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final cut is the video editing program we use at school olol. but final cut is also the last editing version of a movie. final is the last thing all in all. final story, final cut. the finals, its an exam. final is the very last o

» Posted By Elena On 03.04.2011 @ 9:49 am


cards are fun. valentines day cards are silly but sweet. cards like the deck kind with kings and queens and stuff are fun too. like, spoons, great game, or whammy. better game. i kinda wish nolan and i would play cards together. or give more cards to each other. omg vday date is on monday. and i have soooo much to do this weekend. math is gonna be gross. and its all before i get to have any more fun.

» Posted By Elena On 02.19.2011 @ 1:10 pm


Ms. Potts welcomed her guest into the formal living room. They exchanged pleasantries and sipped hot tea. Little did her guest know that beneath the same floorboards where he rested his feet, a deranged woman sat trapped. In fact, the veneer of civility that Ms. Potts worked so hard to preserve depended on her ability to keep the hostage in the basement a secret from civil society.

» Posted By Elena On 01.25.2011 @ 9:22 pm


never ending, perduring, forever. And endless love for harry potter, a love that has no bounds. Never ending faith, my faith in God remains endless.

» Posted By elena On 01.20.2011 @ 2:43 pm


I’m sick of writing about summer. this is the third time I’ve had this topic. Can I please have a new one? Thanks! Summer is summer and summer is no school and future disappointment and everything in-between. In Spanish you don’t pronounce ‘v’ so they turn into ‘b’. So vans would be bans.

» Posted By Elena On 01.13.2011 @ 9:06 pm


i am not at all understood. i am perceived as quite shy, when really, I’m quite outgoing. My introversion causes me to not be understood, to be misunderstood, and it’s really getting old.

» Posted By Elena On 11.26.2010 @ 9:10 am


I looked at the sky. I knew he was somewhere. I could feel how close he was. But could not see him.

» Posted By elena On 10.25.2010 @ 4:27 pm

I went to the shore early in the morning. I was alone. The breeze was cold. I was in awe. There he was standing, looking for me, wanting to say a word but he could n´t.

» Posted By elena On 10.25.2010 @ 4:09 pm


it was large, and it was round. your words bounced off of it, empty as the room that surrounded it (surrounded you). there was a metaphor in this somewhere, something to do with sturdiness and emptiness and the state of your heart, but you had neither the time nor desire to figure it out.

» Posted By Elena On 10.19.2010 @ 6:56 pm


I’ve always wanted to travel the moon. Watching it from far away, say, a billion lightyears or so, makes it so pretty. I love the stars around it and trying to find the same consultations over and over again.

» Posted By elena On 08.27.2010 @ 3:35 pm


the leaves rustling
remind me of the fall
which I really wish
would not come at all
can’t it be summer

this endless, joyful summer
of discovery
it’s summer forever in my heart
I will try to make it so

» Posted By Elena On 08.23.2010 @ 11:32 am


save, policeman, gun, parents, home,husband,

» Posted By elena On 07.11.2010 @ 11:45 pm


Trend. Clothing comes in and out of style. I don’t think I’ve ever really considered mysefl a trendy person. I don’t wear clothes that are completely out of fashion I just don’t really care enough to spend all that time and money on something frivolous.

» Posted By Elena On 06.30.2010 @ 11:28 am


fossil. old, ancient, dinosaur, buried, dead, forgotten, history, life ending, heaven, God, truth

» Posted By Elena On 06.28.2010 @ 9:06 am


Liar. A really relative term who decides what a lie is. Are lies of omision still lies? Is it lying to say that you are fine when really you aren’t but don’t want to bother another person with it? Don’t speak liar

» Posted By Elena On 06.27.2010 @ 6:42 pm


Driven. I should be driven to accomplish something in life. Like my organic chem homework. I really should be doing that right now not this. But this is really fun. I am driven sometimes. Does that count?

» Posted By Elena On 06.15.2010 @ 8:48 am


Smiles interesting considering how i am feeling right now in fact i’m crying right now i feel like i am back in high school arguing with my parents about where i can go for the weekend i’m afraid i’m afraid of falling back into my depression i’m afraid of showing what i am feeling

» Posted By Elena On 06.12.2010 @ 7:07 pm


a PRESENT! I like presents. Ok so I have a friend who has been dating this guy for less than me and my boyfriend have been dating which has only been two months and they just got engaged. That is pretty scary

» Posted By Elena On 05.30.2010 @ 9:54 am


Clash when two things don’t get along like a battle or a fight or something. I haven’t been in a lot of fights lately which is a good things. I’ve been quite happy actually which again is a good thing.

