For several days, the soldier walks around with good-byes and a feeling that they are already gone.
When friends say good-bye too early, thinking to avoid some pain, the person leaving becomes detatched. In the time between when the person leaves and the good-byes are said, or more often felt, it is a terrible thing to be standing by oneself.
Sunday, June 01, 2003
Has the Sun Set?
I really wish I could see the stars from here.
What does the earth look like from space?
I wonder if you could see all the lights
from our houses and businesses, and Las Vegas casinos.
It seems silly that we clutter our own sky with so many lights
then wonder why we can't see through the haze.
commentary:
summer breeze was fun, of course. i think more than anything, i really enjoy watching the people watching the music. don't get me wrong, i really do love the music, but i consider it to be more of a background to the real entertainment. i didn't see Leroy there though. i was a bit disappointed, but andy almost filled his place. thanks for going with me andy!
I really wish I could see the stars from here.
What does the earth look like from space?
I wonder if you could see all the lights
from our houses and businesses, and Las Vegas casinos.
It seems silly that we clutter our own sky with so many lights
then wonder why we can't see through the haze.
commentary:
summer breeze was fun, of course. i think more than anything, i really enjoy watching the people watching the music. don't get me wrong, i really do love the music, but i consider it to be more of a background to the real entertainment. i didn't see Leroy there though. i was a bit disappointed, but andy almost filled his place. thanks for going with me andy!
Friday, May 30, 2003
As of May 27, I became a working girl. I'd like to say I felt an earth shattering change, but coming home after that first day on the job, it felt more like a birthday, only I had turned 100 and still had the little kids at my birthday party. I work at Summerscope, which is a kid's day care sort of thing through the summer. So far, it has proven to be tiring work, but the kids are great, and it's an exciting job.
I looked forward to the day they would look forward to me. Growing up as a kid enrolled in the summer camps at my own church, I had plenty of camp workers to look up to. I always wanted to be near every one of them. I wanted their attention, and when I got it, the angels sang from heaven above. Or...I stopped crying and whining, which I'm sure constitued for some sweet choirs of angels rejoicing. On the other hand, however, I always wished that someday, there would be kids who felt the same way about me. I wanted them to want me. I think that kids can see that, or feel it with their super human powers.
I have been told I have a way with children. I'm not sure what qualifies a person to be "good with kids" however, if it were a legitimate title, I think I could wear it proudly. I'd sign my checks, Katie "Good With Kids" Thompson. "Good with kids" may be translated more realistically as meaning "good with making kids be good", or "being so kiddish yourself that you meet them right on their kiddie level". However it may be defined, I think it is safe to say I have a gift. I am a tamer of the wild beasts, however, I don't abuse my authority as a grown up.
So it's off to another exhausting day of children following me closer than my shadow. Exciting....
But in all reality, I really do look forward to it.
I looked forward to the day they would look forward to me. Growing up as a kid enrolled in the summer camps at my own church, I had plenty of camp workers to look up to. I always wanted to be near every one of them. I wanted their attention, and when I got it, the angels sang from heaven above. Or...I stopped crying and whining, which I'm sure constitued for some sweet choirs of angels rejoicing. On the other hand, however, I always wished that someday, there would be kids who felt the same way about me. I wanted them to want me. I think that kids can see that, or feel it with their super human powers.
I have been told I have a way with children. I'm not sure what qualifies a person to be "good with kids" however, if it were a legitimate title, I think I could wear it proudly. I'd sign my checks, Katie "Good With Kids" Thompson. "Good with kids" may be translated more realistically as meaning "good with making kids be good", or "being so kiddish yourself that you meet them right on their kiddie level". However it may be defined, I think it is safe to say I have a gift. I am a tamer of the wild beasts, however, I don't abuse my authority as a grown up.
So it's off to another exhausting day of children following me closer than my shadow. Exciting....
But in all reality, I really do look forward to it.
Friday, May 02, 2003
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Bright Eyed Fool
You've charmed my heart into believing
love is just a fool's conceiving.
Your clumsy aim at flattery,
your blushing pink sincerity.
The silly tales I've twice now heard,
you capture me with every word.
