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Wandering through the streets of this remote northern town in the middle of winter is a dismal experience. The dirty piles of rotting snow that line the streets may be hiding tender green shoots of grass waiting to emerge at the first bit of coaxing, and brightly-colored flowers that may be anxious to erupt and sway in gentle summer breezes, but for now it’s a cold and dreary scene. I shiver in the grey light of dawn as I kill time waiting for the Greyhound bus to rescue me from this desolation and whisk me away to bpthe bright lights of the city where it’s so much easier to hide.

Posted By Jamie On 03.15.2011 @ 6:35 am

I wish I had a magic wand, so I could do what I have wished so much since I came to university; to be able to teleport my girlfriend over here for a cuddle and a kiss, whenever I like.

Posted By Jamie On 03.14.2011 @ 9:58 am

Magic flows from wands as surely as it does from the hands of wizards. Wands are the essential prop for all good fairie godmothers and magicians. Harry Potter requires a wand to channel his un-muggle-ish powers as does Merlin and all the great wizards of old. Without the wand, the wizard is defenseless, reduced to a brittle empty shell of ordinariness. The power is in the prop. I need a wand to conquer the day and will carry it with me, invisible to the world. It will me my private “force” and wll give me strength, my private magic, my wand.

Posted By Jamie On 03.14.2011 @ 6:33 am

Obsession is the name of a perfume.. I’ve been curious about why someone would want to be obsessed since it’s a dark emotion that seems to ascend upon a person without conscious thought. And it’s unwelcome – it consumes you body and soul. Logic takes a back seat and emotion rules. It’t a wild ride an out of control ride with no end in sight exhausting and debilitation, perhaps exhilarating and rewarding, crazy, scary and impossible to control.

Posted By Jamie On 03.13.2011 @ 10:40 am

He walked around and around and around. Wondering aimlessly. Never knowing. Always going. Paths became circles. Circles became worn. And the way was never clear to anyone. The sky left him that day.

Posted By Jamie On 03.09.2011 @ 9:44 pm

:3

Posted By jamie On 03.08.2011 @ 6:45 am

i almost am over my ex. i almost lost it today. almost quit my diet. almost okay. almost is not there yet but its getting there, its close enough that its in reach and thats all i need.

Posted By Jamie On 03.07.2011 @ 10:05 pm

example always makes me think of statistics. in problems, it’s always us doing an example of the formula we just learned. this also makes me think of my very hot, very sexy stats professor. oh the things i would do to that man. i wish he wasn’t married, but i will still shamelessly flirt with him.

Posted By jamie On 03.06.2011 @ 9:18 am

IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!! *doodle-oo doo* *doodle-oo do do* *doodle-oo doo* *doodle-oo do do do doo*

Posted By Jamie On 03.03.2011 @ 11:41 am

Cheap. I like cheap things. Cheap things mean I can buy them more often, or more of them. Cheap is also a very appealing word as I am a student… ‘Cheap and cheerful’ is a saying that I like.

Posted By Jamie On 03.01.2011 @ 10:59 am

The trashy clothes you wear. It makes me unhappy to see you this clueless. It’s about inner beauty, not outer skankiness…

Posted By Jamie On 02.28.2011 @ 6:51 pm

some girls are just really cheap sluts. like have some pride will yew!! PLEASE. its ridiculous. i dun wanna see you in underwear shorts and bras as shirts. have some self respect, how could you feel if your daughter was doing such things. with a son you only have to worry about one son with a daughter you have to worry about a million

Posted By jamie On 02.28.2011 @ 2:19 pm

Keychains are pretty awesome. They come in all different shapes and sizes, and are really adorable because some of them can be in shapes of chocolate bars, chickens, fish, and a camera. This is coming from experience – my flatmate collects different keychains and she has all these cute little things. I love it. I don’t really have any keychains but I might try collecting them! Awesome :)

Posted By Jamie On 02.27.2011 @ 8:51 pm

tables are great thing to eat food on, i love to go home and warm up some delicious food and then sit down at the table and eat it. i usually take my time when sitting at the table. its a nice place to gather with family and friends and loved ones and talk about your day. its a great thing to have for the holidays to put all the plates of delicious food

Posted By jamie On 02.25.2011 @ 2:22 pm

you don’t put your fingers in one. you need one to get anger out. you need one to express yourself and to love. you plug things into one. electricity flows through one, you can’t live without one. people are this. yeah…

Posted By Jamie On 02.21.2011 @ 8:25 pm

I invent as I go, words are mere vehicles of invention. To create today is to have immortality tomorrow. To create that which did not exist, that has not been, because you are driven to expand your own self is what makes humans different from all other species. I invent therefor I am. I exist to invent, write, draw, make better.. otherwise I am a worthless lump wasting space on this planet!

