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hand outs share. like distributing pamphlets or leaflets or whatever. flyers too. and theres another meaning i don’t remember it though. quite frustrating.

Posted By caroline On 06.26.2012 @ 9:20 pm

i had one minute to tell him excactly how i felt. one minute. this was going to be hard, for both of us. I took his hand in mine and looked him hard in the eyes. “Michael, you are an idiot for doing this.” he replies with a nod.

Posted By Caroline On 06.23.2012 @ 10:32 am

We don’t have a mayor here in China. Or maybe we do. i really don’t know.

Posted By Caroline On 06.16.2012 @ 2:33 am

Towering spires of intricate design lean above me. I can hear the bells ringing all to clearly in my mind. The last time I had been here was ages ago. That was the day mom died.

Posted By Caroline On 06.15.2012 @ 7:07 am

I have NEVER had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I’ve had a peanut butter sandwich and I’ve had a jelly sandwich, but never together. Wait, I think it was a jam sandwich. But really, what is the difference? And plus, why would peanut butter and jelly even taste good together? Maybe I should add that to my bucket list, eat peanut butter and jelly. Want to know the best thing in the world? Peanut butter sandwich with banana and honey.

Posted By Caroline On 06.06.2012 @ 10:35 pm

Well, I had a LOT of treats today. Cupcakes, burnt cupcakes, icing, cookies, chocolate, ritz crackers. So much stuff! I know a treaty is not about TREATS, but I just decided to write about that because yeah. I feel fat and I need to stop eating all of this crap. The cupcakes weren’t even burnt but me and my friend kind of screwed them up. So ummm yeah I’m done now.

Posted By Caroline On 06.06.2012 @ 6:37 am

Leona was emptying the litter box when she saw it. She screamed and jumped back, feline feces scattering over the small grey pebbles that adorned her paltry excuse for a garden.

Posted By Caroline On 06.05.2012 @ 6:05 am

I always lose the caps to my markers. Like ALWAYS. It’s not even funny. I swear, half of my markers at home have either different colored caps or are all dried out from like not having a cap for years. I used to have a perfect set of markers, all lined up in rainbow order, but not, oh god, everything is screwed up. The red on the blue and the blue on the green and others that have lost everything along the way. But really, it doesn’t matter I guess. Because as long as there IS a cap, I will be happy. I don’t care what color, just freakin’ keep the caps on the markers.

Posted By Caroline On 06.03.2012 @ 10:55 pm

I really have no idea what this word means. But if it means that it’s something that is NECESSARY in life and you can’t live without it, I will probably say family or friends. Because, no matter how cheesy and corny that sounds, without them, you would be nothing. You would just be born onto the streets with no one to run to and probably just eventually, you know, die. And um, that’s basically it. Another necessity is love. <3

Posted By Caroline On 06.03.2012 @ 4:12 am

is the mother of invention. However, what we often think is a necessity is merely a strong desire. What we truly need is God, love, food, air, security. I’ve heard it said that all that is really necessary to be truuly happy in life is someone to love, something to do and something to hope for.

Posted By Caroline On 06.02.2012 @ 8:05 pm

Lots of things are hassles boys are hassles friends are hassles life is jut one big hassle we try our hardest but no mateer what we do there will always be something proposing a dilemma or a hassle. But maybe if we keep overcoming these dilemmas we will know true happiness .

Posted By Caroline On 05.31.2012 @ 4:42 pm

I have been in many dilemmas in life. Sure the daily ones, like what to where to school, what shoes match, etc. that a typical high school girl goes through on a daily basis. However, i have also had the dilemma of choosing what parent I should with. It’s a difficult task because you don’t want to disappoint either one of them.

Posted By Caroline On 05.29.2012 @ 8:14 am

change myself into something else. Change the place around me so it looks how I feel good being surrounded by it. Me me me it seems that transform makes me think about myself. That is pretty scary and perhaps the moment to start thinking about changing something about the way I look at myself and perhaps words. Right I will start now. its never too late as some people say?

Posted By caroline On 05.28.2012 @ 10:17 am

balloons are really cool.. they are big and come in a bunch of colors. people sell them in parks and on spongebob, they steal a balloon on national free balloon day. Balloons are used by clowns to make animals.. which is pretty stinking cool :D heheheheheheheh.

Posted By Caroline On 04.27.2012 @ 12:51 pm

Break. Smash. It shatters like a vase full of red, red roses on a hard stone floor. Then it lies there. Resting. It is done breaking but can not move from where it fell… there. Lonely, hurting, aching to be held together, back with the pieces it belongs with, fitting together perfectly in every crevice, fitting together like we can’t, because you broke me, you smashed my heart, and now it rests cold on the floor of a broken home and aches to be together again.

