Addictions Fill The Table Where The Family Used To Sit

Look, I colored that picture I had drawn the other day. :)

I actually typed this up a few days ago, but am just now uploading it.

Sept. 12 11:59 PM

Lately I’ve found myself on the verge of tears a lot of times. And, although I usually am a pretty emotional person, I’ve haven’t ever quite gotten to that breaking point where I come down and cry. I can feel the tears fill my eyes, brimming nearly to the point of over flowing, but then it all calms and I return to my solid mask of placidity.

Most of it has to do with Chris.

The rest has to do with me and my female hormones.

But... It just hurts. And, I don’t even like to talk about him anymore...
Thinking about what he’s done, what he’s doing right now...

It really, literally, physically hurts.

And then he was trying to protect me.
To know that he feels bad for subjecting me to this...

Yet, even though I don’t know, obviously other people do.
I mean, it was bad enough having to deal with all the crap about him being a huge pot head and stuff, but...
My partner in AP Environmental Science (APES) actually said to me the other day:
“So what happened to Chris? I heard he got arrested.” Chris and the rest of my family wouldn’t want me spreading anything, so anymore I reply with an automatic response:
“I don’t know. Sorry.”

It hurts, now, just thinking about everything...
I haven’t seen him in over a week, and I don’t even know now if he’s still in JDC or just at his mom’s house...



Where’d my big brother go?

We Sure Are Cute For Two Ugly People

Aw... Look. I drew this the other night.
It got kinda cut off when I took a picture of it (I didn't feel like breaking out my huge, chunky scanner. :P) but it said, "We Sure Are Cute For Two Ugly People" which is from the song, Anyone Else But You by The Moldy Peaches.

<3

Love.

We Can Just Pretend

Lifelight = Love, love, love, love, love.

I could write, like, 500 posts all just about lifelight, but I probably won't.

Also, I'm supposed to be writing a descriptive essay right now, (It's about Lifelight. Ha. Ha.) and my mom just called and said that I can't go and do anything until I'm done... And she called right after Rich did, wanting me to come over. Oh geez. I should probably get on that...

Well, here's what I have so far:


Merecedes
Period 6
Descriptive Essay

All around bodies are pressed close; heat rising and sweat dripping. We move as one; a single, massive body swaying and writhing to the beat of the music. Frenetic screams and shouts intermingle with the shrill chords of guitars and throbbing pulsations of the drums. Out of the dark speakers towering high above the stage, pours the voice of an eccentric musician that has become the only voice that can be heard. Soon the frenzied rhythm of the song demands for all to jump and we obey, our dust coated and worn legs thrust the rest of our bodies into the night air again and again. If only this chilly, exciting night could go on forever.
For a moment we’ll turn back the pendulum to before the Family Force Five concert began. A sizable crowd had already formed around the flashy stage. Each person gathered there was eagerly awaiting the first significant sounds of the music to begin, although the sound check would probably take another half hour or so. The sounds of hundreds of different feet shuffling amidst the dirt and dust was hardly audible above the roar coming from the multitude, each speaking louder than the next in order to be heard. Considering that trying to talk over the raucous clamor would be nearly impossible, I turned to look at the fading sky behind me.
By now the sun was no longer even visible, but milky pinks and oranges spilled across the darkened sky in the West; darkness slowly took over from the East, only to be punctured by tiny, pinpoint stars. A prodding in my arm brought me back to the now, and I turned my head to see Kirstin reaching out for me with one hand while jabbing her other between people to forge a path closer to the stage. My searching fingers clasped her arm tightly as the mass threatened to split us apart, and soon we found our own niche in the crowd.




Eugepae!
Eheu!
Mehercule!

=P

Anyways... Yah. It only has to be five paragraphs, so I'm basically half way done.

Blah. I'll go do it.

I just realized that I hadn't updated this for a very long time... So yah.

Hur you go.



Love.