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I can’t seem to harness my feelings for you. There’s nothing I can do about it. I wish I could reign them in long enough to understand what the hell I can do with them, but my mind speeds faster than my fingers on the typewriter. I know I want you but I can’t have you.Posted By Anna On 07.02.2012 @ 10:06 pm
She felt chills going up her spine as she walked across the forest floor. It was dark and the crescent moon in the sky was her only source of light. There was a loud sound and she gasped a loud, jumping nearly a foot in the air. She cursed under her breath when she realized that the sound had been only the cry of an owl. She continued to walk as quickly and quietly as she could.Posted By Anna On 06.30.2012 @ 1:26 pm
Today is Saturday, and I always find myself going out and realising I don’t know what day it is. When I go out on a Saturday, I wonder why nobody is working and so many people are in town, until I remember. The shame for not remembering the day and portion of guilt from being so judgemental reminds me about the so well used book-cover metaphor that I should probably pay more attention to.Posted By Anna On 06.30.2012 @ 6:34 am
i dont know what i usually do on saturdays. sometimes i mess around with friends and sometimes i just like to relax, knowing that i dont have to be anywhere, that my schedule is open, and that if i just want to sleep in a little longer, im priveledged to. isnt that a wonderful thing. time to ones self. to reflect and see what we trully want out of life or maybe, just maybe, what we trully want in the moment. its not just another saturday.Posted By anna On 06.30.2012 @ 1:24 am
He told me he’d be there on Saturday. “Nine o’clock, on the dot, I promise, babe,” I think his words were. Well, that’s the way it always goes, isn’t it? Promises- what stupid things.
Did he show up on Saturday, nine o’clock, on the dot? Of course not. He never showed up at all. But that’s the nature of things.Posted By Anna On 06.29.2012 @ 7:26 pm
The crust from my peanut butter and jelly sandwich flys out the window. “I never understood why you hate the crust so much.” Jason says out loud as Im singing to the radio. “Its just not very good.” He rubs my leg, while responding, “I will never fully understand you, Abby.” I just giggle as Luke Bryan blares out of the speaker.Posted By Anna On 06.28.2012 @ 3:14 pm
the mayor is usually the person in charge of a town or city. in los altos, we don’t have a mayor, we have a city council who sort of share the duty. each year a new council member is selected as “acting mayor” or something like that, but the person who really takes care of important things is the city custodian. that’s all.Posted By anna On 06.15.2012 @ 6:24 pm
Purging was one of the few words I learned last school. As far as I can remember, we were talking about plays, Sophocles, and all those literature-related things. Purging is what literature and movies and television all do to their audience. Through stories, they help people unleash the beast in them, the monster eating their insides out. The feelings they can’t describe or name, media and entertainment do it for them. Movies, shows, books – they make us feel through sight and hearing, they make us feel connected to their characters. A part of us is always weaved in the stories of the shows we like.
Now, I guess, that’s similar to emptying, too. In the most simplest sense of the word, emptying is pretty much harvesting what an outsider has planted in us. Purging is somewhat similar – media carves out the exhaustion and sadness and grief our lives willingly offer us. Who does the harvesting? It can be you, or like purging, it can be movies, television shows, books. It can be paintings, music, and other shindigs. Do people still use that word, ‘shindigs’? I feel like this is too contrived, but I also think I’m just telling it like it is. Emptying is probably what I need right now.
That’s a different story. But emptying isn’t also a ‘stop’ sign, just because something is carved out of you, doesn’t mean it ends there. Sometimes, you get new feelings, ideas, you’re just somewhat refreshed. Good things come from good ideas, and occasionally bad ones, and it’s a vicious cycle. When these feelings get old and exhausting, you can count on your favorite drama show to make you feel feelings, and you can count on it to help you carve out whatever’s eating up your heart. But hey, that episode was brilliant! Ideas! New feelings! Why did Person A kick Person B on the shin? Confusion! Is Person X cheating on Person D? Is Person C actually Person A trying to be someone else? These shows and forms of entertainment help us to bring out what we have a hard time formulating into words. But when we feel great, because, hey, no more worries about your dog pooping on your bed when you go on a vacation, there will always be new feelings and you can count on your favorite band to punch the lights out of these feelings.Posted By Anna On 06.05.2012 @ 7:25 am
Necessity is not the same as desire but the two get confused when it comes to day to day life. What is necessary is only really survival, but now it might be a new toaster. Necessary for survival and necessary for happiness may be different, happiness is a luxury we can now afford although I’d rather see it as a human right.Posted By anna On 06.02.2012 @ 12:46 pm
its something you need this can be for different reasons however it is differentiated from want due to the fact it is not perhaps for your own purposes or for enjoyment it is instead a requirement in order to maintain normal functioning or in order to maintain socialPosted By anna On 06.02.2012 @ 11:16 am