Posted By Caroline On 04.08.2012 @ 9:23 pm

One of my favorite colors. It is so deep and gorgeous. My sisters birthstone is that color. Symbolizing July. Ahh has meaning of life and death. Red as the color of love and red as the color of blood. So powerful.

Posted By caroline On 04.06.2012 @ 7:05 pm

she looked at me with dire eyes. the flight attendant was shaking: her hair bun a mess, mascara running, as the plane was crashing in to the abyss waiting on the ground below.

Posted By caroline On 04.03.2012 @ 9:00 am

I have a horrible temper. I inherited it from my dad; funny that. Out of all the things you can get from a parent; eye colour, genetics; my temper is by far the most apparent. The only thing that makes me sure I am not adopted.

Posted By Caroline On 03.25.2012 @ 5:22 pm

Left over raindrops staining the window, cannot see as sun is shining through the residue. Must find petrol station to wash the residue off , sun is so strong it makes you blind…not good.

Posted By Caroline On 03.23.2012 @ 3:50 pm

the tree trunk split in half as the lightning bolt struck it. she had to leave. she gave him one last look, seeing his sorrow in his eyes, and ran off towards the valley. she knew she would never see peter again.

Posted By Caroline On 03.22.2012 @ 5:05 pm

the ratings we get based off our looks and what we say just aren’t fair because half the time we don’t mean what we say and the outfit turned out terrible anyways and no one is even reading this because I’ve been rated a terrible horrible F on my English report card. Because a stupid girl can’t write beautiful things, and a beautiful girl can’t be stupid.

Posted By caroline On 03.20.2012 @ 1:29 pm

the colors i want for my prom dress. but i won’t have. because pastel makes my skin look bluer than it already is. I have to go with dark orange or green a strong autumn color without that washed out look i so deeply love. it’s alright. i love the olive green look anyways. but i can’t be a disney princess without pastels.

Posted By caroline On 03.16.2012 @ 9:15 pm

over and over and over the train clack clack clacks and all I want to be is home. home asleep in my bed instead of on this train again for the fifth time in five weeks. constantly moving. constantly going. one day ill settle down and this pattern of instability will become a pattern of domesticity but for now i travel on. keep moving. keep going.

Posted By caroline On 03.15.2012 @ 3:06 pm

pattern are things that while they may change always share one thing in common or build off of each other. while we may never fully understand them there is always going to be something we can recognize within them. even though the familiarity is comfortable a pattern will always be able to build off itself.

Posted By Caroline On 03.15.2012 @ 1:06 pm

the longest time I’ve ever spent at the airport was over night. It was dark and dim because at night they turn the lights down. and it was awful quiet except for when babies realized they weren’t at home and began to cry loudly. and then they’d fall asleep again and I would too and soon enough it was over and the plane was ready and we were gone again.

Posted By caroline On 03.14.2012 @ 6:51 pm

If I could I would speak up in the middle of class. I would petition to my classmates to just once think about me, think about others and actually care. To understand that this isn’t about a grade anymore it’s about finding who we are and making something fro the world. We only have so long here in school we need to make the most of it, to find something worthwhile and use it to change ourselves and the world. we have so much to give we just have to know what it is and do it.

Posted By caroline On 03.13.2012 @ 6:47 pm

Her eyes burned with disgust as she dismissed them. The worst part of her pain and misery was seeing that the two juvenile delinquents learned nothing from their gloriously boring 5 hours of punishment. She wished they could magically mature and realize their foolish yet easily fixable behavior, but all principal Mcarntey could do was watch to potential buds blossom into nothing.

Posted By Caroline On 03.09.2012 @ 7:38 pm

With no formalitties or thought, the perfect combination Breakfast? Lunch? Somwhere stranded on the desert of in between? Like me? My life is a brunch The combination of two smushed into one. Yum brunch Yum brunch

Posted By Caroline On 03.08.2012 @ 12:49 pm

I glanced at the clock repeatedly hoping the dumb demonstration would soon come to an end. I was drooling at the though of getting to write my own fiction story, and my teacher wanted the universe to slow down as she taught the class how to write an opening. I ached for the reassuring feeling of the pencil in my hand, but her voice kept getting in the way of creativity. Two more minutes to joyous freedom of writing…

Posted By Caroline On 03.07.2012 @ 4:01 pm

The swing was her favorite of all the Things to play on at the playground. She loved how the wind pushed her back and forth on a cold autumn day. That is what she wanted to do more than anything before going off to college, was escape back to the crisp autumn day. Nothing but a chill wind, her zip jacket, and the closest thing she had to flying.

Posted By Caroline On 03.06.2012 @ 2:11 pm