» Posted By Elena On 05.24.2010 @ 12:43 pm


Lanterns bring light. Light is important. They illuminate rooms so you don’t trip and fall. Or they can lead you places, like home. Home is where your heart is.

» Posted By Elena On 05.23.2010 @ 11:06 am


There is no sensation like watching the fireflies on a warm summer evening. Tiny baubles of light in the distance, or the not so distant distance, illuminating the night and surrounding the air with a safe, comfortable feeling. As though the sun will never return. As though that’s okay.

» Posted By Elena On 04.30.2010 @ 6:55 pm


I saw the porcelain dolls, sitting on the shelves. Like small obedient children. Most were dressed in floral dresses with large skirts. Their eyes were unnaturally still , and although they did not display any emotion, this made them more horrifying than anything. This also mae them the last thing I ever saw.

» Posted By Elena On 04.27.2010 @ 4:04 pm


I like bongos, I like playing bongos. I once was on a train toward the seaside and there were some poeple near me that were playing ecstatically. I wish I had some bongos right now. Man I would really like to have a band in which to play bongos. It would be so much fun.

» Posted By elena On 04.25.2010 @ 9:24 am


What I had Seen propelled me forward. I couldn’t let this happen. No innocent people were going to die, I swore to myself. But I had never been very good with promises.

» Posted By elena On 04.19.2010 @ 2:22 am


she sat on the balcony waiting to open the letter. she promised herself it would be read when the children were in bed and the neighbors turned off their lights. she wanted solitude, to share those words with no one else.

the balcony was on the seventh story of her apartment building. whatever she read she knew she would inevitably go back inside, pick up the toys from play time, wash the dishes from dinner and go back to bed–alone.

» Posted By elena On 05.11.2009 @ 3:12 pm


why is it always win? ive played this game so many times and its always win. what if i dont want to write about win? what if i want to write about lose? i lose. i lost. i suck at life because i cant do anything right. the description of doing it right is winning, but what if i dont want to win? what id i want to quit school, and find out what i really want to do without wasting $200,000 on high school and another $400,000 on college? i want to find something i love to do and do it, win or lose.

» Posted By elena On 05.06.2009 @ 2:21 pm


It stuck to her face after she fell, but she didn’t care. The road was long. The night was young. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted to see sunlight. The night scares her these days. Not for any paticular reason. It just does. She can’t sleep. She wanders around; looking for something. She doesn’t know what. Anything, really. Anything to explain it all. He used to do this too, she remembers.

» Posted By elena On 12.29.2008 @ 7:12 am


I don’t know why I decided to loan her those shoes. She walked out of here as if she owned the world. She always does that, but now it was with something of mine. Why was she so cocky? We grew up in the same place. We grew up with the same people. Yet she oozes confidence. She’s so sure that people will love her. Like her. Want to know her. Why can’t I be like that? Those shoes don’t look like that on me. I just slouch. Maybe that’s it. You gotta fake it. Loaning my shoes to her. I bet she doesn’t even bring them back.

» Posted By elena On 12.31.2008 @ 9:42 am


I put a bandage over it, but it won’t last forever. I’m hoping I won’t have to rip it off and expose all the scars and sores. I’m hoping that it happens this year. That they can heal forever. I don’t care if new ones come. I can take anything after being here and dealing with all of this. I listen to them laugh and pretend. It makes me sick to my stomach. I’m just sitting here.. waiting and hoping. Hoping I don’t screw it up. Hoping I can keep my emotions and pride in check.

» Posted By elena On 01.01.2009 @ 8:28 pm


It was almost my name. I didn’t have a name for a few weeks after my birth so everyone just called me ‘princess.’ I guess, after a while, it started to look nice. I’m glad they decided against it. My actual name is much nicer. And far less humiliating. I used to dream of being a princess. I loved the movies, I liked to write stories about them and sit under trees after school let out thinking that maybe I was secretly a princess that had been kidnapped. Soon my real life would come rescue me from all of this. I wonder, as that tiny baby that was me lay sleeping, did they know it would turn out like this? The very opposite of princess? Did they know that my life would turn out so empty? And that it would be all their fault?

» Posted By elena On 01.25.2009 @ 9:57 am

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