I've also been obsessing over The Cure lately. They're one of my favorite bands along with Satb, Killers, FF.... I'll stop here D: ...but I've fallen in love again.
My mom's step-dad was doing better, but then his body went into fail mode and died last Friday. I haven't tried calling my grandma. =/ I've never been good at comforting sad people.
My aunt is delusional and thinks that she had a special relationship with her step-dad, so she's acting like she's all upset but with a facade of "oh whut I'm being strong and will get through this hard time. LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SOMEONE CLOSE." Like I said: delusions.
And no, I'm not being unsympathetic. You people don't know my aunt. D; I also wasn't close to him at all so I don't feel a major loss in my life. Kind of like when I was eight and didn't care that my dad's mom died because I thought she was an evil and cruel person who'd expire anyway due to bad karma.
I'm still jealous. D;
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7/1/09: So from the last time I updated my journal I have learned two very important things:
1) When you see that your mother is calling you at 2 AM, or any ungodly time in the early morning, do NOT answer it. Please, for the love of the Coca-Cola Company and your sanity, let the damn phone ring!
2) When your mother "asks" (but is really demanding) that you do something, DO IT, and do it quickly. Make no comment about how you never said you'd do it, and so, technically, she is demanding it be done butIhaveahardtimebitingmytongue.
My mom is out of the hospital now... Broke her hip, had surgery, and she is now exhausting me. Her step-dad is still in ICU, but hes made some progress from what I've heard.
Today I chose to walk to three different places; I refused to call a friend or call a cab. I would rather climb a mountain in high heels than call a cab. D: I wore the wrong type of shoes to walk long distances :<
But hey, its exercise, right?
I feel "blechy" about writing poetry right now. I'm not sure if I'm going to take more stabs at the moment (I've already tried writing two pantoums, and then stopped because I realized they were hideous), but I've been more in the mood to write short stories instead. Colette and Chopin are more or less inspiring, but they both make you wish you had been the author. D; I am positive, though, that I will not be sharing my poetry with anyone for quite some time.
Does anyone know of a good prompt site? I use to know of one, but I've lost the web address. Or if you have any ideas of your own, tell me D:
Also: Solia Online, anyone? x3 I have referrals to put out, so let me know if you're thinking of making an account there D:< It looks like a copy of Gaia, only it's newer and doesn't have as many features, but on the bright side: more usernames are available (you might snag the one you want on a first try D: ) and the avatars are MUCH better than Gaias. :3
...And have a happy [upcoming] 4th, Americans.
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When my mother asks... *ahem* demands something, I always argue it.
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You like ice cream. You like ice cream. You love it. You cannot resist ice cream. To resist is hopeless. Your existence is meaningless without ice cream.
Dx I hate it when my neighbors let their fireworks go all night and all morning... Or when they set some off two days before the holiday D8 it'ssoannoyingggg
I can't follow #2 either
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Candy talks to strangers
Thinks her life's in danger
No one gives a damn about her hair
:G
Yeah we do...or everybody else except us introverts....with....fireworks!
Pfft ahaha, same here mah friend, same here.
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You like ice cream. You like ice cream. You love it. You cannot resist ice cream. To resist is hopeless. Your existence is meaningless without ice cream.
I myself am having a better time with writing than I usually have. That is, I'm actually writing.
Fml, I'm tired. Food + socializing with family + fireworks + more socializing with family = SLEEP. OH GOD SLEEP.
How did your 4th go?
I did a Google search for prompts, but most of them seem to be focused on essays or are just shitty--"write a poem about the "ultimate" poem, or what a poem "should" do"--yeah, fuck you davidrm.com.
If I find any good prompt sites I'll link you.
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sixteen on a summer roof.
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sixteen on a summer roof.
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whuuuut. U HAS STOLE MAI WRITTING MOJOE.
XD lolol, just socializing with my family leaves me wanting sleep.
I'll check the lit list link out ya gave
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Candy talks to strangers
Thinks her life's in danger
No one gives a damn about her hair
:G
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We should get together over some coffee. Or on a nice day (whutwegetnicedayslololol) and go down to the water.
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Candy talks to strangers
Thinks her life's in danger
No one gives a damn about her hair
:G
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sixteen on a summer roof.
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