lately

4/4/2010

Sorry I didn't leave any new posts this weekend. It was a long weekend. Don't fucking judge me. Fuck.

Anyway, Saturday was nice because I spent all day out of my shoddy campus and it was gorgeous outside. My skin is getting less yellow. My body hurts because I dance to much, and I dance horribly. I'm a disgrace to my culture.

Back to Saturday, Ari, Jesus, Diana, Jorge, Chez, and I (later to be joined by Jeanie) went to target to get thingz for our livinz. So while we were there we got followed around by a ton of security and employees. Imagine that racial profiling of a group of 6 (Jeanie wasnt there at the time) people of color. Odd isnt it? Well, it was funny at least. After that we were hungry and rushing to the bus because we wanted to eat in North Hampton. This is were we found Jeanie! which was awesome, so we got on the bus and went to eat burritos which was great because the food at this school is fucking disgusting. So when we were done we had an hour and a half to wait until the bus would come. Guess what we did?

We played games for children in a park for crack addicts: Simon says, Freeze tag, Hide and go seek, Red light Green light, and of course we spent a nice amount of that time commiting all types of fuckery.

It was pretty epic.

Today Jesus, Justin and I went to North Hampton again and walked around for hours, which was great as the sun was shining and all of that lame overrated shit.

When i got back to campus, everything sucked. Because thats what this life sucking campus does.

I was wasted on Friday, I don't recall most of it.

Yesterday I came to the conclusion that I hate everything and I'm a bitter cynical bitch incapable of love.

That's cool by me.

I should be doing homework right now.

Bye.

Hopeing

Right now I'm hoping that Sasha gets her fishie, and doesn't kill it.
I'm hoping that tomorrow is a good day, and that I don't do anything to stupid.
That's enough of that bullshit.
It was so sunny outside today, I stayed outside and got sun drunk.
I mean its not nearly as good as my typical drunk but eh beggars cant be chooser's right?
No classes today, which was awesome. I mean that's what college is all about right?
I really dislike people and the way rooms smell when they spend way to much time in them.
Its like a festering stench disease. That's why I don't breathe through my nose anymore. Its almost always disgusting.
Unless I happen to be close to someone I really like. All of my friends smell good. Like ciggs, shampoo and soap.
Or maybe it's just some strange friend bias that I have. Maybe in all reality my friends fucking stink.
Today I decide that my reason for existing is to destroy all sea monsters.
I'll become a real life beast slayer and go down in history. People will hang pictures of me on their walls and every time they gaze upon my regal face they will shed a tear and say "That brave slayer of underwater beasts"
That's when I sneak up behind them and say "You had better shed more then one tear bitch, because let me tell you I pretty much pissed myself every time I looked at one of those sick nasty beasts"
Then my grateful followers will fall to their knees, shake their fists at the gods and cry for hours before curling up into fetal position energy depleted.

Mmmm Tea.

So, I'm sitting here in Saga (Saga is the college's dinning commons) drinking tea and doing homework.
By doing homework I mean doing nothing other then stressing out and drinking tea.
Its cold outside, but not raining.
Massachusetts is still a swamp.
Last night was a shit fest. Like shit hit the fan and splattered all over the place. I haven't been able go anywhere that the horrid stench is not attempting to murder me with its pretty much invincible stench wrath.
Oh God, my tea taste fucking awesome.
It smells only slightly like shit and mostly like honey, which I love.
I miss Tucson. Tucson smells like shit to, in a different way, a way that brings to my attention feelings of sweet shit scented nostalgia.
This morning I woke up and looked in the mirror, do you know what I saw?
It was not fucking P Diddy.
What you can't think of anything else? Okay I'll tell you because you look so good begging me on your knees, crying like that.
Well, I saw myself, looking like absolute shit.
I have officially blended in with my shit splattered habitat.
Awesome.

Goddammit Sasha.

Its raining, again for the third day in a row,
Massachusetts is a swamp.
I'm sitting on a bed with two queer guys who are playing WOW,
this is what my life has come down to.
It's a typical day and I'm contemplating setting my dorm on fire and turning into that guy who went into the wild.
Or yelling at the various assholes on my campus to take a goddamn shower and choke on their bleeding heart causes.
I spend a lot of my more enjoyable time here thinking about Squirrel's and how much cooler they are then me, and how cool it would be if I could train them to take down all the people I dislike.
Their claws look pretty sharp. I'm pretty sure they could rip out organs...and eat them...or feed them to their Squirrel babies.
I can hear the screams of the unfortunate victims
Its fucking epic.
Welcome to Massachusetts.

When We Were Who We Said We'd Be

The light broke through

the space between the door and the wall,

steady florescent yellow, casting half formed shadows

I forgot the color of the walls.

Our backs faced the door, our hair lit up like halos,

their thin arms, frail and delicate

reached through empty space

The taller girl spoke

“Grab the vanity mirror”

the mirror was propped against the smooth, cool wall

reflecting light, it caught my eye

I lifted the vanity, I heard the bronze skinned girl giggle

I smiled. My lips cracked against my teeth.

the small sharp bones in her elbow moved when she reached towards me

she grabed the mirror.

The tall girl, with skin like alabaster, and hair like strands of obsidian,

reached into her apple red purse

the vanity was placed on a blotchy green garbage can

we smiled, their smiles were huge, teeth like

perfect white lines.

We leaned over our reflections,

distorted, dark

when we lifted our heads back up

our eyes were as big as dying stars.