So tomorrow is Halloween annnnnnd I'm super excited. I went to four different places yesterday and still didn't find a costume! But it's ok. Don't worry. cuz I know I'll figure something out. I'm planning to go to cub, get a bunch of candy, go see a movie then get in costume, attend some parties, get crazy, and have a fire. it'll be swell.
Here's a list of 50 things I like better than blogging:
-warm laundry from the dryer
-laughing till my knees get weak
-sarah's garage
-laying in bed, on my laptop, with my reading pillow
-getting an amazing kill in volleyball
-the sauna and hot tub at lifetime
-really pretty graffiti
-random acts of kindness
-riding the subway
-getting a really good new pair of jeans
-tasteful piercings and tattoos
-sitting around a bonfire with a group of people that i love
-visiting max at work
-horseback riding
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
whadup free post
so i just got home from target. I was trying to study and do homework earlier and it just wasn't working. i figured a little retail therapy would help so thank god for cheap clothes. and not so cheap clothes, god i'm an idiot. anywayMEA is coming up and i'm super excited. just me and my mom are going to nyc for the whole weekend just to take in the city, see plays, shop, etc. I've never been there but I already know I'll love it. I love busy. at least that sort of busy. and i got this new bcbg dress a bit ago that i spent way too much money on but now at least i have a chance to wear it.
ugh i feel like i'm floating. like literally just floating through indistinguishable days and i hate that. i'm all about memorable, i'm all about laughs, i'm all about spontaneity. and if i had it my way, and could survive that way, i'd never go to college or grow up, i'd explore the world everyday, surround myself with the people i love, be barefoot, and carry a camera everywhere. but that's not the way the world works. i wish it was more acceptable to procrastinate and be ambiguous.
toodles.
ugh i feel like i'm floating. like literally just floating through indistinguishable days and i hate that. i'm all about memorable, i'm all about laughs, i'm all about spontaneity. and if i had it my way, and could survive that way, i'd never go to college or grow up, i'd explore the world everyday, surround myself with the people i love, be barefoot, and carry a camera everywhere. but that's not the way the world works. i wish it was more acceptable to procrastinate and be ambiguous.
toodles.
mi poema del amor
love is the oxygen in my soul
it fills, it groans
it grows, it moans
it breathes
sometimes the air is icy
one false step and you're under
each movement is dicy
it's cold, you're alone
convinced the stifle is always
and suddenly
the air thickens
it's hot, it's damp
the newness
the discomfort
the excitment
the can't-get-enoughs
i could stay in this bubble forever
it breathes
but hot turns to warm
and it's not all i'd hoped for
i trace your delicate form
still not enough, i need more
i take you down a dark path
into a corner of mind
i let you sleep a while
someday it's you i'll find
i can't give you directions
but i can't just let you sit
i'll give you me in sections
somewhat of a treasure pit
until you find your way
from my head to my core
i'll let you roam a while
always wanting more
one day i'll find the bubble
that outlines me and you
perfectly we'll fit
in everlasting new
it fills, it groans
it grows, it moans
it breathes
sometimes the air is icy
one false step and you're under
each movement is dicy
it's cold, you're alone
convinced the stifle is always
and suddenly
the air thickens
it's hot, it's damp
the newness
the discomfort
the excitment
the can't-get-enoughs
i could stay in this bubble forever
it breathes
but hot turns to warm
and it's not all i'd hoped for
i trace your delicate form
still not enough, i need more
i take you down a dark path
into a corner of mind
i let you sleep a while
someday it's you i'll find
i can't give you directions
but i can't just let you sit
i'll give you me in sections
somewhat of a treasure pit
until you find your way
from my head to my core
i'll let you roam a while
always wanting more
one day i'll find the bubble
that outlines me and you
perfectly we'll fit
in everlasting new
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
October 7th Blog
It's actually the 8th. Whatever. Ironic that October 7th was to be the title of our blogs because now I'll never forget the date of what happened yesterday.
So we all know that we had a noon late start yesterday doodoodoo yayy sleeping in woooo. I woke up a couple times but the rain lulled me back. But around 9 o'clock in the morning I heard a loud bang from upstairs (my room is downstairs). I figured a branch had fallen on the roof from all the rain, or my parents dropped something or something like that. I yelled up a few times "HELLLOO HELLLLOOO? ARE YOU OKAYYY?" no answer. a few muffled voices. "HELLLOOO? MOMMMYYY?" no answer again. whatever, my parents are deaf. so i roll over and go back to sleep.
When I wake up for real around 10:15 I get upstairs to find myself in an empty house. With the front door wide open and the wood paneling busted open. I'm dumb and still thought the rain did it or something. Random things were strewn out on the floor in my parents room like my dad's letter from him Edina letter jacket and random things that are usually on the dresser.
I figured my parents were in a hurry to go somewhere in the morning. It's funny now to think how oblivious I was. Maybe my mind was just forcing me into denial because certain things just don't happen in Edina, right?
So i went to school ladida, then I checked my voicemail after practice. It was my mom asking if I knew why the door frame was broken. Things just weren't adding up. She thought maybe the wood just rotted out...We're a smart family. Then as my dad, my mom, and I checked things over carefully that night, we found my dad's wooden bat also moved from its usual spot in the corner to the center of the bed.