Your childish curiosity
lights a spark of life in me.
I eagerly await your touch,
the fumbled hugs I love so much.
Your kisses dancing on my lips,
your hands embrace my fingertips.
Your laugh is light and wildly free
your smile is sweet simplicity.
I see, my love, these simple things
and can't yet say what joy they bring
for each new day I love you more.
What bright eyed fool had this in store?
You've charmed my heart into believing
love is just a fool's conceiving.
Your clumsy aim at flattery,
your blushing pink sincerity.
The silly tales I've twice now heard,
you capture me with every word.
Your childish curiosity
lights a spark of life in me.
I eagerly await your touch,
the fumbled hugs I love so much.
Your kisses dancing on my lips,
your hands embrace my fingertips.
Your laugh is light and wildly free
your smile is sweet simplicity.
I see, my love, these simple things
and can't yet say what joy they bring
for each new day I love you more.
What bright eyed fool had this in store?
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Don't Forget the Sunscreen
My reflection in their cloudy eyes is cheap and far from real.
My silhouette is darker than my dreams that they conceal.
Stepping from behind the clouds, I hoped to see the sun,
The burning rays were peircing then, I had no strength to run.
The time I have is darker when I spend it on my own
yet, they make me feel more lonely than had I stayed alone...
My reflection in their cloudy eyes is cheap and far from real.
My silhouette is darker than my dreams that they conceal.
Stepping from behind the clouds, I hoped to see the sun,
The burning rays were peircing then, I had no strength to run.
The time I have is darker when I spend it on my own
yet, they make me feel more lonely than had I stayed alone...
Saturday, April 12, 2003
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Friday, March 07, 2003
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Monday, February 17, 2003
lusamaha: its so sad what avril lavigne has done to ties
lusamaha: i was looking at this limited 2 catalog and they had them in there for like 10 yr olds!
katyshak216: i know. she raped their greatness and left them dirty.
lusamaha: gawd i am so tired of corporate america and their enforced conformism
lusamaha: i was looking at this limited 2 catalog and they had them in there for like 10 yr olds!
katyshak216: i know. she raped their greatness and left them dirty.
lusamaha: gawd i am so tired of corporate america and their enforced conformism
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
to explore distant lands,
to sail to the sun,
to hide with lost moonbeams,
to speak with my hands,
to capture a smile,
to disect true love,
to swim with the raindrops,
to sing for a mile,
to dance with an old man,
to drink with a saint,
to find fault with genius,
to believe that i can
do all things impossible
for dreamless fools
who worry of failure,
to weak to break rules.
to sail to the sun,
to hide with lost moonbeams,
to speak with my hands,
to capture a smile,
to disect true love,
to swim with the raindrops,
to sing for a mile,
to dance with an old man,
to drink with a saint,
to find fault with genius,
to believe that i can
do all things impossible
for dreamless fools
who worry of failure,
to weak to break rules.
Monday, January 13, 2003
my lips were dry of words to say
so i will try my hand at talking.
today was such an awkward day,
i felt a cloud was stalking
me through the maze of corridors.
it followed as my eyes
retreated to the tile floor-
the squares must have been spies
for only mirrors glancing back
could echo my distress.
his quickened pace reserved no slack,
he crept with such finesse.
i wish the beast would leave me here
to weep beneath the sky
of cement strokes, all void of cheer,
where peaceful chaos sighs.
yet in this darkness all i fear
is that the beast leave me
alone to drown beneath my tears...
my cry a hopeless plea.
so i will try my hand at talking.
today was such an awkward day,
i felt a cloud was stalking
me through the maze of corridors.
it followed as my eyes
retreated to the tile floor-
the squares must have been spies
for only mirrors glancing back
could echo my distress.
his quickened pace reserved no slack,
he crept with such finesse.
i wish the beast would leave me here
to weep beneath the sky
of cement strokes, all void of cheer,
where peaceful chaos sighs.
yet in this darkness all i fear
is that the beast leave me
alone to drown beneath my tears...
my cry a hopeless plea.
