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Why. [08 Feb 2007|01:27am]
[ mood | sad ]

Why am I not doing math? Oh yeah, because I'm twenty-two years, eleven months and two weeks old, and I'm struggling in this fucking algebra class I decided to take.

Why am I crying my eyes out because Mark gave his dog away? She was such an amazing creature. A real person in a canine body.

Why do I feel so lost, like such a failure, like I have nothing to show for myself...


Why am I even ending my sentences with question marks.




I have 50 more problems to do and then review for the test that's tomorrow at 11:00 am. But instead I'm fucking around on Mycrack, writing in this piece of shit, pretty much doing anything to prolong the agony of doing my homework. I am so SICK of school. I am SO SICK of working so hard on one thing only to let another go by the wayside. I am such a fucking whiner.





Sometimes my heart still hurts so bad when I think about It. The whole thing is so ridiculous because I traded it in for something real, something that I may have the rest of my life is I nurture it correctly. And yet, here I am, almost a year after the fact, having pangs at any tendril of memory that sneaks into my head. I watch that fucking show because it appeases my heart in some way, helps me identify so strongly with something so fake--but therin lies the rub I guess. I hate being so cryptic but its all I can do.

What was it about that time that made me so feel so alive? What was the key element that made every moment of my life so exciting? Just... the mystery of it? The uncertainty?



Go away ugly question marks, you're fired, you're not doing your job correctly.



Cry, cry, cry cry cry. Cry because you're sad, because you miss him, because you're childish and selfish and SUCH a girl because you STILL have trouble moving on.




And stop speaking in metaphors to everyone you know. It's so emo. And nobody likes an emo kid. Especially a sober one.







It's just... no matter how cliche'....




I feel like she wasn't the first important thing he gave away.




...It's a good thing animals can't talk.





Or walls.

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If God is a DJ... [06 Oct 2006|08:43pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Soooo.....



Why do I always wait like 17284059374365860 years until I feel loose enough to word purge into this thing? Eh.



Steven... my boyfriend. Four months. He turned 26 yesterday. SUCH an amazingly...

weird.
relationship.



But great. Wonderful. It's definitely odd and scary to connect with someone on a level like this, but very fulfilling. I've learned a lot about myself. We fight constantly, but usually because we're either:

a. tired
b. stressed
c. hungry
or
d. horny


Or what's worse, all of the above.


Very dynamic.



Then, well, let's see, there was this guy named Mark who I used to spend every waking moment with who decided to drop me like a bad habit. And I don't mean dump

or break up with

or 'fall out' with


there was no fight. no cause for this. He just kind of... went away.

For the most part I've moved on, it's just hard because in spite of everything, I thought this guy was one of my best friends.


B-U-T

I guess it doesn't work that way.

Tear. (Lots of them.)


I talked to Seth today for the first time in 6 months. SIX months. Yeah. It was great. We talked for about three hours. It was like it used to be, only without all the drama and crying and hateful accusations. Totally. Awesome. He seems happy.


I thought about going to a random audition for CCT's Christmas show tonight but I had to remind myself of my pact--

NO--NONPAYING--GIGS.


So, isn't it terrible when I succumb to the cheesy plastic emo heartache in pop music? I seriously love that new Killers song. It's like, totally so me.

I had my first voice lesson with my new teacher today, Roy Mote. He actually went to OCU back in the day, DATED Vicky Kelly (before he was gay and before she turned into a dinosaur. He also said Mr. Keller was the first person he ever got high with. Excellente!)

It was good, but I cried a little. He said what all three of the teachers I've been taking lessons from since leaving OCU said... 'they fucked up your voice, girl. Now we have to fix it.'

Thanks, OCU.

Thanks Brenda Holleman.

(Whoops...)



Why is the soundtrack to 'The Last Kiss' so good but the movie was so shitty. Seriously, it was like the worst movie ever.


And why am I addicted to Laguna Beach? Why? I'm like 7 years older than all of them. WHY MUST I WATCH?!?


I love my boyfriend.
I miss JD Appodaca, Nick Munson, Stacy Sherman, Sarah Simmons, Seth Turnipseed, Mark Jones, Selena Rosenbalm, Lavinia Creswa, Roy Lightner, Dana Norwood, Jon Gerhard, Anna Lewis, LR Davidson and... that's all.



I'm so fat right now. MUST GO TO GYM.

Also, pale.



Also, I have wrinkles.

