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something I don’t like to do. Useless. old people do this.

Posted By Julia On 06.07.2011 @ 10:49 pm

i painted my nail a jack skellington ..and it was awesome.. i really like.. black and white is the color.. so yeah..lol thats it

Posted By julia On 06.07.2011 @ 5:32 am

the house is painted in green and the windowframes are red. the fence is dark blue and the door yellow. the cat is brown and the dog is black. the ball is pink and the clouds on the sky are white. the sun is yellow the grass is green and the sea is blue and all these colors make me know that I live in a wonderful world.

Posted By Julia On 06.06.2011 @ 11:42 pm

plaid, stripes, maybe even yellow in the mix” said gina to her friend. “maybe you should get pokadots instead” “tina i dont like the color purple though, and thats all they have is purple pokadots”

Posted By julia On 06.06.2011 @ 9:13 am

I remember wearing a plaid shirt at lunch with Paul early on in our relationship. He said it made him want to take me out on a date. I’m glad he felt that way. I’ve kept wearing plaid.

Posted By Julia On 06.05.2011 @ 9:25 pm

I remember wearing a plaid shirt early on in my relationship with Paul. He said that it made him want to take me out on a date. Since then, I’ve worn much more plaid.

Posted By Julia On 06.05.2011 @ 9:21 pm

the first time she ever wrote her name was on the chalkboard. holding that chalk in the palm of her small hand, she had just learned the alphabet. the teacher waited on her impatiently, the tapping of her foot echoing off the board in front of her.

Posted By julia On 06.04.2011 @ 5:46 pm

On the radio I can hear the static buzzing, and the announcer is speaking through it like a buttery knife. “Genius is 99 percent perspiration, folks!” I hear the man speak. I wonder why he is telling me these things. I look outside the window at the frigid and icy branches outside….nothing but grey…grey like the static on the radio.

Posted By Julia On 06.03.2011 @ 4:54 pm

the window of the black limo was reflecting the trees next to the road. nobody could see what is inside so everybody had the image of a wealthy and happy person sitting on the back seat looking with disgust at them as they were walking on the pavement in their old and rugged clothes. they were thinking about the person in the limo, most probably an elegantly dressed lady holding a thin cigar and drinking champagne. their eyes could not penetrate the thick, dark glasses so they did not see the lonely eyes of the sad little girl looking at them and wishing to be one of them….

Posted By Julia On 06.02.2011 @ 11:54 pm

The wind blew through her hair. She grinned and laughed, an euphoria never felt before flowing through her body. This extravagant show of wealth, with her in the center of it. It filled her, this formally unknown pleasure momentarily sweeping the cobwebs from her beaten soul.

Posted By Julia On 06.02.2011 @ 10:15 pm

The stench of impurity is choking me. When the bright lights of the velvety city commence we shall be arrived. No more smoking rooms in these bars, no more time to roll in the sweet, soft tongue of the wine. Where has the age of luxury turned off to? Where are the red-caped magicians? Every mirror in this town is shattered.

Posted By Julia On 06.02.2011 @ 2:29 pm

i am not a material girl, I can fit my life in one backpack.

Posted By Julia On 06.01.2011 @ 11:23 pm

the photo montage on the wall was reflecting her life. it was a constant reminder of the things she wished to forget and wipe out but could not . the photos were looking at her and laughing silently. they knew that she could never get rid of them. she was them and they were her in a sick and awkward way…

Posted By Julia On 06.01.2011 @ 2:48 am

the mountains were looming in the distance, and she could see them piece by piece in the montage of pictures she’d plastered to the wall of her room. she missed that day, when the was beating down on her shoulders.

Posted By julia On 05.31.2011 @ 9:02 pm

i remember that time when you fell down the steps of our old porch. the paint was peeling and your knee was scraped. you cried and mother came from the kitchen, wringing her hands in the damp towel. she had been doing the dishes.

