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She gazed at the world with innocent wide eyes and a perfect haircut, wearing those frilly clothes that her mother picked out for her. She said the right things, did the right things. But she never forgot. And one day she came home with those pretty eyes lined in black and leather and holes everywhere. We all have the ability to revolt.

Posted By Annie On 02.10.2011 @ 5:33 pm

haha i laugh when i see cowards. they’re afraid of a bunch of ridiculous things like cats and email.

Posted By Annie On 02.10.2011 @ 12:12 pm

coward is someone who doesn’t have courage. someone who doesn’t own up to their emotions, doesn’t face their fears, doesn’t stick up for themselves, their beliefs, or other people. a coward would never be able to defeat a dragon. a coward is someone who believes everything they hear and doesn’t go out into the world to find out what the reality is firsthand.

Posted By Annie On 02.09.2011 @ 7:30 pm

I can’t write this without thinking about that scene in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, as Snape is fleeing from the Astronomy tower. “Coward,” Harry screams at Snape. How little did he know. I suppose it just goes to show that you can’t jump to conclusions. You can’t call somebody a coward without considering how much they’ve been through.

Posted By Annie On 02.09.2011 @ 3:11 pm

I wish I could be one of those pretty girls from a magazine. You know the types. Perfectly curled hair, flawless skin, stylish clothes. And sometimes they get classy with their red lipstick and rouged cheeks and perfume. Oh, you can’t forget the fragrance, that lures in many a hapless male. But I’m just a nerdy little schoolgirl and the only fragrance I give off is that of pencil lead and old books. Such is life.

Posted By Annie On 02.08.2011 @ 4:30 pm

fragrances are like perfumes right? it’s the stuff you use to smell all pretty when you go on a date with someone cute. fragrances stink when they aren’t supposed to smell good or when you use like WAY too much like overpowering amounts of flower scent.

Posted By Annie On 02.08.2011 @ 12:12 pm

Ring, ring, ring goes the alarm. I reach over and groggily fumble for the snooze button. Ring, ring. I angrily smash the button again. Sometimes I just don’t want to wake up, because life is hard and I want to keep dreaming. Please keep me from this nightmare.

Posted By Annie On 02.07.2011 @ 8:07 pm

The fire alarm kept going off. It was broken and the middle of the night, or the middle of the morning. How do you make the distinction between night and morning when you’re half awake and only so because of the broken fire alarm? In any case. It went off every ten minutes for about two hours. We had to leave. We huddled on the lawn half-laughing, in shorts and no bras, hugging ourselves, makeupless, exhausted. It was nice.

Posted By Annie On 02.07.2011 @ 1:43 pm

I remember once upon a time when I thought it would be freaking awesome if we could take pills instead of eating. It just seemed more convenient- rather than sitting down to eat a meal three times a day (or, if you’re a poor under-rested high schooler like me, twice a day), we could just grab a glass of water and a breakfast pill. But now I see that eating is a wonderful experience. If we just took pills, we wouldn’t be able to go out to lunch with friends or dinner with a date. Another reason why it’s not good to pop pills.

Posted By Annie On 02.06.2011 @ 6:09 pm

Video game controllers always confuse me. I’ve never been much of a gamer; my parents didn’t allow me to play video games when I was younger. Nowadays, whenever I go to a friend’s house and find a video game controller in my hand, I have no idea what to do but to randomly mash buttons and hope something works. I suppose that’s a fair enough representation of my life. I don’t know what to do most of the time. The problem is, in life, I don’t even have a controller to direct where I’m going.

Posted By Annie On 02.06.2011 @ 10:56 am

The controller was in my hand. I had no time to think. I pushed the button, and for a moment, time as I knew it stood still. It was as if my whole life was passing before me in slow motion. I did it, and I had no idea what the consequences would be.

Posted By Annie On 02.05.2011 @ 7:32 pm

Suicide is depressing! Hearing about people that want to kill themselves because of their depression? I want to cry when I hear that. I have a very close friend that considers suicide on a daily basis and there’s no way to stop those thoughts once they’ve entered his mind. It’s absolutely painful for me. I can only imagine his pain.

Posted By Annie On 02.04.2011 @ 12:46 pm

a boost of energy makes the world go round. boost your neighbor. coffee is a boost. booster seats. boosty boosty boosty. sounds like you have an accent. boost has two o’s. oh my lanta. hi hannah. oooo boosty. boost someone up. lend a hand. help a friend. boostay babay. calculus class. boost me up scotty! nope. not quite. the end.

Posted By annie On 02.03.2011 @ 9:18 am

I remember when I was a little girl and too short to see over anything. Crowds and tables alike were enemies to my vertically challenged-self. My father would sometimes pick me up and put me on his shoulders to see over the crowds, and my mother would always make sure I had a booster seat ready at whichever restaurant we ventured to. Today, I am tall, and I am able to stand on my own feet. But I’m still thankful to my parents for the boost.