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[12 Jul 2006|09:18am]
[ mood | loved ]

I'm in love.


Amazing, giddy, goofy, weird, awesome, sweet, incredible, crazy, mad, deep, true love.

And it's fucking great.



(sandwichessoymilkkrobelbuffalowingsbuffaloexchangedesignerjeansjewelrythebeachamazingsexhere'syourspaghetticuzyerrude)


Steven... who the fuck are you?


Every day just gets better.















Thank you.

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Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. [06 Jun 2006|09:54am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

It's been a long time, blah blah, worthless excuses about being busy and all that.


So Seth and I went through what could only be labeled as a 'messy' breakup, as an ultimate means to an end. We tried to be friends, but it just didn't work. He blames Mark (Mark, who's Mark?) and I blame the distance, but in all actuality, we both blame me. And I'm ready and willing to take it. It's interesting how now that he's finally had the guts to cut me out of his life, for the first time in the three years I've known him, I feel something new for him, something (probably) more valuable than any feeling I've had for him before, and it's respect. I know how I am... and the fact that he stopped letting me string him along like the apathetic puppeteer I tend to morph into after sixth months of relationship boredom--well, that's admirable. Well done.

So that's finally over with, so long so long and onto the next one and all that, and then we move on to this previously mentioned figure, a one Mark _______, junior partner in a law firm downtown, divorcee', emotional fuckwit. (But in a delicious way.)

Mark and I met in the most romantic of ways, via EMAIL on CRAIGSLIST (classy.) But here I am almost five months later waxing (lame) poetic about him so obviously Craigslist is onto something. (Whether it's good or bad, who knows, but it's definitely something.) We arrange an in-person meeting at the dog park on Noble drive (yes, there is a dog park on Noble drive) and at 7:00 pm in the chilly February night air in the darkness between two streetlights and side foliage planted to make the douchebag La Jolla residents forget they live next to the I-5, I met him. I wore Abercrombie, he wore his lawyer suit, I was 22, he was 26, and were both nervous, confused, and awkward.

SO

It began. Marky and I tend to bring out the alcoholic in one another (ah, now there's something eharmony missed; the matching of TWO self-destructive personalities) and of course one thing led to a (stairs, beach, kitchen, chairs, ottomans, the floor, the bed) a, a, another. We had a very intense and instant connection. The same personality. The same dark sense of humor. It worked. Well, for a week.


Some sushi dates, some Sunset Cliffs, some sangria at the Turquoise bar, and one long, emotional day complete with a two hour nap face down in the warm Coronado sand after crying myself to sleep the night before, Mark can't get over his former flame and I'm up a creek without that cumbersomely obtuse emotional paddle we call Seth.


SO

We kissed and made up, continued to sleep together, he continues to get strung like first violin at the New York Phil, (as did/do I) and we have this weird, bastardization (think--Bart's 'frog prince' from the Harry Potter Halloween episode of the Simpsons, 'Every moment I live is agony' type arrnagement) of a relationship/friendship. He is my teacher, my guardian, and my lover, but nothing more and is that okay? Probably not but who keeps track? He plays the role when needed (parties, bar mitzvahs, funerals, double dates) and I really can't ask for more, though I did/do, every day of my insane life.

AND IN THE MEAN TIME


There is this boy. This new boy. I can't say his name, I can't think of what his face looks like when I'm not with him, but I can hear his voice in my head like some part of my psyche that's been silenced for years is finally leading a rebellion to break free of this mind prison I created for myself at OCU and everywhere else in my life

NO


NOT a rebellion but a REVOLUTION because REBELLIONS are REVOLUTIONS that FAIL


and I swear to God, at this I will not fail.


Because whereas Mark, blessed Mark, wanted nothing more than to teach me and protect me;


this new, amazing person that I've just met


is teaching me to protect myself.

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No comment. [13 Feb 2006|02:16pm]
[ mood | calm ]

<td align="center"> Amy --
[noun]:

A person who is constantly high

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>
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Um [30 Jan 2006|06:25pm]
[ mood | blah ]

Here's a rundown:

- I don't go to OCU anymore.

- I live in a studio apartment in Oceanside,CA with a drooling cat named Teddy.

- The love of my life now lives in an amazing 20th story apartment in downtown San Fransisco.

- I've gained 15 lbs since August and my hair was recently very badly cut into an 80's shag.

- I am attending junior college with 118 credits under my belt.

- I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.