Sunday, December 22, 2002
this morning, i woke up in florida. it was a grand feeling to be able to walk around in flip flops, in the winter mind you, without my toes turning blue. i had forgotten how beautiful and rich tampa is. its hyper chic! i wish all you normanites could see lovely tampon. its...beautiful..and rich! i feel like the country mouse in the big city. everything has changed so much...but me...im still good ole' katy. or just...ole' katy, dreamy days like these i cant quite tell. "kinda like my life is like a sequel to a movie where the actor's names have changed". my friends sound the same, and im not sure some of them will ever find their way out. i like those constants. ive still been afraid that i will see someone who remembers me, but i wont recognize them. "and most of my memories have escaped me, Or confused themselves with dreams..."
::lyrics courtesy of the sexy John Mayer-83:: he is sucha friggen stud. im jealous of his creative way to mold words...so...here is where i can borrow them!
::lyrics courtesy of the sexy John Mayer-83:: he is sucha friggen stud. im jealous of his creative way to mold words...so...here is where i can borrow them!
Saturday, December 21, 2002
Saturday, December 07, 2002
misspelled intentions inhibit momentum, words get in the way.
i cant speak without shaking, my eyes aren't awake, but i feel what im trying to say...
my smile's not responding, my heart is choked up, i am grasping for words in the sky
and all that i see is your heart next to me, and your arms reaching out to hold mine.
i cant speak without shaking, my eyes aren't awake, but i feel what im trying to say...
my smile's not responding, my heart is choked up, i am grasping for words in the sky
and all that i see is your heart next to me, and your arms reaching out to hold mine.
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Chicken Scratch
Hell has forgotten my name,
and they are more than eager to offer substitutes.
Four letters leave a bigger bruise than five fingers.
They play word games…but I always lose.
I am illeterate to the demands of my peers.
I am not dyslexic but am constantly reflected backwards
in the compact mirrors of society.
I fail their pop quizzes in survival.
They dont understand me.
I wish they didnt believe in numbers.
Hell has forgotten my name,
and they are more than eager to offer substitutes.
Four letters leave a bigger bruise than five fingers.
They play word games…but I always lose.
I am illeterate to the demands of my peers.
I am not dyslexic but am constantly reflected backwards
in the compact mirrors of society.
I fail their pop quizzes in survival.
They dont understand me.
I wish they didnt believe in numbers.
Sunday, October 20, 2002
The Ecstasy Of Life
The sand was warm, as was the moist air engulfing me. I glanced above the palm trees to the blanket of stars above me, and smiled back to Orion. Behind the jagged sea wall was the city community, alive with lights and the hum of busy schedules. I felt invisible atop the shells and sand until the first blast of light exploded with the stars. Colors then collided, creating pom-poms of radiance. Joyous shouts and drunken proclamations of independence rang through the air. Curious onlookers streamed to the sands like ants from the hill of Beachfront hotels. I became lost in the show of shimmering fire across the sky. The performance was abruptly intermissioned when He ran over to my sandy hill, crashing into the dune along side me. I silently welcomed this distraction. For a moment, we just stared blankly at the fireworks through the sky peeking between the branches of the palms. His silhouette, momentarily illuminated, made home to an entranced smile… “Charming,” I whispered beneath my breath, “...just…beautiful." His gaze left the sky, and his piercing eyes met mine. Just then, as if a surge of restless energy had been jumped into my body, I lept to my feet and ran. My bare feet dug into the gritty beach sand as I charged towards the crashing waves. My ankles quickly became weak, yet the adrenaline pumping through my veins numbed all my discomfort. I turned around, though never slowing, and saw Him chasing closely behind me. From the view of my hotel room, the water hadn’t seemed so distant. Yet as the roar of the crashing waves grew louder, I could almost taste the salty water.