Posted By Annie On 02.02.2011 @ 11:43 pm

Dark rooms are creepy. I feel like I am being stalked when I’m all alone. I feel like something is going to come out of the shadows and attack me. They’re trippy! But if I’m with someone else, I’m okay with them. (:

Posted By Annie On 02.02.2011 @ 12:43 pm

I’ve always wanted to be a photographer. To be able to capture a single moment of breathtaking beauty, to perfectly replicate some aspect of the world I live in through the use of a single button is amazing to me, because my hands shake. I would be useless in the darkroom, with my hands trembling as I tried to develop any shaky images I tried to capture.

It’s just as well. I was meant to live in the light, anyway.

Posted By Annie On 02.01.2011 @ 8:41 pm

i love pb sandwiches. no jelly. JUST peanut butter. my brother is the opposite – he wants jelly sandwiches. before i saw this word, i guessed that it would start with an “f” or a “j”. i feel mildly psychic. wooooo i’m tired

Posted By Annie On 01.31.2011 @ 11:47 pm

Why is it that every time I see you, my legs turn to jelly? I’m not weak. I’ve spent four years of my life running, running, running, practicing to make sure my legs are anything but weak. Yet one smile and my legs turn back to quivering, useless, weak jelly. I don’t know how to train for this. Oh well. At least you provide sweetness in my life.

Posted By Annie On 01.31.2011 @ 6:48 pm

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are my favorite sandwiches. They’re yummy and have a unique flavor. I loveeee them!!!!(:

Posted By Annie On 01.31.2011 @ 12:13 pm

There is no sound more beautiful than a paper making its way through the printer. To final let the mouse hover over those five beautiful letters after a long night of writing and rewriting and groaning and deleting is one of the most relieving actions a poor student like me could ever partake in. I wonder when I will be able to press print on my life’s story.

Posted By Annie On 01.30.2011 @ 10:39 pm

it’s in my web mail notebook. i tried to write a poem, i tried to ryham and still am, I suck but maybe I’ll get bettter we’ll see. Or we won’t who cares, at least I bothered to try. Hold me up don’t hold me back and please don’t let me fall. the wind is heavy the rain worse still and i strode into this squall, from comfort family life and dreams i always thought i’d had were nothing in comparison to the scars on broken knees, the truest gifts earned by pains from leaving a life of these

Posted By annie On 01.30.2011 @ 1:40 am

I lean over the counter at the restaurant. “I’m hungry”, I yell to the man at the back of the kitchen. “Cook me some food!” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and continues about his business. Does he not care about his customers?

Posted By Annie On 01.29.2011 @ 7:23 pm

“You just call on your brother, when you need a friend, we all need somebody to lean on.” Those happy-go-lucky lyrics, sung repeatedly on our bus rides home from cross country meets, ring truer than I would have ever thought. We weren’t just a team, we were a family. Every time I was sad, or angry, or just unsatisfied with life, I would go to practice and feel better about whatever it was that was bugging me. Now that this wonderful thing called cross country is no longer in my life, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to lean on. Will I still be able to stand upright?

Posted By Annie On 01.29.2011 @ 11:45 am

And then he said those next fatal words. The words which dropped on me like a grand piano from a high rise during moving day. Only it wasn’t me who was moving anymore. I could no longer see or feel, and I was perfectly stilled by his words. When the room returned to my view, he was gone. I was still remarkably standing, posed exactly the same as when he’d last spoken; at least the last words I had heard.

Posted By Annie On 01.28.2011 @ 1:26 pm

Devastation, devastation everywhere. Houses falling down, flooded streets, wreckage in every corner. A microphone in hand, an appropriately somber look. This is the news, reporting. What do you see?

Posted By Annie On 01.27.2011 @ 5:40 pm

School reports are not very fun to write. You have to do a bunch of research and thinking. I’n not saying they’re horrible, they just take a lot of work to do well. You have to be willing to do the work to do well.

Posted By Annie On 01.27.2011 @ 12:15 pm

I have more relatives than I can count, so many relatives that I don’t even know all of their names anymore. Family is supposed to be about love and community, but there comes to a point when there’s too many to even form a real community anymore. Living thousands of miles away, across oceans, doesn’t help, either. But I have a lot of relatives. I’m just not sure if they’re related.

Posted By Annie On 01.26.2011 @ 8:31 pm

basements are in a bunch of horror stories as scary places. i don’t have an opinion because i don’t have one at my house. i don’t think i would find one scary, though. they seem like nice places to be alone with either your thoughts or with someone else.

Posted By Annie On 01.25.2011 @ 1:14 pm

I wish I was a rocket. I could fly aimlessly around the stars, looking down on the earth in all its splendid beauty. Everything looks prettier from far away, because everything looks smaller. You can’t see the little flaws and imperfections that together make for a very ugly world indeed. So I’d like to put on my jet propellers and fly, fly, fly, away from this twisted atmosphere.

Posted By Annie On 01.24.2011 @ 3:31 pm

Sometimes I feel like if I desecrate enough pieces of lined paper, if I grind up enough pencils, if I sit for enough hours, all my problems will be solved. It would be a long, nail-biting, hair-pulling process, and several objects would be smashed in the process, but then the lightbulb moment would come, and ding-ding-ding! Problem solved. Too bad it’s never that simple.

Posted By Annie On 01.23.2011 @ 8:17 pm