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Don’t ever forget the times that we have shared. Cherish them forever. Carry them in your heart, in your soul, and think back on them with a smile on your face. No one can take away what we shared, the times we laughed, and moments we couldn’t catch our breath. Keep me with you forever.Posted By Amber On 05.30.2011 @ 12:58 pm
wrath is the thing i feel about myself when i dont live up to the full portenial i expect of myself. I hate it when I cannot do what i know I can do. I disappoint myself yet i rely on teh opinions of others overmyself. I really hurts when I dont think of how I am effecting myself. Instead of thinking of how I am failing other ppl i need to let myself put a word in.Posted By Amber On 05.21.2011 @ 10:30 pm
Thats me right? Always forgotten. Sounds depressing, but I swear I’m not. Just a little lost.
Maybe it was after high school I felt this way. Totally alone, isolated by those I thought I’d be with forever. In the real world I’m completely out of my element, suddenly unsure. I’ve forgotten my purpose.Posted By Amber On 05.15.2011 @ 9:13 pm
They say she’s glowing, but she doesn’t feel that way. She feels fat, stuffed into her leggings like a bad piece of sausage. She feels red, red like that sausage. Why are all her metaphors about food? If only she could eat some without feeling nauseous. Who said pregnancy was fun?Posted By Amber On 05.12.2011 @ 7:20 pm
heel? i think we’ve had this one before. when you play ultimate frisbee, you can’t be on your heels – on your toes, all the time!!! be ready to pounce in any direction! get the D! Yeah yeah yeah!!! Go SOL! Tomorrow is Regionals, and we’re going to kick butt and cause a ruckus. Oh yeah, oh yeah, ohhhh yeahhhhh.Posted By Amber On 05.06.2011 @ 10:18 pm
Camps are curious things. While summer camp should remind people of zip wires and the like, I think of orchestra since I went to strings camp. The one thing I remember is flubbing my words and getting the Harry potter book spoiled for me. i didn’t even become a better violinist. Well, maybe I did. But I ended up quitting anyway.Posted By Amber On 05.04.2011 @ 11:13 pm
Looking for 4-leaf clovers during ultimate frisbee practice is not a good idea. “Amber, what are you doing!” Lyuda yells at me as a frisbee smacks me in the forehead. “I found a 4-leaf clover! Look! Look!” The whole team jogs over like children to see the clover. That’s what I wish would have happened, anyway.Posted By Amber On 04.30.2011 @ 9:29 pm
I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am beadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt, I am deadbolt.Posted By amber On 04.29.2011 @ 10:30 am
I want to live in the on-campus trailer park this summer!!! It is an explosion of art, hippieness, music, life, nature… its nestled into the redwood forest of UC Santa Cruz. I haven’t finalized my sublet yet but just thinking about it I feel healed. Oh baby, do I want to live there. <3 <3 <3Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 7:42 pm
I lived in a trailer when i was little. I felt like it was a tin can. the walls were tin. the doors were tin. and very time I shut a door the whole place shook. The brown walls inside thouse were paper thin and I heard my brothers play their video games late at night when we were all supposed to be sleeping. My parents couldnt hear then because they slept all the way at the end of the long old seventies trailer…Posted By amber On 04.27.2011 @ 2:40 pm
Some people think robots are fucking awesome in space situations and/or real life situations. I really only dig robots in musical situations. Autotune is my aphrodisiac. It just gets me; and if I were a robot, I would love to be one of the autotune variety. All the other robots don’t know what they’re missing.Posted By Amber On 04.20.2011 @ 1:37 am
My acoustic guitar is lovely. I never play it, of course. My father (who is an avid guitarist) bought it for me when I was younger in the hope that I would someday be a better musician then he was.
I wasn’t. I am awful at guitar, to a stupid amount. It certainly looks very pretty leant up against my bookshelf though.Posted By amber On 04.19.2011 @ 12:04 am