The sand was warm, as was the moist air engulfing me. I glanced above the palm trees to the blanket of stars above me, and smiled back to Orion. Behind the jagged sea wall was the city community, alive with lights and the hum of busy schedules. I felt invisible atop the shells and sand until the first blast of light exploded with the stars. Colors then collided, creating pom-poms of radiance. Joyous shouts and drunken proclamations of independence rang through the air. Curious onlookers streamed to the sands like ants from the hill of Beachfront hotels. I became lost in the show of shimmering fire across the sky. The performance was abruptly intermissioned when He ran over to my sandy hill, crashing into the dune along side me. I silently welcomed this distraction. For a moment, we just stared blankly at the fireworks through the sky peeking between the branches of the palms. His silhouette, momentarily illuminated, made home to an entranced smile… “Charming,” I whispered beneath my breath, “...just…beautiful." His gaze left the sky, and his piercing eyes met mine. Just then, as if a surge of restless energy had been jumped into my body, I lept to my feet and ran. My bare feet dug into the gritty beach sand as I charged towards the crashing waves. My ankles quickly became weak, yet the adrenaline pumping through my veins numbed all my discomfort. I turned around, though never slowing, and saw Him chasing closely behind me. From the view of my hotel room, the water hadn’t seemed so distant. Yet as the roar of the crashing waves grew louder, I could almost taste the salty water.
Saturday, October 12, 2002
im sitting here. really...just sitting here. tapping my foot to music thats not playing. wow. i just looked down at my wrist and found a rubber band, that i honestly dont remember putting there. i wonder where it came from! i think im hungry but i cant quite tell. maybe im want to eat just cause im bored. well, either way, it will occupy me...but will it fill me up? not likely! i want my cell phone to ring. odd? most likely. hmm...but i dont feel like doing anything! hmmm again...
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Monday, September 16, 2002
today, i was looking up at the wall in the acting room, and i saw a picture frame with three newspaper cutouts. they were all critiques of the same play, directed by two students who had graduated just a few years earlier. the reviews were less than flattering, however, their names were mentioned-five minutes of fame-due glory awarded. the detail that actually caught my attention however, is that the three papers were yellow and faded. despite having resided in a dark, flourecent lighted classroom, encased in glass, they managed to loose color. but i wonder if the memories fade as the pages do. have the boys gone on to bigger and better things? maybe there are whole magazine articles about them...not just silly news clippings. or possibly, the articles are as far as they made it. did their big break mean more to them when the article was white? have they just accumulated these old articles? or do they cherish their yellowed memory?
Saturday, September 14, 2002
black jack 21, the face cards empty, the game wins for none. the dealer's forecast predicts defeat for all those who dare to step up to the seat. the cash chips fight fiercly to break free your grip, they crash to the table, your pale fingers slip to pick up two cards that are weighed to the table, the jack meets your gaze but the ace isnt stable. this winning hand loses, the cards can't stand still. the ace added zero, the jack fell down hill.
Thursday, September 12, 2002
i am a star!
i am now in our musical, My Fair Lady-yes Cody, it is grand! i wish you could transfer casts! but i am lousy no-part singer,a Reject! they call us Company Women, which is just a glorified name for chorus. but i am really proud to be in the cast at all-you have to start your way at the bottom and work your way up...plus the theatre isnt ready for my talent. prepare for fireworks Broadway! I also made our jazz choir/show choir. we have the cutest red dresses and tan character shoes. im excited solely for the dress, and i guess for getting to use my voice, haha....hence the whole choir position1. Im also in our Mixed Choir, and i love all the boys and girls. you are all grand! i am so excited because this year is so "performance packed". I love the stage...and even more...the spotlight!!
i am now in our musical, My Fair Lady-yes Cody, it is grand! i wish you could transfer casts! but i am lousy no-part singer,a Reject! they call us Company Women, which is just a glorified name for chorus. but i am really proud to be in the cast at all-you have to start your way at the bottom and work your way up...plus the theatre isnt ready for my talent. prepare for fireworks Broadway! I also made our jazz choir/show choir. we have the cutest red dresses and tan character shoes. im excited solely for the dress, and i guess for getting to use my voice, haha....hence the whole choir position1. Im also in our Mixed Choir, and i love all the boys and girls. you are all grand! i am so excited because this year is so "performance packed". I love the stage...and even more...the spotlight!!
Friday, August 23, 2002
and the point is...?
It's so silly to try to impress pretty people! The funniest thing yet is that they dont even notice...they are too busy trying to catch everyone else's eyes! Just don't waste your time--the people who truly give a crap wont be impressed...chances are they like the plain you better!
