January 2010
Today I am Boris Karloff.
Sometimes, I’ll admit, at bored moments when I’m daydreaming and shouldn’t be held strictly responsible for my thoughts, I find myself pretending I’m other people.
My Pokemon Bring All The Nerds To The Yard
megandear:
And They’re like “you wanna trade cards?” Damn right, I wanna trade cards. I can beat you, cause I’ve got Charzard.
BAM! PWND.
Oh, this is just… ridiculously awesome.
Check 'Yes' or 'No'.
What ever happened to secret admirers? Are they just stalkers now? If you notice someone, if you pay too much attention, that’s weird. All of a sudden you’re that person who sits on the bench in the mall, right in front of the store where they work and stares inside all day. Or, worse, you’re the person who keeps going in. You’re the guy or girl with the Orange Julius who...
I will remember & you will forget.
I like writing letters. I like the permanence of it, the fact that a recipient can look back and see what I said, what someone wanted them to know. It won’t fade under new words the way things do after a telephone call, after a late night kiss under a streetlight. It doesn’t have the magic of a smile, or the sound of laughter in your lover’s voice. But those are the parts of...
I have a hankering for some French toast.
Me: I enjoy the fact that we never talked to each other at Basha, but now we (kinda?) do.
Steven: Yeah, why is that?
Me: Hmm… I’m not sure.
Steven: Yeah, but I knew who you were and thought you were different in a good way and it always intrigued me.
Me: Really? What could’ve led you to be so mistaken?
Steven: Shut up! No, I always thought it was cool how you, you were. If...
Make sure you listen for the doorbell.
I’m not someone who will flaunt their emotions, and will usually try and hide deep in my pores that something can actually upset me. I usually treat most of what I feel like mugshots that plaster themselves onto my thoughts; serving as reminders for those times that require me to handcuff myself to my pen to be able to write down my vulnerablities and not be ashamed of it. I don’t...
I don't mean what I say when I do.
Perhaps, it is that flexible concept that defines relationships and how they develop, maybe you need to not be with someone in order to love them properly. Maybe it is just a shitty old world and you gotta accept love anyway it comes to you. With me, I usually only ever get love in small portions or in abnormal or conditional ways that never stay too long. Do I like it like that…who knows....
titanic
Mario: so do you think anything will top the Titanic?
Me: considering it sunk to the bottom of the ocean..yes yes I do.
Mario: haha I meant charts wise
Me: I don't know, but I'd wanna top her charts if you know what I mean. (Points to girl) I'd like to sink her Titanic.
Mario: Eww..and stop cheating on Justine.
I will only allow you to cheat, so long as she is a chart topping hit.
"Listen to the girl as she takes on half the...
Nick: …It’s mostly because I’m poor.
Me: As am I. But, come on! I’m going to California to write with basically no money in my bank account.
Nick: Yeah. But you have insane writing skills, Justine.
Me: Awwwwww! Why thank you, haha.
Nick: I’m serious. You could be a novelist.
Me: I’m not even going to put a ‘haha’. Well, that there is the...
I'm about as natural as my intentions.
I like watching movies, a whole lot. And not just watching mindlessly to pass the time, but to where you see the actor perfectly say the lines it took him months to memorize, and notice the way he brushes his arm to fleck off the lingering lint from his sweater; to look down and wonder if anything is on your own sleeve. Or to take note of the cameras and sound crew that are capturing a tender...
how things turn from innoccent to raunchy in half...
Justine: pelvic thrusts are mine and megan's dance move of choice.
Me: especially when I'm shaped like a pillow.
Justine; girl, you know I'm all about that cushion
Me: this doesn't come as a surprise. You seemed pretty turned on by my slutty pillow dance.
Justine: well, can you blame me? You were like my marshmallow, and your dance moves were the fire. The longer you danced, the hotter you got. And I just wanted to be the graham cracker to your toasty goodness
Me: well...considering you banged your head against my wall from laughing so hard, I gotta give you props. You can be my graham cracker and I will be your marshmallow: white and fluffy with a warm ooey ggoey center ;) careful! Don't get me all over your face. I'm pretty wet and sticky ;)
Justine: mmm..you taste so good in my mouth.
Role Call: Kierkegaard? "Here!"
*Joseph: “I just find it hard to believe that everything is predetermined. It’s too contrived to buy into.”
Me: Yes, I guess I’m meeting you halfway with this one.
Joseph: “Halfway? Care to elaborate?”
Me: Yeah. I don’t know, I was going to pull the whole, “I’m too tired to explain” aspect, but. Even though I am it’d just be a...
If you can't be a good example,
you have an obligation to be a horrible warning.
Africalifornia
Justine: And I realized, I am Hyde, and you are my Eric Foreman.
Me: And why am I Eric?
Justine: Because. Your parents practically adopt me, I still go over to your house long after you leave to Africalifornia.
Our blind affection is dealt with through staring...
Thomas: “I’m going to throw my coffee at your face, Justine.”
Andrew: “If you do, I seriously won’t hesitate punching you for it.”
Thomas: (Laughs) “I was only kidding! I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Me: I know you wouldn’t.
Andrew: “Good,” (Looks at me) “Why would you want to ruin such a beautiful face.”
Later...
“Ma’ams, madames, ms’ and misses. Lips thin or ample, barrels of...”
– Arthur Nersesian (Manhattan Loverboy)
It's 6:18 a.m at night.
When I was little, I used to sing at night. I remember my stepfather, night after night yelling, “Stop singing. Go to sleep.” I just sang more quietly. Eight years old, with the blanket wrapped under my feet, sealing me in and protecting me, singing whatever songs I could remember in the dark. In the middle of the night, when I am half asleep and I don’t know what is real and...
It was the Star Wars talk that did it.
I’m still thinking about cute bookworm that smiled at me earlier tonight. Just the fact that I ogled him, and did the whole casual-look-in-his-direction maneuver. Just knowing that he stopped reading his book to look up and listen to my conversation. I acted coy, put on that nonchalant show of laughing more than I would’ve normally cared to, trying to be cute. Holding Alynne’s...
I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress...
I’ll be okay in that moment when I’m being cooed into an exhale. But it’s when all of those little moments are strung together where I find myself dangling from the unkept spaces in between. Where my head and heart fall repeatedly after each other. Keeping it all together can be hard. Especially when all those moments become loose, and scatter. And it’s in that one moment,...
I could be a fool:
Almost every writer thinks they’re doing exceptional work.
That’s normal.
Being a fool is normal.
Then I get out of bed, find a piece of paper
and start writing again.