DragonEyes- you need to get your ass out here and play with me.

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But I die without you [24 Nov 2005|01:36am]
[ mood | disappointed ]

RENT... a cheese-filled swansong for a jaded generation.

Or rather; a big piece of crap.

Go to NYC, buy a $27 ticket from tkts, see the goddamn show, and let the movie die a swift and painless death.

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Nobody does it like me [22 Sep 2005|04:03pm]
[ mood | sick ]

LJ Interests meme results



  1. audra mcdonald:
    DIVA
  2. chicago:
    Good movie, great town.
  3. frank sinatra:
    Hot sex.
  4. into the woods:
    Not one of Sondheim's best shows, but good none the least.
  5. kristen chenoweth:
    OMIGODKRISTYWENTTOOCUJUSTLIKEMEOMIGODKRISTYOMIGODISNIFFEDHERADOANNIECOSTUME
  6. norbert leo butz:
    he was in L5Y. and wicked. and DRS. and rent. and he likes to slide and fall off his notes a lot.
  7. rebecca wells:
    she wrote the ya-ya sisterhood novels. i often quote her; "Theatre. Glorious theatre. It creates family for all kinds of orphans."
  8. singing:
    i do it all the time at school. i used to think it was fun, until i started sucking at it.
  9. the last 5 years:
    JRB show.
  10. william finn:
    amazing composer.


Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.



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meh [30 Aug 2005|01:40pm]
[ mood | blah ]

I know I should do a real update... oh well, maybe next time.

Stole this from Stacy:

10 years ago I was........ 11 years old. It was when I lived in Utah for a year. I really liked Joan Osborne... and Alanis. And Mariah Carey. I had these black mary jane shoes that I loved and wore all the time, and a jean vest. I was also really into Seinfeld. (Is that normal?)

5 years ago I was.......... A sophomore at Valley Center High School. I wore pink and loved Britney and my boyfriend was a homosexual.

1 year ago I was........... A junior at OCU. Bummed about not being cast in Secret Garden. Dating a Republican from NYC who I dumped after he tried to convert me... sick.


Yesterday I was............ in a bad mood.


5 snacks I enjoy are....... Red Vines, apples with peanut butter, beef jerky, chips and salsa.


5 songs I know all the words to...... As of today, 'When Fredric Was a Little Lad' from Pirates of Penzance. (Ha.) Um, Foolish Games by Jewel, Open Arms by Journey, What's Going On by 4 Non-Blondes, and yes, it's true, My Hump by the Black Eyed Peas.

5 things I would do with 100 million dollars..... Pay off my student loans and remaining college tuition, buy my family anything they wanted, give a million each to the NEA and Until There's a Cure, donate some to the high school so that they'd have to name the performing arts center after me...Oh, and buy all the designer handbags and jeans I wanted in the world.

5 places I would run away to.... San Diego, NYC, Venice, London, or Athens.


5 things I would never wear.... a pair of those asian slip on shoes, southwestern themed jewelry, a ski vest, tapered leg jeans, or a scrunchie


5 favorite tv shows...… Family Guy, Conan, The Sopranos, Sex and the City, Inside the Actors Studio


5 bad habits....... whining, overeating, procrastinating, talking shit, promptness (well, lack therof)


5 biggest joys.... singing, helping others, performing onstage, shopping, my friends.

5 favorite toys.... my computer, my cell phone, my piano, my mp3 player, my roommate

August has come and gone. But I'll talk about that later.

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You should let me love you [30 Jul 2005|07:08am]
[ mood | sick ]

Today I am driving for fifteen hours. Then tomorrow I will drive for about ten more. Then I will be in Utah until Wednesday. Then I am driving to LA where I am picking up Amira at LAX. I have never been to LAX, so I have no clue how to get there. Oh well.

I also am sick. But I got anitbiotics yesterday, so in like two days I will be better.

I am frustrated.

That's about it.

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Cat [22 Jul 2005|11:06am]
[ mood | groggy ]

We're getting an obese, mildly retarded cat named Gretta.

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If you could see it than you'd understand [11 Jul 2005|06:15pm]
[ mood | drained ]

June is... way over.

Got an A- in Music History. Who knew that actually trying in classes would produce tangible results? Seth and I are on break. I cracked my tailbone. My show is closing this coming Friday. The jazz class at UCO is fun... but those UCO kids sure do take themselves seriously. You'd think we were at an audition for "Movin' Out" instead of a two hour summer school beginning theatre dance class. Anyway.

