Tuesday, April 29, 2008

(This is the result of a "love poem" prompt from my creative writing class. You may also notice that I have used some of these sentences and ideas in other places, I think finally I've come with some place to put them for now. Still needs some work, but yeah.)

The Generic Love Poem, Kully Style

Suddenly all filled up with gold on a windy summer day
The song of a whale played on the breeze

But now the heat is fading
Autumn reaches for an amber crown

I sit here quiet as a cup
Still grasping for limbs of the abstract

But my thoughts subside with whispers and stars
And the rain comes down hard

And my the square hole in my cave
Is my only light, a crowded light.

All I can remember is the way you looked at me.
I tried to hide, but I couldn’t and I didn’t want to.

You always say things exactly the way need to be said,
Not the way I want expected, and it’s perfect.

It is funny how you think that’s it,
That there are no more safe arms to hide in,
but they are all around you.

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Monday, April 28, 2008

after 11...
i hate night time...and i dread 11

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Sunday, April 27, 2008

Words and Music by Ben Watt
"Get Me" - preformed by Everything But The Girl

I never thought I'd grow up so fast so far.
To know yourself is to let yourself be loved.

And I want to be addicted,
I want to be secure,
I want to wake up after the night before,
but do you ever get me?

Do you ever get me?

I'll press your hand against my face,
weaken my resistance.
I'll pull the sheets over our heads,
let the broken sky break above our heads.

And I want to be addicted,
I want to be secure,
I want to wake up after the night before,
but do you get me?

Do you ever get me?

Shower me with affection and I'll return in kind.
I have no hidden motive, I am blind.

I'm a stone inside a box,
I'm a spring inside a clock,
you can wear me on your wrist
and I'll tell you things ten thousand times,
but do you ever get me?

Do you ever get me?

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t's starting to hurt again, being alone up here. hurts a lot...

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I want someone to run their fingers through my hair, and kiss my skin...and say they can't get enough of me.

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Saturday, April 26, 2008

I'm extra home sick today. I feel like I'm missing out on so much, and no matter how much homework I do or who I hang out with, it doesn't seem to help. I suddenly realize how much I miss the companionship of a relationship. Meaning someone you can do mundane crap with, and I'm increasingly sad that I cannot be the person who fills that spot for Jordan. I cannot get bored with hanging out with my significant other, and that is precisely the reason I'm super comfortable around one all the time, and not interested in anything other then the exclusiveness of one relationship.

Fair warning, any posts for the next two weeks will probably be filled with a lot of crap caused by hormones.

I dyed my hair red again, and I look like the little mermaid, no joke.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

So there are lotsa different ways to think about time...but if I think about the time between now and home in this sense, it seems to feel like no time at all:

So I have three weekends till I go home, and on the fourth weekend I am graduating and moving out! AND one of those first three weekends, I will be on a mini-break field trip to Chico for CGS!

So needless to say that's pretty groovy. I guess this afternoon I started get all stroppy about it. I felt like stamping my feet and screaming "i want to go home now waaaaa!".

On another note....(yay for not starting the damn paragraph with 'so') I am reading a book about William Smith, the father of Geology called The Map That Changed The World" by Simon Winchester. I'm actually supremely interested in the geology in general as of recently, but for some reason I just want to inhale the book instead of reading it. I think that has to do with my 'strop'. Anyway, if I were an aspiring student, I might have liked geology as a major. However sometimes we geographers get the term "lazy geologists", because many times we study the same thing, but we skip out on all the hardcore science. We like to dilly dally around with people, and the shit that grows out of the rocks and dirt. Geologists would prefer the earth to be completely empty of such surface features, in order to read it's beautiful history, and present crunching and cracking... Also on a rather different note, I seem to have a crush an immediate crush on anyone who is into earth science, earth process. Jordan fits nicely in that selection of people.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

I'm not really as down as I was a couple weeks ago. The paranoia is gone, I feel a little bit more secure. However, I have a deep longing feeling for something that seems too faraway, because I'm right in the middle of point A and B. It's like crossing the ocean, you forget what shore you left over time, and you are excited for what is ahead, but you have no idea what it looks like, or if its what you imagined or remembered. I haven't cried. I haven't really had much time, thank god things started to pick up, I seem to function better in a crunch time situation.

It's interesting to me that people ask me for advice, confide in me their intimate relationship details, that I really could care nothing about. Yet another aspect of Spring I hate...

I miss my red hair sooo much.

Sometimes I wonder if my philosophies on life have changed so dramatically compared to two three years ago. I watched American Beauty the other day, and was reminded of a post I made in relation to some of the stuff in it. Curiously it's in the month of April 2005.

