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forgetting
I hate forgetting. I forget everything. I have such a bad memory I cant even remember what someone told me 2 minutes ago. I can hardly remember what I did yesterday. Its maddening. I always tell people I will do something for them and forget 30 seconds later. Ugh. Well I can remember when people write things down though. I guess it has to be my ADHD that plays a huge roll in me forgetting things.
Posted By Rachel On 06.07.2011 @ 5:08 pm
I was always forgetting what I needed to do. Everything else seemed so much more important. I now know that I need to focus on the necessary thing in my life. Even if that means discarding the unneeded things. I still want to happy. That I wont forget.
Posted By Rachel On 06.07.2011 @ 3:24 pm
painted
painted like a picture. beautifully drawen on paper with colors that would light up the sky. pictures that dont make sense, and pictures that are drawen to perfection. it doesnt matter, as long as the artist is happy with what is painted. painted with paint and painted with feelings that mean more than the paper or paint itself. love the art and love the artwork. painted.
Posted By rachel On 06.06.2011 @ 9:51 pm
I painted the walls of the clubhouse yesterday, nice, long, even strokes, the sun beating down on me, tanning my skin, probably planting the early seeds of skin cancer deep within my body. The sweat dripping down my forehead into my eyes, momentarily blinding me.
Posted By Rachel On 06.06.2011 @ 7:45 pm
her face was painted like a porcellian doll. So soft yet so bright and cold. Her head was so far away and untouchable. She was an item, to be on the shelf forever. If only she saw what everyone else saw, that she was fragile
Posted By Rachel On 06.06.2011 @ 7:05 pm
plaid
Plaid. Looks like played. You played me. But this is about plaid. The pattern. The one that would cause a ripple of giggles and smiles across me and Sarah’s faces, every time we saw plaid or Hollister, it was a punch to the arm. What a great game. i forget who came up with it, it was random. Random and fun. I miss her.
Posted By Rachel On 06.06.2011 @ 1:29 am
weird word, that one. checkers. skirts. hooligans. kilts. Weird. Definitely extremely weird. Suddenly I’m thinking of a man in a skirt with a bagpipe. A plaid skirt. Hmm… rather bad imagery there…. Uh oh
Posted By rachel On 06.05.2011 @ 11:00 pm
Cool kids where plaid. All the hipsters try to show they are somehow an individual by wearing plaid. The lumberjack thing–declare yourself
Posted By Rachel On 06.05.2011 @ 3:45 pm
chalkboard
Nails across the chalkboard. Fingers intertwined. Holding a cigarette. People claim that the hands are the most important part of the body, without them, nothing would ever be done. Maybe that’s the truth. But maybe all we need is you. How am I supposed to know.
Posted By Rachel On 06.04.2011 @ 11:49 pm
radio
singing “fuck you” by ceelo green with my mom at the top of our lungs while head bopping. these people looked at us like we were crazy. best. memory. ever.
Posted By rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 11:38 pm
She turned the radio up as loud as it could go, as if she could drown out the aching pain in her heart and the swirling thoughts in her head. She was surprised when it didn’t work.
Posted By Rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 10:57 pm
I hear our sad song on the radio. You called me to tell me you thought of me. You promised we’d be forever. So now you’re saying never? Nothing has changed, we can still do this. You and me. But we’re not golden anymore. Not like the story used to tell. We don’t kiss or cuddle or run through the rain. No smiling. No laughter. No hugs. Just pain. So next time you hear it. Don’t give me a call. Try to forget. Because I sure as hell can’t.
Posted By Rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 10:53 pm
The radio was loud and grainy, or maybe it was just the song. It sent me into a panic. I could not breathe. I was swept up by the music and I could not let go.
Posted By rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 8:39 pm
The radio is the best friend of someone who is stuck in the car. Ever since it was invented. Always being there, with a cheery voice and a song.
Posted By Rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 2:40 pm
limo
why are there so many fucking (excuse my french) limos in clairemont? we’re not even the rich part of san diego. please drive a toyota and quit trying to look flashy, kthx
Posted By rachel On 06.03.2011 @ 12:51 am
Limousines are the ultimate symbol of luxury. I am very lucky in that my mom loves to splurge on renting these stretched out ways of transportation, because I have been in a limousine more often than most people. To the airport, to concerts, to the ballet, to tour the city, to weddings, to birthday celebrations. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
Posted By Rachel On 06.02.2011 @ 4:18 pm
backpack
my backpack is full of mystery. things i hold dear, mystery, knowledge, survival. its heaviness upon my back is not a burden but a load i carry with my head held high, my backpack goes where
Posted By Rachel On 06.02.2011 @ 9:02 am
backpack. I don’t really have one. it’s more of a bag. I never had a locker so I carry it around with me all day. You used to carry it for me. And chase the boys around when they stole it. You used to hide secret notes in it for me to find. But I think that maybe it embarrassed you that I carried it around. I was different. I’m sorry I wasn’t perfect for you. sorry I was different
Posted By Rachel On 06.02.2011 @ 2:39 am
I have a backpack, its white and black, I really like it because it is unique and I haven’t seen anyone else with it. I graduated from college so I really don’t need a back pack anymore. I can’t believe i’m graduated!! I got my backpack for 50% off so it was only 20 bucks!!! I love finding sales, because I don’t like to buy anything full priced….most of the time ;)
Posted By Rachel On 06.01.2011 @ 6:37 pm
When I see backpack, these are the words that come to mind: carry, books, high school, drama, pain, spinal injury, wallet, makeup, computer, pencils, gum, zippers, compartments, stuffing, overfilled, papers, essays, notes, studying, finals, teachers.
Posted By Rachel On 06.01.2011 @ 3:34 pm
montage
rocky the boxer. all cheesy movies. my film class and the cute kid that presented. he has big muscles but didn’t notice me at all. i wish i could make a cheesy montage with him haha. why do i always talk about boys when im not thinking and just writing i feel like a lame girl
Posted By Rachel On 06.01.2011 @ 1:09 am
how am i supposed to write about a word I don’t know? Montage. I guess I can guess. It sounds like metaphor. or Monologue. Montage. Montage. Montage. Montage. I will go look it up, when I am done. Montage. Sounds like fudge. mmmm fugde. Mon-Ta-gze? Montage.
Posted By Rachel On 05.31.2011 @ 11:56 pm
With great honor, the Montage family came in while the crowd praised and bowed to them. I could not believe these people. They must have been crazy.
Posted By Rachel On 05.31.2011 @ 7:51 pm
i like montages. they illustare a persons entire life onto one page. they bring happy memories and make you feel young and special. montages are great for occasions like birthdays and weddings. anything that celebrates someones life should have a montage.
Posted By rachel On 05.31.2011 @ 4:30 pm
i am not too fond of this word, as it reminds me of my fine art class last semester. no, i was not interested in the mona lisa or any other types of painting. it was totally pointless. i failed the class.
Posted By rachel On 05.31.2011 @ 12:38 pm
remember
I remember the look on your eyes. I sat drawing out lines and you told me stories. I listened and learnt the sound of your voice. I remember itching to grab your hand as we walked down the streets, jumping puddles and laughing along. Wondering how we got here. I remember, we were happy. Don’t forget, please, don’t regret me.
Posted By Rachel On 05.31.2011 @ 5:11 am
Trying to forget. Trying to move forward. Dreams and memories blurring together. Changing.
Posted By Rachel On 05.30.2011 @ 4:23 pm