I need to get out of Oklahoma so bad. Every little thing is driving me up the wall. I just wasn't meant to ever live somewhere like this for a very long time. I need to be where I can believe, and breathe, and just... be free. I miss California so much.

My mom came to visit a few weeks ago. She's so amazing, and so good to me. I don't deserve her. I know it's awful that I think about this, but I just don't know what I am going to do when day the will come when she leaves me. The fact that I will have to... live through that-- terrifies me. I mean I know I have friends and lovers and all of those other people life throws our way but when it comes down to it, for me, my mother is everything. She is the only person in this world I think I truly completely trust, and love unconditionally. I don't want to think about what will happen when I have ot go on without her, but I just can't help but think of it. It scares me.

I miss Nick, and Sarah, and Paul, and even Deanne so much. I miss Amira and Bonnie and Anna. I miss JD and Jon. I miss Jeff, and Dana, and Britta, and Adam and Tom. I know that I'm going to get the chance to see everyone, hopefully sooner than later, but it's so hard when all the people I wish I could just... throw into a room and be with are all over the country.

I know that all of these feelings of loneliness and inadequacy and fear are all stemming back to the pure and simple fact that I need to get away. That's how I am. I need to be constantly moving and changing and surrounding myself with incredible people and culture and... beauty. And let's face it... Oklahoma City isn't exactly the place for those things.

My show has been a good experience but I am tired. I have never been in a show that ran for a month before. It's been a good experience because now I know what it will be like somewhat to perform in a tour or a long running production... but for now, I'm ready for Six Women to be over. I'm exhausted.

When school starts I'll be ready to settle in for the long haul to get this year done with. I've made every arrangement I can and if all goes as planned I will graduate in May, and (if I get in) enter SDSU in the fall of 2006. So close but so far away! I need San Diego so bad... it's in my blood. I can't wait to live there again, even if it's a year away, even if it's expensive or complicated or stressful... it doesn't matter, because I'll be home.

July 29, come quickly. This California girl is going stir-crazy...

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[02 Jun 2005|02:44pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Bella's gone.

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Lately [31 May 2005|12:04pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Okay, so obviously I got my internet set up at Belle Isle. We've lived here for about a month. It's been good... my life is going by awfully fast though, I feel like I'm missing it. The show has been going well, although the rehearsal are run very... chaotically. Is that a word? It's just kind of unorganized. And so I'm kind of cunty to the director and choreographer because they're so unorganized and then I feel bad for being cunty and then I'm like... it's not my fault they're morons. And I'll never see or work with any of them again so I really just don't care. But the show will be great and it's SO hilarious. I just hate the rehearsal process. I'm too impatient for it.

I've gained 15 lbs. Sad, isn't it? I barely fit into my pants. The gym is closed until June 4rth so all I have is pilates and the Atkins which I hate being on because I really want to stop eating meat and dairy but I just haven't figured out a way to cut out all of it and still have a functioning healthy diet. I'm so confused. Tear.

This facebook business... interesting. Definitely one of those 'I wish I'd thought of that' ideas. It's so odd to have contact with people who I honestly figured at grad night I'd never, ever see or talk to again. I can also connect with people I did the musical theatre workshop with, which is cool.

I miss California and NYC.

On Friday Seth and I went to Dallas for our six month anniversary. We got to our adorbale little hotel on the West End (near the Sixth Floor Musuem aka where Kennedy was shot) and it was such a gorgeous old building, built in 1925, and it was super nice, four stars, gorgeous. Then we went to Oak Lawn and had dinner at Pappadeux, which was amazing, and then to this place in Deep Ellum called The Velvet Hookah, where I had what was hailed as 'the best chocolate martini in Dallas' and I'm pretty sure they were right. Seth had never smoked hookah before, so I was happy to show him something he'd never seen or done before, and he really liked it. The place was awesome, all decorated with an Arabian and Middle Eastern motif. Is it sad that I sometimes wish I was an Arab? (Shut up Amira.)

The next day we went to Six Flags and rode the Texas Giant right before they shut down the park do to rain and lightening. So we left and went to the Galleria. I got Seth to buy an entire NEW outfit from Aeropostale and some hot brown shoes from Macy's and he is just SO CUTE AND I LOVE HIM. He also bought me a pair of those gold sequiny flip flops I've been wanting for a while. Oh, and Nordstrom fixed my Sevens with the hole in the butt for free.