Posted By julia On 05.31.2011 @ 10:34 am

I remember lots of things. From fruit cake to rock hard broccili! I wisnh I remebered more though! It is quite sad how quickly we can forget those that we love or love to do! I wish I could remember more.

Posted By Julia On 05.31.2011 @ 2:43 am

i remember the days of summer and the sound of the sea and the noise of the bug flying around the lamp at night. I remember the taste of lemonade and the feeling of sand in my mouth. I remember the laughter of friends and the color of the straweberries and the shadow of trees on the dusty road.i remember the music and the warmth of the campfire. i remember the kisses and the flowers on the terrasse. i remember the strolls on the avenue next to the sea and the old lady sitting on the bench. i remember the children building a sand castle and the whistle of the wind. i remember the time stood still and sweet summer lasted forever

Posted By Julia On 05.31.2011 @ 12:11 am

life. sunsets. those times we want to have. the beach. dumb school. the time we got in a dumb fight. that amazing song. concert. city. shopping. good old times. you. my old self. dancing. moonlight. random dancing. memories i wish i could never lose. those days.

Posted By Julia On 05.30.2011 @ 10:02 pm

hairy sournding your face ichy curly or strait sideburns

Posted By julia On 05.30.2011 @ 10:34 am

the sudburns were making his face ridiculos he knew it but could not make up his mind to get rid of them . they belonged to his personality and made him feel like his own grandfather. a feeling he just could possible not give up. so head high he was walking down on the street while people were laughing at him..

Posted By Julia On 05.29.2011 @ 11:58 pm

The man glare down the street at the bushes protruding from the figure’s head. He stoked the side of his face; smooth. He envied the figure’s sideburns. As the figure moved toward him it slowing came into focus. It was his wife.

Posted By Julia On 05.29.2011 @ 6:34 pm

in despair I am waiting for my life to change.I want to have a different life where I can be a different person so I can desire the life I have now.

Posted By Julia On 05.29.2011 @ 12:28 am

I’m staring at the phone wondering if it’s best to match his poker face, or to call him and spill all my insecurities through the phone lines and into his lap. If I do fold, if I cry, I know his tone will soften, and he’ll tell me all his love for me, all his care and how wonderful I am, but I’m too proud. So I sit and wait and marinade in my stubborn despair.

Posted By Julia On 05.28.2011 @ 8:54 pm

mint is the flavour of long and hot summer nights when the bugs are flying around the lamp and friends are sitting on the balcony. long and sweet nights when all you can hear are the waves of the ocean and the beating of your heart.

Posted By Julia On 05.28.2011 @ 1:20 am

Mints are wonderful. They are the essence of all things clean. All in a nice little tin box. Sometimes with a bow wrapped around it, sometimes not. Mints complete my life in that little way that makes me feel great. Mints are happiness. Mints are cool.

Posted By Julia On 05.27.2011 @ 3:28 pm

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Posted By julia On 05.27.2011 @ 11:33 am

canteen. bein a child and going to the canteen for lunch in elementary school is one of the memories I will never forget. the canteen food was totally bad most of the days but we were always hoping to get our favourite food every day. and we always believed that it is going to better next time. we were young. we were optimistic. we were kids.

Posted By Julia On 05.26.2011 @ 11:41 pm

It’s original purpose served me little, but the carved name on the side reminded of me of better days, sitting beneath a willow tree in my grandfather’s lap, listening to him sing old songs from his childhood, me clutching the sweet tea in the old war canteen.

Posted By Julia On 05.26.2011 @ 8:51 pm

torch. giving the light while looking for lost memories. i have failed to recognize the power of the mind while i was walking in the shadows. but then the torch has found me.lighted up the forest around me and I could finally see. I had the memories I had them all along …

Posted By Julia On 05.26.2011 @ 12:57 am

reminds me of house parties back when we were still friends and we would play badminton on the grass and laugh and make fun of the weird kid who my parents invited. reminds me of when I still sort of loved you, the fire lighting up my soul, flickering like the torches on the porch in my parents’ backyard.

Posted By Julia On 05.25.2011 @ 10:34 pm