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chalkboard

I’m so glad I don’t have to use chalk to write on a chalkboard. It’s so dusty and messy to clean. I do like the pretty colors of chalk, though and miss blending them. I could do that on a sidewalk, though. I think I will.

» Posted By Me On 06.05.2011 @ 4:11 am

montage

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» Posted By me On 05.31.2011 @ 10:39 pm

A montage is a collection of photographs that can display a memory or a variety of memories in an interesting manner. Montages are commonly found in movies such as Rocky, where the protagonist trains through several months in a matter of minutes with some silly motivational music. This usually will induce many sighs and groans from the audience if done improperly.

» Posted By me On 05.31.2011 @ 10:23 pm

remember

Remember to appreciate the little things. I have to bring cookies tomorrow. Chocolate’s good. Ack, essays. Remember to be yourself. Forget to double check everything. The imperfections make it perfect. If we were all perfect we’d be the same. And like gray blobs. Nobody would want to be friends with big gray goo blobs. That is not cool, dawg.

» Posted By me On 05.30.2011 @ 4:54 pm

mint

It was perfect. Close to perfection, at least. Bittersweet, mint. Mint condition. I fell deep into a crevasse made of snow, white and bright. As I fell I saw the sky change into a canvass of mints.

» Posted By me On 05.28.2011 @ 1:06 am

booth

booth is a strange word and the way it coils around your mouth is sort of the way the seat curls around you and encloses the seating of the group your with or if it’s just two of you it seems to engulf of all the space surrounding you. It’s sort of like a hug but further away.

» Posted By Me On 05.25.2011 @ 1:37 am

pretzel

pretzel deliciously sizzly awesomeness yum especially with chocolate best thing ever after cheese and hp and all that goodness with salty good goodness i like pretzels.

» Posted By me On 05.22.2011 @ 8:29 pm

mole

moles are soft and silky and understandably made of mulch and sighs of the grass as it sort of weaves its way down onto the rock below which is what their claws are made of but i like moles because they don’t see they just swim in the dark with their rocks and whispers.

» Posted By Me On 05.19.2011 @ 12:56 am

moles are born hairless and live under ground. That’s all I got. It can also be a growth on the skin.

» Posted By me On 05.18.2011 @ 3:57 pm

wasteland

As much as I love my country, I have to say I think intellectually and culturally we are becoming a barren wasteland. We have literally forgotten where we’ve come from, because all we seem to do is look at our neighbors and judge ourselves based on what others have; gone are the days of ingenuity and creation. So few people are willing to create new ideas, simply because we’ve grown content with the solitude of staring into glowing objects for new information, and friends…it’s a sad, dissonant existence. We, as human beings, are meant to interact, and create….and we’ve abandoned ourselves.

» Posted By Me On 05.14.2011 @ 10:07 am

birth

My day. July. 19. 9 lbs 8 oz. Give birth. Go through birth. Scary. Painful

» Posted By Me On 05.08.2011 @ 12:02 pm

chorus

The angels… Their voices were deafening. I could feel the vibration of the noise in my very soul as I glanced skyward. God was welcoming me. I stood there with my head held high, taking it all in. But suddenly, I began to realize… They were mocking me. Everything was not as it seemed… The golden pillars, engraved as they were, held not pictures of the glory of man, but frozen images of my own faults and follies. Was this truly heaven? Or the personification of my own hell?

» Posted By Me On 04.29.2011 @ 8:33 pm

She was part of a crowd, of a chorus – one of many, a crowd in which she fell strangely into. She thought that she should feel like a part of something, a group, a family. Instead she realized that her voice was too pitchy and her presence wasn’t strong and her smile wasn’t quite as strong. She realized that others were better.

» Posted By me On 04.29.2011 @ 3:40 pm

trailer

movie. Trailer park. Becky lived in a trailer. I wonder if they made a movie trailer about her trailer park. Whoop, wrong “trailer.” Damnit. Trailer. Trailor. How do you spell that? wtf? time’s up.