That night we (guilty face) went to Pappadeux again because IT'S SO AMAZING and went back to the hookah bar, where I saw a bellydancer with the same tattoo as me and it made me happy. Amira came and we walked around Deep Ellum for a bit and then went to Oak Lawn and had Brazialian food at 3 am. It was fanfuckingtastic. Dallas reminded me of CA in so many ways and made me so homesick. I can't wait till I get the fuck out of OKC.

Yesterday we got a 8 week old Labrador puppy named Bella. She's adorable and fat and perfect and I love her so much I could eat her. But I won't. The end.

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Smattering [10 May 2005|12:50pm]
[ mood | weird ]

I'm in the computer lab at school because Cox isn't coming until tomorrow to hook up our internet so here's a superfast run down o la vida de Amy.


Moved to Belle Isle with Seth.

Have a big room with a big bed and a big TV that currently only gets two channels.

Had finals.

Had juries.

Finals went pretty good. Alanna gave me an A in jazz even though I had like 900 tardies so technically I should have gotten like a C. My lowest grade was actually in choir, because I never went.

Juries were uneventful. I sang 'Maybe I Like It This Way' as my chosen piece and then they picked 'Dove Sono.' All like, 700 pages of it. Well, Christiansen picked it. That bitch. So anyway, it was okay but I definitely was running out of air in the worst way so I breathed during the word, 'cangiar.' Suck.

Whatever, I hate classical music. Why does everyone make me sing it all the time? Fuck.

Um... the seniors are gone, which is weird because technically that makes me a senior now. Gross.

I will miss some of them though.

I'm in a show at Carpenter Square-- it's called '6 Women with Brain Death or Expiring Minds.' It's like this amazing campy little political musical that reminds me of what would happen if they put Sex and the City, The Vagina Monologues and Hair into a blender and made what came out into a show. I love it. The women in it are amazing and I get to belt my little heart out and make anti-Bush jokes. Haha.

I start summer school next week. I'm taking music history.

Then, in July, I start my two dance classes at UCO. Intermediate Ballet and Theatre Dance/Jazz.

I'm also taking three classes online from Clovis. For $500. Three classes for $500, it's like a dream come true. That's like one class at OCU.


Ok, well, I'm sick of being in the comp lab and also I need to go home and find my mom's credit card so I can pay for aforementioned online classes.



That's it for now.

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Yeah, ok. [10 May 2005|12:50pm]
LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:seventhdiva
Your haiku:the upper west side
where i can escape with him
all over again
Username:
Created by Grahame
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Phert [04 Apr 2005|09:27pm]
[ mood | mellow ]

Nick left. We had a party for him. It was fun.

I met Sammy Sosa on Friday.


I miss Nick.


I didn't know who Sammy Sosa was until I met him. I mean, I knew he was like a famous baseball player or whatever, but I didn't know he was black or that he played for the Orioles. Not that I have a problem with him being black. I just didn't know.


Friday was fun, I went had had drinks at Chili's before the baseball game with Seiker, JD, Bonnie, and Brandt. Thank god I had alcohol in me before that shit.


Saturday Me and Seth almost got caught having sex on his couch at his parents house by his mom. Heh.

Sunday my car broke but then we fixed it.

Today I'm sitting here typing and Seth is rubbing my back. I've trained him well. Ha ha, he just said 'do not leave that.'

I love him.

The end.

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The story goes on [05 Mar 2005|12:27am]
[ mood | blank ]

So I'm sitting here searching Xanga, and I decide to do a blogring search for the words "Valley Center." (Being the stalker, um, I mean 'detective' Aquarian that I am,) and I come across several journals belonging to the kids who were freshmen when I was a senior in high school, all of whom have graduated now.

First of all, it blows my mind that people who were born in 1990 are in high school right now. That's insanity. I mean, ask me how old I am, and I'll be like, 'seventeen. Um, I mean... twenty-one--what the fuck...?' Damn. It's just so weird.