"I forgot where it all started. Where the spark actually came from, I know where it burned, still burns and glows sometimes fading in and out like the sun through the leaves in the forest. And then we watch American Beauty, and although its just a movie, it reminds me of that first step that I took of a staircase that went up and down and spiraled out of control. And then it tapers out to a straight path- the keystone so that everything can smooth out like paper and that is when you see the beauty. I have always been looking for it since. American Beauty, The Thin Red Line and The Secret Life of Bees remind me that I need to keep looking for it, even on the jagged parts of the path, where you seem to be climbing a ladder or falling down where the land suddenly drops away. If I can keep this as a reminder folded up in my mind perhaps I could keep myself going more effortlessly, learn how to fly over those misshapen steps. But there never a going to be a perfect way of walking, you can never really be as stable and uncompromised mentally as you might think. Unless you lived a thousand years, because this lifespan does not give us enough time to be wise, things will always come along that you are not ready for, you have not prepared for and you will have to battle and cry or laugh and love and then above all learn and grow. Help those who come next.

I guess I am trying to say that this is where my spectrum of emotion that I am always talking about comes from. I want to feel it all to its fullest extent, and so now I devote my heart entirely to the things I have a passion for. The things and people I love. I do not know if I am alone in this, and I wonder if I will ever find someone who feels the same great tug towards some light that I do. If I would ever find them if they were out there. But perhaps and now that I think about it, obviously everyone lives differently and sees the world, approaches it uniquely. That in itself is beautiful."
It's good to note this was before James, when I was quite fresh in the world. I'm pretty sure I'm cynical, 100 times more negative about everything. I generally think the worst, and believe it. It's kind of like I've lost hope, and dropped a lot of my idealism. I was literally gutted of all that, and now I'm an empty shell, or like I've said a blank wall. My general philosophy is similar, but it doesn't apply to me on the same level. There is so much beauty in the world, and I see it, but now I cry because I'm needy and anxious. And I am needy and anxious, because I don't have any substance left, Or worse perhaps I'm not doing what I'm want...

However now when I try to think of what I was like in 2005, I don't know if I really felt whole back then either. I don't think I've felt whole in my entire life. There's always this negative thorn jabbing away at my utopia.

When someone asked me, and I may have posted this earlier, what would make me happy? I answered, going home, seeing Jordan, and going a ridiculously long vacation, guh to travel, without all my stupidity. Leaving all my junk behind and just seeing...

Thus I am left longing for home so much it hurts. But now I am worried, like I said, that this middle point has left me in a place with no direction or memory. Everything I want, and remember is like a ghost.

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Friday, April 18, 2008

blehhhhhh everyone is twitterpated cause of spring, i forgot what humboldt county is like. everyone finds a new person in some fashion. anyway the point is i'm so sick of hearing my roommates making out in the kitchen, having sex on the other side of my thin walls, and generally running around being all smiley and completely smitten. BAH can time go any slower...

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Blondie
I love myself; I want you to love me
When I feel down; I want you above me
I search myself; I want you to find me
I forget myself; I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
Ooh I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me come runnin'
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughin'
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees; I'd do anything for you

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch myself
ahh ohh i don't want anybody else
oh no oh on oh no yeah

I watched Austin Powers, and true to my nature over the past few weeks, I'm horny as hell, which I don't usually post on my blog, ut imacuatlly quitedrunk. guh i miiss jordan...

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

HOLY MOLY I GRADUATE IN ONE MONTH...

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Today's the day my WoW account expired, and because I've been expelled from all social activities related to the people I knew on my server, and I don't have the cash to transfer to another, I guess it really is over. What the hell am I going to do with my down time... See I am filling up hours with school work, more so then I have before, but I am still finding open spaces where WoW is a good filler, and now that will not be a choice anymore, what am I going to do!?

SO I'm trying to shrug off the panicked feeling I have, by telling myself I could go to the gym more often...but really I'm just terrified of my boredom striking me down! If I had all the money in the world, I would rent movies all day, pay for gas and go to the beach or hikes, go to shows...but really in the end I realize a measly $15 a month, kept me from extreme anti-socialness and from spending money I don't have going out! What a silly predicament.

I find myself looking forward to the weekend I go to Chico, because after that it will be a down hill spring to moving home. But its still two weekends away. Also I find myself almost bursting out of my skin I want Jordan to touch me so badly, goddamn raging teenage hormones still haunting me.

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

oh sweet jeeezes it's too faraway!!!!!!!! gimmie a time machine.

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i dont like that almost every night this week, ive gotten into bed, freezing cold, crying and ultimately a mess. with the recent transfer, it can only mean even less contact with jordan. with my account expiring, even less human interaction as a whole. i can already feel next week, taking me by the neck with extreme loneliness and dragging me across the hard concrete. i know it sounds emo, i know its dramatic. but its true. i feel like im slipping. i had a couple good days, but morning and evenings are the worst. i can hardly stand it. sometimes i am so curious to know how much he misses me. i guess it silly, and writing this could cause some kind of reaction, but i've never been one to hide what im really feeling. i guess in these dreary lonely hours, i turn into a sappy romantic, wanting him to say oh i miss you all the time. Or maybe i've been a sap this whole time, and ive been fooling myself. its all a result of extreme lack of physical contact and comfort of having someone important around me, decline in communication or interaction is probably a better word, and the sudden increase in stress, being stood up for the millionth time in four years, and general want to be with my damn boy, in a place that is not here.

