I ain't spell checkin this, so screw you if I spelled something wrong
Hmmm, yes. I am equally fascinated by the news that Adele and I have a stalker. Hello, boy! Yes, you. The one who has never met me but reads all of my posts religiously, hoping to glean a piece of information in the desperate hope that it will yield a bit of truth about Adele's life. It's nice not to have to bear the heavy load of a stalker for once. And don't be afraid, little stalker. We like you just as you are.
My neck is now numb. Time for sleep. I'm up to page 13.5. I got to page 10, then went downstairs and watched ER. I used to wonder, whenever I would go to lectures from famous writers, why it is that everyday, they only wrote about 3-4 hours. I understand now. It is physically impossible to sit down at a computer and write for more than 5 hours without your body going numb and your eyes twitching.
I just want to be a rockstar
I just want to get paid
I just want to be a rockstar
I just want to get laid
I have the suspicion that, like my mother, I will always be stuck in between the crazy and delightful world of the not-quite-grown-up, and the mature, resposible world of my father. Playing the part of the bohemian eccentric only holds my interest for so long. I get very bored with my image, and I like to change it up a lot. I get the sneaking suspicion, however, that my need for change makes me pathetic in some way, like I have no personality. I think my core is the same, but my layers change. Its a lot like the fact that different impurities make different kinds of quartz; its all quartz, just different colors.
I have to hopscotch around my room to get from the bed to the door to the desk. I need to clean.
My old roommate stopped by today. She was telling me about body piercings, which was wicked cool. Apparently, this Kim K. girl or whoever has the following piercings:
1) Various ear related piercings
2) Upper lip
3) 8 down her spine
4) Her clevage (subsequently removed when she realized boys now had an excuse to stare at her breasts)
5) Her hood (two comments: OUCH! and WHY? wait, don't tell me)
6) 2 nipple piercings per breast (one horizental, one vertical, making a cross shape)
This does not strike me as the kind of girl who has her life quite figured out. This does, however, sound like the kind of name dropping princess who would name drop music genres like "grindcore" and "scremo". She sounds like the art crowd I hung out with in highschool. All painters. And all who have seen "The Decline of Western Civilization" know what I think of painters.
I dreamed about water again last night. But instead of being in a flooded city, like I was earlier, I was in the middle of an ocean. I had to dive to the bottom to look for something. I came back, but the boy I was with didn't. I think he wanted to stay and look at the sea turtles.
What makes you hot?
Something that you want
but you haven't got
Isn't it that way
just a game to play
The numbness is spreading to my fingers. I should sign off.
In related news, I found a corset for $62, marginally better than the one Victoria Secret was offering for $78. But the question remains, do I spend that much money for an artricle of clothing that few people will ever see? Surely I can mix and match it with something....
You can take the girl out of the goth, but you can't take the goth out of the girl. The strange thing is, I've been macabre and dark and weird ever since I can remember. But considering what my first memories are of, thats not really shocking. Don't tell anyone, but when I was 4, I saw a monster under my bed. It had green eyes. When I yelled for mom and dad, it had disappeared. Where do those monsters go?
Maybe they crawl inside you. Maybe they never leave.
I used to know a girl...
she had two pierced nipples
and a black tattoo
I can hear them talking in the
real world
but they don't understand that
I'm happy in hell
with my heroin girl
I am losing myself in a
white-trash hell
lost inside a heroin girl
--Everclear
Hmmm, yes. I am equally fascinated by the news that Adele and I have a stalker. Hello, boy! Yes, you. The one who has never met me but reads all of my posts religiously, hoping to glean a piece of information in the desperate hope that it will yield a bit of truth about Adele's life. It's nice not to have to bear the heavy load of a stalker for once. And don't be afraid, little stalker. We like you just as you are.
My neck is now numb. Time for sleep. I'm up to page 13.5. I got to page 10, then went downstairs and watched ER. I used to wonder, whenever I would go to lectures from famous writers, why it is that everyday, they only wrote about 3-4 hours. I understand now. It is physically impossible to sit down at a computer and write for more than 5 hours without your body going numb and your eyes twitching.
I just want to be a rockstar
I just want to get paid
I just want to be a rockstar
I just want to get laid
I have the suspicion that, like my mother, I will always be stuck in between the crazy and delightful world of the not-quite-grown-up, and the mature, resposible world of my father. Playing the part of the bohemian eccentric only holds my interest for so long. I get very bored with my image, and I like to change it up a lot. I get the sneaking suspicion, however, that my need for change makes me pathetic in some way, like I have no personality. I think my core is the same, but my layers change. Its a lot like the fact that different impurities make different kinds of quartz; its all quartz, just different colors.
I have to hopscotch around my room to get from the bed to the door to the desk. I need to clean.
My old roommate stopped by today. She was telling me about body piercings, which was wicked cool. Apparently, this Kim K. girl or whoever has the following piercings:
1) Various ear related piercings
2) Upper lip
3) 8 down her spine
4) Her clevage (subsequently removed when she realized boys now had an excuse to stare at her breasts)
5) Her hood (two comments: OUCH! and WHY? wait, don't tell me)
6) 2 nipple piercings per breast (one horizental, one vertical, making a cross shape)
This does not strike me as the kind of girl who has her life quite figured out. This does, however, sound like the kind of name dropping princess who would name drop music genres like "grindcore" and "scremo". She sounds like the art crowd I hung out with in highschool. All painters. And all who have seen "The Decline of Western Civilization" know what I think of painters.
I dreamed about water again last night. But instead of being in a flooded city, like I was earlier, I was in the middle of an ocean. I had to dive to the bottom to look for something. I came back, but the boy I was with didn't. I think he wanted to stay and look at the sea turtles.
What makes you hot?
Something that you want
but you haven't got
Isn't it that way
just a game to play
The numbness is spreading to my fingers. I should sign off.
In related news, I found a corset for $62, marginally better than the one Victoria Secret was offering for $78. But the question remains, do I spend that much money for an artricle of clothing that few people will ever see? Surely I can mix and match it with something....
You can take the girl out of the goth, but you can't take the goth out of the girl. The strange thing is, I've been macabre and dark and weird ever since I can remember. But considering what my first memories are of, thats not really shocking. Don't tell anyone, but when I was 4, I saw a monster under my bed. It had green eyes. When I yelled for mom and dad, it had disappeared. Where do those monsters go?
Maybe they crawl inside you. Maybe they never leave.
I used to know a girl...
she had two pierced nipples
and a black tattoo
I can hear them talking in the
real world
but they don't understand that
I'm happy in hell
with my heroin girl
I am losing myself in a
white-trash hell
lost inside a heroin girl
--Everclear
posted by Mary at
1:49 AM