» Posted By me On 04.27.2011 @ 6:32 am

intersection

at the interesection of the roads they met. he looked at her and felt slightly shocked. her beauty was beyond anything that he ever saw or imagined….at the interesection they met, they saw, they fell in love, they went their own way…
at the interesection they will meet once again

» Posted By me On 04.25.2011 @ 7:17 pm

acoustic

The surroundings of a theater or other location that allow you to hear without a microphone. The acoustics in an amphitheater are usually perfect for a play or drama.

» Posted By me On 04.19.2011 @ 1:43 am

gasoline

Sometimes I am extremely worried about what our future will be like, in regards to the energy crisis. Honestly, what are we going to do for fuel? I feel at this point we don’t really have any optimal energy alternatives.

» Posted By Me On 04.15.2011 @ 3:51 pm

severe

severe disorder cause by the unimaginable stress of work and personal life can be moderated by excersise and indulgances

» Posted By me On 04.14.2011 @ 10:05 am

obsolete

he will be obselete. Not because he didnt care about me or us. But he made love seem obselete. Like it never was needed. And so, his entire being will never feel it and hence he will always be obselete

» Posted By me On 04.13.2011 @ 10:12 am

bookshelf

Not you.
Not you. Hell. Not you.
I can’t breathe when you unintentionally do this.
Bookshelf.
Screw the bookshelf.
Not. You.
I was doing so well alone.

» Posted By Me On 04.12.2011 @ 10:26 am

i filled my bookshelf with nothings lots and lots of nothings , i never looked at it. and i never got anything from it. funny how when you put lots of nothing somewhere you get nothing everywhere

» Posted By ME On 04.11.2011 @ 8:09 pm

thirst

I am thirsty for so many things in life. All of my cravings I will reach. I am thirsty for life, to keep crossing off points of my Bucket List. My thirst also gives me jitter troubles seen I seem to have an addiction to caffeine :-)

» Posted By Me On 04.10.2011 @ 7:21 pm

strength

ability endurance being able to withstand things that others may not,strong willed,having heart for the things you do,and not giving up.

» Posted By me On 04.06.2011 @ 1:24 am

success

Success is not measured by wealth or one’s lifestyle. It’s only measured by happiness. At the end of the day, or year, or life, was it worth it? Were there no regrets? That’s what being successful is.

» Posted By Me On 04.05.2011 @ 8:47 am

The subject of success is absurdly hard to encapulate in just one minute. How on earth is one to possibly go into the detail of how one feels when one succeeds? The sense of triumph you gain as with that last breath you reach your goal? The overwhelming feeling of happiness? It’s simply indescribable…

» Posted By me On 04.05.2011 @ 8:46 am

plans

My plans for the future are set. And yet, I want different. Plans about the future are so concrete, almost inescapable. Why does it have to be this way? Why can’t we change our lives? And yet, everyday we revert to our plans. What’s planned for school today or what are you doing this summer? Plans are all around us.

» Posted By Me On 04.03.2011 @ 10:06 pm

galaxy

in a galaxy far far away… how many times have i heard that? the galaxy. stars moons suns space everything ever. too cool. and too big. too big to understand.

» Posted By me On 04.02.2011 @ 1:01 pm

ego

ego what’s an ego so many have an ego too big for life too much i know i can’t handle their ego they need to let go i need to let go of my ego my ego and just let it flow and just let it go and just be ok with life it’s own way

» Posted By me On 04.01.2011 @ 9:35 pm

purpose

Do we actually have a purpose behind all of our actions? Is there a purpose in everything we’re doing? Or better yet, is a purpose something we are definitely conscious of the moment we decide to create it? To allocate it to a certain element?
There is definitely one behind everything, it just depends upon our perception.

» Posted By Me On 03.31.2011 @ 4:41 pm

trusted

i trusted you. at last. and the you made me not trust you. i dont trust alot of people. because they never give me a reason to do so. but i cant live my life not trusting people. i will die if not.

» Posted By me On 03.31.2011 @ 8:20 am

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