It's so silly to try to impress pretty people! The funniest thing yet is that they dont even notice...they are too busy trying to catch everyone else's eyes! Just don't waste your time--the people who truly give a crap wont be impressed...chances are they like the plain you better!
Saturday, August 17, 2002
Thursday, August 15, 2002
school? yea!
Today was our first day back to school, and I must say, it wasn't half bad! I really liked all my classes, and the people in them...hmm...I can deal. I am just suprised that they offer classes as fun as they do! I had all my artsy classes today, and am absoultely in love with the whole works...choir, acting...stage! I also have my language...and im soaking it all in, so i can use all my spanish in Mexico. I am almost excited to learn! Tomorrow may not bring as much excitement, but if it flops, i'll always have my A-days to fall back on. I have a feeling this year is gonna fly right on by.
Today was our first day back to school, and I must say, it wasn't half bad! I really liked all my classes, and the people in them...hmm...I can deal. I am just suprised that they offer classes as fun as they do! I had all my artsy classes today, and am absoultely in love with the whole works...choir, acting...stage! I also have my language...and im soaking it all in, so i can use all my spanish in Mexico. I am almost excited to learn! Tomorrow may not bring as much excitement, but if it flops, i'll always have my A-days to fall back on. I have a feeling this year is gonna fly right on by.
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
drizzle for kicks
I love rainy days~they get me to thinking. We picked up my dad at the airport this afternoon, and drove through a sprinkle-when i saw him, i realized how much i missed him. I missed him incredibly, while he stood next to me. Is that crazy? Later that afternoon, I sat on my porch, read a great book and just watched the water fall. I walked away feeling incredibly lonely. I was surprised, that of all emotions, i felt lonliness. So odd!! I have a huuge family, who loves me. And tons of friends, new and old, that are all a blast! Whats missing? Ohwell, the lonliness went away, as soon as the sun came out. The end of the world got postponed, till the next downpour i assume!
I love rainy days~they get me to thinking. We picked up my dad at the airport this afternoon, and drove through a sprinkle-when i saw him, i realized how much i missed him. I missed him incredibly, while he stood next to me. Is that crazy? Later that afternoon, I sat on my porch, read a great book and just watched the water fall. I walked away feeling incredibly lonely. I was surprised, that of all emotions, i felt lonliness. So odd!! I have a huuge family, who loves me. And tons of friends, new and old, that are all a blast! Whats missing? Ohwell, the lonliness went away, as soon as the sun came out. The end of the world got postponed, till the next downpour i assume!
Monday, August 12, 2002
Friday, August 09, 2002
intenesely aware
Today i felt so...alive! Vividly aware of my restlessness, produced by none other than my happiness. I couldnt wait to bust out of my "loaf at home"-funk, but unfortunately, I was trapped indoors all day. Strangely, I'm not complaining. Although I was left inside the house(due to my own laziness despite my desire to leave), my curious attitude alone helped me sustain through the day. I am looking forward to finding something to continously stir myself, to any degree of the excitement I felt today. I need a new passion(but not a creepy, stalker like drive). Come passion, I'm waiting...almost patiently!
Today i felt so...alive! Vividly aware of my restlessness, produced by none other than my happiness. I couldnt wait to bust out of my "loaf at home"-funk, but unfortunately, I was trapped indoors all day. Strangely, I'm not complaining. Although I was left inside the house(due to my own laziness despite my desire to leave), my curious attitude alone helped me sustain through the day. I am looking forward to finding something to continously stir myself, to any degree of the excitement I felt today. I need a new passion(but not a creepy, stalker like drive). Come passion, I'm waiting...almost patiently!
Thursday, August 08, 2002
momma and boys
Today, we hung out with momma and her girls from work. I am so surprised every time i am with them, cause i realize that my mom is more my friend than an actual parental gaurdian, accept for the respect, and the whole "i can ground u for that smart-ass" aspect. Its so silly to be around the ladies, cause all they do is talk about cute boys. They have more crushes that i have had in years...accept im the only one among them unmarried! They encourage me to have "boyfriends". Any boyfriends i can find, they say i should keep. Theyre just imaginary crushes though, if thats at all concievable. Any guy who is cute and flirts with you, can be your boyfriend. You dont need to know his name, or his age, or anything about him-there is no age restricton. Its so so so silly, but refreshing and fun! My boyfriend at Barnes and Noble is by far the cutest in town. He's much older...which is cool, because in boyfriend-land, real life means nothing. The less chance of an actual relationship, the better it is. But dont get me wrong...he needs the perfect personality. My mother is insane, but i love these silly games.