In order to counter act this I've written down all the things I want to do, discover, have, love, etc. that are feasible in the near future.
-Jordan
-relax, and try to just live for once without any extreme responsibilities. no more damn due dates.
-get job[s] save money, something to do with interpreting, travel, tour etc.
-go on a really really long vacation/travel trip, hopefully new zealand and australia
-go to yellowstone
-internship with sca? park interpreter perhaps? landscape and place analysis
-figure out where i could see myself, living, working. is it in the US? do I even want to be in a place static? or would i be more suited to be moving around a lot, at least at first.
These are the things I need to FIND OUT and i need to live them to do it.

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Past the first post, I actually had an extremely better day. Maybe my shaky hormones turned off. But I know that I love Jordan, guh I miss him so much, I wonder if he misses me as much. Two beers can get me drunk. Things are never as bad as they seem, and tomorrow I'll probably revert. Did I say I miss Jordan, and can't wait to come home? Things are going to get done, time is going to move by, and I will be there.

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It's amazing when you find out that other people lives are going just as shitty as your own. I don't like to compare one persons problems to another, I think everyone's personal issues way heavily on them, even if they don't seem as trying. I don't know I guess it's comforting to know that Aleisha is in the same boat as me. We're both being pushed to our limits. Her over commitment to, and incredible love for outside school related activities is creating a lot of angst in school. She says anytime she's in class, or doing work for school, the levels of depression, stress and anxiety rise so much that all she wants to do is scream, drop it all and ultimately get the hell away. Same here.

For me, I wake in the morning, my arms are tingly and someone is pressing so heavily on my chest, coating it in sticky cold oil, that I can hardly breathe. I manifest crazy hypotheses about stuff, based around heightened over analyzing and paranoia. Olga says just to calm down, and helps me to realize I'm completely insane. She said, do what you need to do to make it right. My answer was seeing someone familiar, or not being here. I am absolutely dying for to see familiar faces, my psychosis completely drops ten levels, when I am in the company of someone I know. If I'm left at home, in my room everything starts to fill up again. Today, in weight training, I probably pushed my body too hard, because I wanted to relieve some of the physical symptoms. It sort of worked, but now I can't walk down stairs without my knees shaking.

SO I'm trying to push through by doing various school shit, forcing myself through bull crap I hardly even care about anymore, hoping to god it all gets done, wishing it would all just be over, and praying for someone to rescue me from myself. But alas that person is me, no one else. I need to find a way to completely remove myself from needing other people to make me feel better about myself. But I don't think I can do that, considering thats always been me. So I'm left waiting and hoping that someone will say something, sometimes they do, but its like a fleeting moment of stability, before I dive right back into, practically picking up my room and leaving right then and there.

Today, I called Aleisha, and said, please can I just be in the vicinity of you. I need to not be alone, even if we don't talk...so here I am at her house...enjoying a respite.

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Monday, April 7, 2008

Let me make this clear, and I think mostly for myself I mean. What I am jealous of, is based on attention. BUT not because I want everyone to stay home and talk online to me for hours, but because I cannot participate in any of the activities that I am missing out on because I am here. To be honest, I would rather the social aspect for him especially, because it is so healthy. Here I am at the end of my four years at school with only one or two good friends to show for it. I spend so much time in the cart lab seeking human contact, so much time in my living room waiting for time to go by. I talked to my mother about this, and she said "you're like me, you're a recluse, you love attention but you don't go looking for it." Bleh. So I've worked myself into a childish grumpy anxious jealous state of mind, that when nudged the wrong way, acts like a stupid face. I think that's why I would rather just avoid talking about the whole subject, babbling on complaining about "woe is me", because it is soooo stupid. But I'm hyper sensitive to anyone doing something I cannot be involved in because I am here. So here I am, spending hours and hours doing homework, which I have never done before, thinking that if I do it, time will some how go faster, I'll feel more productive, and ultimately outweigh my stupidness. It's not working however. So I have to hide as much of this as I can from people, in order for them not to become annoyed with me.

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1) I hate hormones
2) Moms know best
3) I'm crazy
4) I'm always wrong
5) I'm excited to move home
6) I was surprised when I realized I would miss the Humboldt Rain
7) I'm writing a story, its 16 pages so far...I'm in shock, and its content is embarrassing in a nerdy way
8) I miss Jordan, what else is new....
9) Having a good cry helps
10) Everything will be alright

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

i've been on the verge of crying all day.

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Thursday, April 3, 2008

I am still bothered my uncertain future, and my lack of security financially, but I've been spending a lot more time easing myself in to hard core work at school, so that hopefully by the end, nothing will have piled up too drastically. I think I'll come through okay, we shall see.

Today I missed Jordan a lot more then usual. I'm not sure why. It's so strange talking to him on vent, because the image I have associated with him, is one that I created before I met him in real life, so oddly enough I feel like I'm in love with two people, which is ultimately okay in this situation, because it's the same person. I don't know how confusing that may have sounded, but I assure you I only mean that as a whole, anything related to Jordan, I miss. In all the empty in between times today, I pondered what was supposed to fill these moments up. Oh yeah a boy friend, and mine is too faraway for the time being. So QQ and all that.

Anyway I don't really have much to report except that I am excited and stressed for upcoming things in my life. I only hope I can keep my head up.

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