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Dependence on a diary

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 17:27:44 GMT

As I pack to leave for a new turn in my life story, I can't help but be a little crestfallen that my years as a child are over, now leaving me with the hefty job of organizing the last 17 years of my life. Past report cards remind me of my previously greatest fears conquered, old pictures remind me of the greatest times shared. Sorting through boxes and drawers that haven't been touched for years ... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

A Follow-up Song

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 05:32:03 GMT

A little ditty I'm working on in mostly 7/8 and 5/8 time. Maybe if I can get this video thing working I'll post it when it's finished. I spaced it as it would be read as a poem instead of musical phrasing, though sometimes it coincides. Everything fades- Back to those sweet summer days, When we'd dance beneath the stars and make love in my car I think it's funny, I think it's funny, I do It ro... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Keeping it Sane

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 21:30:10 GMT

Does your partner: -disrespect you? -give you a hard time about socializing with friends or family? -twist your words, somehow turning what you said against you? -threaten to leave? -promise to never do something hurtful again? -manipulate you with lies and contradictions? -make you feel like you can't win no matter what you do? -incite you to rage, which is I love him and I care about him and ... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

A Touch of Inspiration

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 22:55:53 GMT

Let's get a few things straight here. My favourite articles of clothing are men's sweatshirts and pj bottoms. I wear makeup Maybe 3-4 times a week if you're lucky. My hair is generally pulled back into a messy bun and I don't like shopping. As you might have guessed, I am not the epitome of fashion, nor do I seem to qualify as a girl half the time. I prefer comfort and utility to glamour and styl... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Tes the Klutz

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 20:09:42 GMT

Every year on my birthday, I have some kind of injury. Whether it's my chronic knee problem sky rocketing, a pulled tendon or some kind of sprain, I seem to always need doctoring. In the end though, it's not really a stretch. It's now expected of me that I be injured at least 50% of my days because I, Tes, am a klutz. I'd like to start the blame with my forever gangly limbs. I've always been tal... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

My House...part 2

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 02:40:11 GMT

I sit here on the train, absolutely exhausted- both physically and emotionally- and yet I still insist on dragging out unfavourable thoughts. My house...oh lord it was bizarre. Brutal even. I thought it would be okay, I mean I saw it online on Saturday morning, my family room furniture was in the new place, hell I was almost feeling pretty okay about things. Then of course I went to a movie with ... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Thinking 'out loud'

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 20:45:29 GMT

There are some things in the world that I will never understand. How to perform brain surgery. How a cell phone works. How to build an airplane.
That probably wasn't what you were expecting right? Normally, at least I've found, that people don't understand the way other people do things and really the reasons why they do them. But I'm not sure it's always that difficult to explain. Now don't g... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

My House

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 17:28:29 GMT

Living in residence now for over 4 months, I have learned that for years I had taken for granted two important luxuries: couches and vegetables without onions. The second can be written off by an overstock of onions in our cafeteria, but the first is something I didn' t think I would miss as much as I do. Just think about it though, you come in after a long day, you kick off your sho... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Pretty or Not

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 17:27:39 GMT

Am I pretty?
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am.
Will the boys like me?
Of course, sure, yup.
Is my hair right? Is my skin soft? Do I smell like flowers and...whatever beautiful people are supposed to smell like?
My self-assurance ends with those final questions. I am eleven, right in the middle of those awkward years, getting ready for my first middle school dance.
I grew up in a suburb of... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

A Letter from the Past

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 06:03:23 GMT

What have I done?
I have turned something so trivial into something so huge.
But it wasn’t trivial to you, it was already huge.
What an ignorant bastard I was.
And now, now I lose the one I love.
Now I lose everything that you are because I am stupid. I am dumb.
I love you.
I won’t ever not love you.
And I ask myself 10 times a minute how could I do this to you?
How could I hurt the on... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

My beauty secret

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:59:54 GMT

My beauty secret is a flawless one.
My beauty secret doesn't cost a thing.
My beauty secret is all natural.
My beauty secret can be used at anytime.
My beauty secret is specialized per person.
My beauty secret cleanses the face like no other.
My beauty secret is very precise.
My beauty secret is 300 tears, day in, day out.
Am I beautiful yet?... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

A conversation with a blog

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:23:06 GMT

I need someone to talk to.
Can I talk to you?
Thank you so much, it's just...everything in life is going wrong. It's so hard here. The work, the timing, the scheduling, all of my failures....I've certainly had my fair share of those in the past few weeks. I can't even do what I'm supposedly amazing at.
No, there comes a time where you just can't ignore outside judgement.
Oh fuck, I'm crying ag... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Wishful Thinking

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:05:07 GMT

It's again that I feel lost, that I feel like I am climbing through a thick fog that strangles me with every breath. The flashes of clarity escape as quickly as the appeared, leaving me desparate for anything. I wish I was better. I wish I was right. I wish I was ok.

Wishful thinking.

And I escape. I leave my body, I have no need for it. Except for my hands. My hands always come with me, the... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Second helpings

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 04:46:18 GMT

I sit here and it's black.
I reach out; there's nothing around me but the hard concrete floor around me.
I call out, "Hello?" but my words are muffled as if I was in a thickly padded cell.
I hear a stone scrape as it slides from far above me.
I look up and see a little spec of light shining into a white-golden beam to just in front of me.
"Hey! HEY!" I shout, but the ghosts of darkness con... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]

Techonological twist

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:54:47 GMT

My father and I have always had a bit of a twisted relationship. I know he loves me, I know he is proud of me, but needless to say, a friendship between a teenage girl and her dad can be trying at times. When I was little, I didn't know a lot about what was going on in his life. My dad was there, he paid for my education at an all girls private school, he had his occasional appointment, but he nev... [Original Post on MyItThings.com]