But I guess it was still a pretty good week
You may have noticed I didn't post a journal last week. And if you didn't, I am like, so hurt. You may also remember that Mother's Day was last weekend, which means family gathering for me. And if that's not enough excuse, I offer up this picture of that Sunday:
Now I know why I haven't been on a horse in years; it's terrifying. Naturally, my entire family had to take pictures
Mother's Day aside, that week was fairly uneventful. But, I did go see the newest Avengers with my parents and THE THEATER WAS AMAZING I'M NEVER GOING ANYWHERE ELSE. THREE FEET OF WALKWAY. EVERYONE HAS TWO ARMRESTS. THE SEATS RECLINE.
James Spader was a fantastic casting choice for Ultron, and I really liked the new characters. Overall though, I think I preferred the first movie. Course, that could be the Loki love talking.
How to make all movies great.
Anyway, that aside, last week was fairly uneventful. Thankfully, this week made up for it, or this entry would be pretty short:
It's been raining like crazy down here on and off all week and all the rivers are just about ready to overflow their banks. I took a swim in the Saline myself last Monday and paid for swimming against the current with aching arms. Two days ago, my parents and I took Russ to the Arkansas River bank to see how high the water was for ourselves.
The next day, we went for Hibachi
And today was the Greek Food Festival and I. Love. Gyros. No sauce, so vegetables; just meat and pita bread I haven't been in ages, but I seem to remember it being bigger. And I remember the Orthodox church being much shinier. Whatevs. I got cool pictures:
Soap tins! (personal favorite)
Then I went home and had a long nap.
Notes to Self
Work on photo album!
I'm making a handmade journal
StyleOverSubstance Round Nine begins May 24th! In the meantime, I have a Mini-Game - Sketches going!
I need a feature idea; I'd like to do something like Holographic Resonance again, but I haven't found a good article to build around. Help plz.
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2015 Summer Scents Contest: Open
the five steps of stitching together a wound1. i fall out of love with you on a tuesday.
to be honest, i don’t know it’s happening until
it’s happened, until i sit in my bed that night
and look at the neat holes you’ve left
dotting my life. weeks ago, i gave you back
your jacket when the weather
turned warm enough that i wasn’t smoking
with every breath. the space it took up
on my desk chair remains emptied, but
i am sure it will be filled again soon,
with piles of books i will never lend you
and poems you will never hear me speak,
that aren’t about you, that use words i’ve never
told you, like ‘vitriol’ and ‘bubbly’.
2. loving you was consuming, was every two in
the morning we lived through. it was giggles
and groans and side looks and honesty
so hot it burned when i touched it for too long.
3. that night, i try to quantify what i have lost
but i can’t. it feels less like ripping and more like
melting; i realize i have written my last love poem
for you week
i'm going to need you to breathe for us.don't fall in love with me
because i don't do things the way your exes do.
i'm not going to take you to some fancy restaurant
with a suit and tie and valet to park the car
i'll take you to a library instead
we'll go shopping together
and try on some other people's grandparent's clothes
we'll get new names and fake shitty accents for each reflection
i'll convince you to buy an ugly jacket
by telling you your face is so damn pretty
no one's going to look once at that color blocked windbreaker
you'll wear it in the car,
but fidget uncomfortably when we stop
so we'll switch coats outside the art museum
you'll take my picture next to some abstract piano sculpture
constructed of old park benches
and tell me that i'm brave,
but i'm just a coward who likes to make you laugh.
i care too much about what people think
but not when i'm with you
because those strangers are just echoes of your shadow.
we'll go into the bell tower of that catholic church by the harbo
StalkerI'm stalking you,
I'll hide in your arteries,
in the soft pinch that doesn't hurt,
but stings nonetheless.
I'll hunt your blood cells,
and slowly change their type
into a majestic 'J'.
Yet I have to admit,
it's tiring to bless billions each night,
it'd be easier to turn your heart to crust,
and spread my poison through your veins
and wait for you to declare your love,
only to deliver a final stab that'd put you at ease.
I'm the reflection in your mirror,
the curves of your shadow,
and the mocking voice
at the other end of the line,
who lets you know that
the number you're calling
is no longer in use.
I'm in the nightmares that kills your sleep,
and the squares of your silky tie.
In the extra sweet tea you keep drinking,
and the little deaf cat you adopted for my sake.
It's really hard to run, you know.
Yet my dear love,
I am in no mood to wait for long,
so let me hide under your ribs
and teach you how to hea
american spiritsYou shoved your tin of nicotine
and cancer beneath my nose
and told me “smell it,
it tastes like evergreen.”
And as we walked these streets
of gentle suburbia, hardly
touching—but remembering all those
days of adamant high
school love (now unravelled and lost
like a paperclip you unwound
and can’t put back together again)—
I breathed in your smoke
and spice and mint, and bottled
it up like a souvenir.
You kissed me that evening,
even though we both knew you shouldn’t.
Your lips tasted like champagne,
(bitter)sweet and free,
even though all you ever drink is beer.
“My insides are fireproof,”
you said as you lit another
and I pretended not to