Second of all, I'm reading this one girl's journal, her name is Wendy and not only was she a freshman my senior year (she played 'Rapunzel' to my 'Witch' in Into the Woods) but she and I were neighbors when we were much younger, I guess she was about 9 and I was 11 or 12. I think, I don't know, my brain is in such a time warp.
Anyway, I'm reading her journal, and other journals, and there's always the eternal mention of 'drama'---both the subject, as it were, in high school, as an elective art form, and, of course, as we all more commonly know it, in its noun form as that annoying shit goes on everywhere. And more elaborations about ITS 'drama' (ITS was the like, drama club thing that was official and a nation wide sort of branched organization for high school drama clubs and troupes; standing for International Thespians Society) and Mr. Ward drama, some of them singing his praises and some cursing the very name (I was more inclined to do the latter; as he was the failed-wanna be-actor-turned English teacher-type) and of course all the wonderful juicy drama that always seems so pivotal and life-altering at the time, most often occurring in drama rooms and black box theatres in high schools around the nation. There is drama in drama, yes it's true.

But let me tell you.

It was...it was something, to sit and read and feel such a sense of deja vu reading about all the things that went on with these kids because it was almost IDENTICAL to the experience my age group had when we were their ages, in those grades, in that drama room with that teacher and those clubs and that play and that town and that school. The same drama, the realization of SELF! Of sexuality first and foremost, I truly believe those with the expressed flair for the dramatic arts are much more sexual at an early age, whether it be experimented with alone or with another person--or persons, in my own case--the same hope and aspirations, the same sad truths, the same fear of not even graduating but still waking up in the morning to go to school because you could go hide in the safe, dark, black confines of the little, little theatre. I mean, this shouldn't be a shock to me, and I wouldn't even call it a shock exactly, but it touched me. That inveritable truth of knowing that it will go on, and on, and on. And I know its just high school and I know it's 'typical,' but still. It really took me back, and aback.

And here I was reading all of this and I just felt like I was transported back into that time that was so excruciatingly exciting. I would never go back, but my heart longs for it sometmes. And it's the lame things like smelling the oranges in the bin of the produce section in Wal-mart, or craving a carne asada burrito at 3 in the morning, or wanting to walk outside in the middle of the night into the wonderfully fresh valley air and feeling the fog and the mist and looking at the stars with the big (little?) dipper in the far far left corner of the sky. (It's in a different position here; more upside down, closer.) It almost hurts. But why? And I sit here lost in the past and then I look at the clock on the computer screen and its past midnight here in Oklahoma. And I remember where I am and look back at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend and it shocks me, but god, he's beautiful, so beautiful I could cry. And I get up, still thinking about that high school and the deaths and Bang Bang Your Dead and how MY generation was the beginning, how WE started it, how WE made the change and good god, I think, I DID DO SOMETHING GOOD! I DID CREATE CHANGE; make good, improve something for the better in this giant world. And I'm sitting there in that cold little bathroom in the middle of America, peeing and staring at the door and wondering how I got here? How on earth did I get transplanted from that eternity into this place (of all places?)

But the biggest shock of all... visiting that place in my mind thinking about it all, standing in Seth's bathroom washing my hands; staring at my chewed up fingers and chipped pink Old Navy nail polish, and finally, finally, looking up--

and for those year-long milliseconds our brains sometimes cause us to have (you know what I'm talking about)--

there was aboslutely no recognition.

But it was me.

This life with all its pain and sorrow and beauty will just keep on.

(And now with strong belief)

I'm not referring to mine.


I've got to go kiss my boyfriend. I've got to...

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I know I already did this but I just had to... [28 Feb 2005|03:59pm]
      
san diego is love
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Sigh. I miss it so.
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Update I guess [19 Feb 2005|12:53pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]

Valentine's Day was wonderful. Seth bought me roses and had them sent to the music school, Nick and I ate about 50 lbs of candy, and that night Seth and I got really dressed up and went to dinner at Red Rock, were we had wine and a wonderful dinner looking out on the lake. The rest of the week was typical... OCU crap. Thursday night I went to the Boom with Bethany to watch Micah's show and it was awesome, so much fun. At midnight it was officially my birthday, but at that point I was so drunk I didn't really care what day it was... let's just say that night I was the pukiest girl ever. And all the next day. My birthday. I puked. All day. But then I felt better and Dana bought me ice-cream, and Seth's present for me was the most beautiful diamond and silver necklace from Gordon's Jewelers. He's so good to me.

Other than that its just been the typical shit. I need to get my ass to class more, I need to practice more, I need to get a job, etc etc etc.

But for now, I have to go to the gym, because I ate chocolate chip pancakes this morning.

The entire American Idiot album reminds me of high school, and Valley Center, and San Diego freeways and mexican food and trips to LA and being young. Tear.

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