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wild-blue-yonder — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 19:11:33 -0500

This is excellent!

ARGH!

wild-blue-yonder — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 23:31:51 -0500

Okay so one of my friends from back in ninth grade JUST GOT ENGAGED.
I don't know how to process this information.
Engaged? Really??? She is almost EXACTLY MY AGE.
I feel... old...

Primitive

wild-blue-yonder — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 18:58:26 -0500

Some people use the word primitive
but that reminds me of a song
by a band my dad likes
and I do not.
This is unfortunate because primitive would be a good word
for what I feel when I stand in the cold
and try to take in the blackness out there
which is impossible really, because
there are stars
and I never did get the Tao Te Ching anyway

lazy days are the nicest days. . . sometimes

wild-blue-yonder — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:15:54 -0500

I said something dumb today, and my friend justified it by saying I was 2% blonde.

This is news to me.

Apparently, I have unexplainable blonde highlights in the hair just behind my ears. The rest is orange. I am surprised I haven’t noticed this before.

. . .

If you are a fencer. . .

wild-blue-yonder — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 21:31:04 -0500

. . . please add this to the list of things not to say to the bi chick who has a crush on you:

“Kelsey stabbed me in the boob three times yesterday . . . look!”

Do you come to Oasis mainly for the journals, or the forums?

wild-blue-yonder — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 02:27:30 -0500

* Journals\n* Forums\n* Both equally\n* \n* \n

Thanksgiving

wild-blue-yonder — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 17:16:59 -0500

The picture of the two of them so young
in a place they’ve since forgotten
still makes sense even though there is something missing from his blood
and we have to clean our hands every time we touch the spoons.
When a story in the paper is contained in a living room
with cats under the table and cherries in a blue bowl,
it’s easy to smile about other things
and wear bright sweaters

ARGH.

wild-blue-yonder — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:42:46 -0500

I am not pleased that when I woke up this morning, I was both a) all cozy in bed with Trey and b) ending a dream in which I tripped Marie’s boyfriend, accidentally-on-purpose, because I was mad at him as always for dating her and “keeping her straight.”

okaaaaay . . .

wild-blue-yonder — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 15:03:55 -0500

This is interesting.

People from the Westborough Baptist Church are flying in from Kansas to protest at our school’s production of “The Laramine Projects,” a series of monologues put on by the GSA relating to the Matthew Shepard tragedy. I think this is absolutely ridiculous. I mean, really?

Their website is godhatesfags.com. I am not even kidding.

to our new President:

wild-blue-yonder — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 00:24:20 -0500

Rosa sat so Martin could walk.
Martin walked, so Obama could run.
Obama is running, so our children can fly!

. . . . .

I hope this is true.

I'm proud of Virginia tonight!

10:27 on a monday night

wild-blue-yonder — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 22:27:52 -0500

I am confused.

I read through all my journals and I’m like, fuck.

What is wrong with me.

. . . . .

my mind is blown...

wild-blue-yonder — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 23:19:32 -0400

I just watched the Phantom of the Opera for the first time.

DAMN.

realization

wild-blue-yonder — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:19:01 -0400

Damn it.

I’m realizing something.

Lesson

wild-blue-yonder — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 23:50:21 -0400

First your jacket.
More like a flowing dress it brushed your ankles
amazing me that I could feel the softness from so far away.
Then the footsteps:
that a living soul was inside the sketch of you.
At last the iridescent freckles sprinkled, glittering,
on the curve of your face under your eyes
whose color I could not quite catch.

The impossible has come back to haunt me.

wild-blue-yonder — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 18:37:59 -0400

My high school sweetheart. Even after all those years of sitting and waiting and wishing I don’t know what to do.

I never knew it then. At best the truth was just sad fantasies, back then. I had no idea it was real. Everything I wished for – her – I was so close to having, and I had no idea.

* Cue the irony. *