That's the thing that shot fear up and down my spine. While I was asleep in my own bed, some fucking rotten kids broke into my house, heard my voice, intended to steal from my family, and had a bat ready for me if I had the audacity to get out of bed that morning. I've never felt so disgusted and invaded and fearful in my entire life. Karma has a damn good memory, always remember that.
It was the first night I ever appreciated the Edina Police Department. I guess this has been happening around my neighborhood a lot lately, but it's been mostly cutting screens. And mostly around 5 in the morning. Which is before school starts. And this incident was around 9 in the morning was just conveniently before school started at noon. I can't even handle the thought of kids from my own school doing something so vicious and cruel. Like they must know the area which means there's a good chance they knew it was my house, and if they didn't there's enough pictures around and a big volleyball sign that says Tess K. that makes it pretty clear. It just creeps me out knowing I probably go to school with the people who busted into my house. If you know aaanything please please let me know. But I just hope the phorensics team figures something out. and takes those motherfuckers down. sorry mrs. b for the language.
So we all know that we had a noon late start yesterday doodoodoo yayy sleeping in woooo. I woke up a couple times but the rain lulled me back. But around 9 o'clock in the morning I heard a loud bang from upstairs (my room is downstairs). I figured a branch had fallen on the roof from all the rain, or my parents dropped something or something like that. I yelled up a few times "HELLLOO HELLLLOOO? ARE YOU OKAYYY?" no answer. a few muffled voices. "HELLLOOO? MOMMMYYY?" no answer again. whatever, my parents are deaf. so i roll over and go back to sleep.
When I wake up for real around 10:15 I get upstairs to find myself in an empty house. With the front door wide open and the wood paneling busted open. I'm dumb and still thought the rain did it or something. Random things were strewn out on the floor in my parents room like my dad's letter from him Edina letter jacket and random things that are usually on the dresser.
I figured my parents were in a hurry to go somewhere in the morning. It's funny now to think how oblivious I was. Maybe my mind was just forcing me into denial because certain things just don't happen in Edina, right?
So i went to school ladida, then I checked my voicemail after practice. It was my mom asking if I knew why the door frame was broken. Things just weren't adding up. She thought maybe the wood just rotted out...We're a smart family. Then as my dad, my mom, and I checked things over carefully that night, we found my dad's wooden bat also moved from its usual spot in the corner to the center of the bed.
That's the thing that shot fear up and down my spine. While I was asleep in my own bed, some fucking rotten kids broke into my house, heard my voice, intended to steal from my family, and had a bat ready for me if I had the audacity to get out of bed that morning. I've never felt so disgusted and invaded and fearful in my entire life. Karma has a damn good memory, always remember that.
It was the first night I ever appreciated the Edina Police Department. I guess this has been happening around my neighborhood a lot lately, but it's been mostly cutting screens. And mostly around 5 in the morning. Which is before school starts. And this incident was around 9 in the morning was just conveniently before school started at noon. I can't even handle the thought of kids from my own school doing something so vicious and cruel. Like they must know the area which means there's a good chance they knew it was my house, and if they didn't there's enough pictures around and a big volleyball sign that says Tess K. that makes it pretty clear. It just creeps me out knowing I probably go to school with the people who busted into my house. If you know aaanything please please let me know. But I just hope the phorensics team figures something out. and takes those motherfuckers down. sorry mrs. b for the language.
Poem
When You Are Old
by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=180
This poem has an unwavering tone of wisdom. It's not overly sappy, but the message and passion get across nonetheless. The poet seems to be talking about how many men may have loved the woman [the poem is directed towards] but none of them really truly knew and loved her like he did. The romance may be over, but he wrote the poem to show her that even when she's old and lost all her beauty, he'll still love her. There is a general message about love in here: even though romances may not last forever, the feelings, the memories, and earnest love will.
The poet personifies love in lines 10-12.
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
By Love, he's referring to himself. A man IN love. But with a relationship that is long past and seemingly no longer possible. He seems to just want the woman to have a memory of him at least by the way he starts the poem and ends it. The beginning is a reminder of their love, and the end when he 'hides among the stars,' in hopes that she will glimpse him every once in a while. Think of him from time to time.
I read too far into things. I'm analytical by nature. Sorry.
METAPHOR
love is like a breath of fresh air because it fills you with comfort but is gone much too soon.
tk out
by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=180
This poem has an unwavering tone of wisdom. It's not overly sappy, but the message and passion get across nonetheless. The poet seems to be talking about how many men may have loved the woman [the poem is directed towards] but none of them really truly knew and loved her like he did. The romance may be over, but he wrote the poem to show her that even when she's old and lost all her beauty, he'll still love her. There is a general message about love in here: even though romances may not last forever, the feelings, the memories, and earnest love will.
The poet personifies love in lines 10-12.
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
By Love, he's referring to himself. A man IN love. But with a relationship that is long past and seemingly no longer possible. He seems to just want the woman to have a memory of him at least by the way he starts the poem and ends it. The beginning is a reminder of their love, and the end when he 'hides among the stars,' in hopes that she will glimpse him every once in a while. Think of him from time to time.
I read too far into things. I'm analytical by nature. Sorry.
METAPHOR
love is like a breath of fresh air because it fills you with comfort but is gone much too soon.
tk out
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