Posted By Jamie On 02.18.2011 @ 2:06 pm

She had a definite flare about her. It wasn’t just the way she dressed either. It was EVERYTHING about her. How could one person be so, so fantastic? no that’s not quite the word. Incredibly, wonderfully, beautifully, friendly, outgoing…

Posted By Jamie On 02.16.2011 @ 1:47 pm

Wow. Chocolate and I have a love-hate relationship right now. Because I’m dieting, see, and I can’t eat it as frequently as my heart desires. More importantly, I cannot afford to buy good chocolate. Oh, the joys of being a college student. Someday, I’ll just get fat and eat as much chocolate as I want. <3

Posted By Jamie On 02.15.2011 @ 7:18 pm

haha yum. i wish i got chocolates today, afterall it is valentine’s day. i actually don’t even like chocolate that much, it’s almost to creamy % bland. but i’d obviously eat it if someone else gave it to me :)

Posted By jamie On 02.14.2011 @ 5:20 pm

(I should be studying, and I shouldn’t be on oneword)

Microphone made me think of a song I use to love by Utada Hikaru, and it was “easy breezy”. Good song, good times. I always wish I could be so comfortable as to sing into a microphone; it’s one of my greatest fears. I’d rather do that, though, than have to dance around on stage.

Oh – I just remembered. I have done all of those things. I must have forgotten them on purpose or something…Score one for me.

Posted By Jamie On 02.13.2011 @ 1:07 pm

Microphone hogged and manipulated. Forgetting the purpose. Forgetting the ups and down to speaking out and acting out. Forever a microphone of too much and too little. Too much loud and too much soft.

Posted By Jamie On 02.13.2011 @ 12:59 pm

speak loudly into your microphone. Use it well to speak the truth. Sing your heart out. Don’t take now for an answer.

Posted By Jamie On 02.13.2011 @ 11:28 am

Writhing wrists. Wrenching hands. Brain flips And bend-over plans.

Posted By Jamie On 02.04.2011 @ 4:20 am

Developing pictures. In a dark, dark room. Of the things that haunt And bloom.

Scared to be – Or to lose you.

Posted By Jamie On 02.02.2011 @ 11:09 pm

Dropped call. Dropped conversation. Dropped topic. Dropped theme. Dropped story. Dropped relationship.

Posted By Jamie On 01.29.2011 @ 1:08 am

Relatives are relatively crazy.

With turkey, ham, and beef. Mashed potatos and potato salad.

Goo in the teeth.

And alcohol breath.

There is relative hesitation.

Posted By Jamie On 01.26.2011 @ 7:06 pm

Family Catastrophe It was years ago Fourth or fifth grade, perhaps

Sister went to grandparents. Bipolar grandmother gave a hateful, spiteful call to my mother Mother cried, Father yelled into the phone.

Cops came, Father was arrested, Cops said our grandparents made a claim that he threatened their lives. I, an 11 year old girl, was interviewed by a cop. I was scared of what to say, because I didn’t want father to be taken away.

But, I saw as he was asked to step outside. He did so, gave a friendly “How ya doin’”, and was asked to put his hands in the air. My mom pulled me away from the window.

My mom and I cried on my bed harder than we ever have before. She said, “Grandma and grandpa want to take you They want to take all of my children. This might be goodbye.”

Mom and dad weren’t bad people. They didn’t do drugs, and they paid the bills. Yet I might be taken away from them. At that time, it seemed like it.

Since then, nothing’s been the same.

Posted By Jamie On 01.26.2011 @ 5:36 pm

There is a basement in a barrel. The very bottom. The end of existence. The journey to the end. There is a basement in our hearts. The very bottom. The basis of our existence. The journey to discovering us. Is my basement the end?

Posted By Jamie On 01.25.2011 @ 11:50 am

The other-worldly glow of the flickering flame cast a soft ambience upon my person; I relished the warmth of it’s tongue as it swept over me, from my loins to my breast. Naked and bespectacled by this new sensation, I lay there and took comfort in this new high.

Posted By Jamie On 01.23.2011 @ 1:43 am

Oh, Ron is afraid of spiders. I’m not really; sure, they are a little gross looking, but I’d rather deal with spiders than rats.

I just always think of Harry Potter, and poor ol’ Ron Weasley. He really must hate spiders if that’s what he sees when there is a boggart.

Posted By Jamie On 01.20.2011 @ 5:22 am