Today, we hung out with momma and her girls from work. I am so surprised every time i am with them, cause i realize that my mom is more my friend than an actual parental gaurdian, accept for the respect, and the whole "i can ground u for that smart-ass" aspect. Its so silly to be around the ladies, cause all they do is talk about cute boys. They have more crushes that i have had in years...accept im the only one among them unmarried! They encourage me to have "boyfriends". Any boyfriends i can find, they say i should keep. Theyre just imaginary crushes though, if thats at all concievable. Any guy who is cute and flirts with you, can be your boyfriend. You dont need to know his name, or his age, or anything about him-there is no age restricton. Its so so so silly, but refreshing and fun! My boyfriend at Barnes and Noble is by far the cutest in town. He's much older...which is cool, because in boyfriend-land, real life means nothing. The less chance of an actual relationship, the better it is. But dont get me wrong...he needs the perfect personality. My mother is insane, but i love these silly games.
As i walk through these crowded city streets paced to the rythm of my heart's swift beats,
my invisible steps follow no one's stride, i smile at the windows but few are inside
to return the glance thrown by my hungry eyes, their relations are few, but their dreams reach the skies
where i climb these stairs engulfed by the stars, to see the light of their hopes from afar
my invisible steps follow no one's stride, i smile at the windows but few are inside
to return the glance thrown by my hungry eyes, their relations are few, but their dreams reach the skies
where i climb these stairs engulfed by the stars, to see the light of their hopes from afar
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
speachless
Have you ever been in the situation where you can just see someone, and are at a loss of words? Even worse is when you attempt a conversation and blow it. Only minutes later, you imagine all of the charming things you could have said, but didnt...or couldnt? Sometimes I clam up, and lose all social abilites...but it seems like it's only with the people I want to be most alive with.
Have you ever been in the situation where you can just see someone, and are at a loss of words? Even worse is when you attempt a conversation and blow it. Only minutes later, you imagine all of the charming things you could have said, but didnt...or couldnt? Sometimes I clam up, and lose all social abilites...but it seems like it's only with the people I want to be most alive with.
cruisin the town
Today, i feel like walking to LaBaguette. i havent taken a romp around the town in ages! I need to get out, before school starts up again. Hmm..am incredibly bored! Name this tune! :
"...On the corner is a banker with a motor car, the little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain...very strange!"
Today, i feel like walking to LaBaguette. i havent taken a romp around the town in ages! I need to get out, before school starts up again. Hmm..am incredibly bored! Name this tune! :
"...On the corner is a banker with a motor car, the little children laugh at him behind his back. And the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain...very strange!"
Tuesday, August 06, 2002
a little ditty
ive had this song stuck in my head all day! earlier i even caught myself singing it outloud in public. it was startling to see people stare a little, but its almost empowering!
...sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored, on a peavey amp in 1984, while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars, playing sara with no "h" 's favorite song. la da da...zak and sara! ....zak called his dad about layway plans, sara told the friendly salesman, you'll alll die in your cars", and "why's it gotta be dark?", and "you're all working in a submarine, asshole!"...
-zak and sara - ben folds
haha...u can imagine the looks i got.
ive had this song stuck in my head all day! earlier i even caught myself singing it outloud in public. it was startling to see people stare a little, but its almost empowering!
...sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored, on a peavey amp in 1984, while zak without a "c" tried out some new guitars, playing sara with no "h" 's favorite song. la da da...zak and sara! ....zak called his dad about layway plans, sara told the friendly salesman, you'll alll die in your cars", and "why's it gotta be dark?", and "you're all working in a submarine, asshole!"...
-zak and sara - ben folds
haha...u can imagine the looks i got.
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