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I feel an epic headache coming on. I’ve tried to fight it with pills but it won’t be put off. Typical. I’m also very tired. I don’t really feel like writing anything here tonight, but I’ve been trying to keep up with this in a regular, daily way to see if it helps free me up somehow. I think it might be helping a little with the…lockdown.Posted By Laurel On 02.02.2012 @ 9:32 pm
Wasn’t life so much simpler when we were all pulling little, red wagons? What’s lost between then and now? Confidence? The belief that life is simple? The belief that life is vast and full of possibilities? I need to get back on the wagon. Or I need to get back to pulling the wagon.Posted By Laurel On 02.01.2012 @ 4:07 pm
Festivals bring forth in my mind images of red lanterns, twinkle lights at night, foreign places I’ve never been, the sound of laughter and talking and children screaming as they run too fast around old couples holding hands. Images of impressive fair rides, lighting up the night sky, taking us up in the air to feel the night breeze above the crowd, to get a little closer to heaven.Posted By Laurel On 01.31.2012 @ 5:17 pm
The sound accordioned through the hills, bouncing off of the mountainsides and being absorbed by the rush of the waterfall. It was loud and terrible, a roar that could only stem from the deepest pain a human could feel – the pain of losing the one you loved.
If one was to listen closely, they could perhaps deduce that the sound was in fact name.
“SHERLOCK!”Posted By Laurel On 01.15.2012 @ 2:11 pm
They were lined up like toys, the policemen. The whole lot of them, which had looked so formidable from afar, turned out to be a rank of no more than a dozen or so, and most of them were untrained new recruits. Sebastian smiled, raising his gun and staring through the scope, alining the first one in his sights. “This one’s for you, Jim,” he whispered, and then he pulled the trigger.Posted By Laurel On 01.06.2012 @ 8:27 pm
I’m feeling worse now. It’s cold out and you’re gone and I can’t think, can barely breathe.
Am I pathetic? No, just unstable. I can’t find my balance, and the world looks gray.
Maybe this is what dying feels like.
I close my eyes, hoping for light when again they open.Posted By Laurel On 12.02.2011 @ 10:10 pm
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Suddenly, the Doctor had it. She was his light in the darkness, the one keeping him going. She was his Amelia Pond.
And he was NOT going to let her go.
Rolling up his sleeves, he pushed the TARDIS’s lever down as far as it would go. He could do this.
“Geronimo!”Posted By Laurel On 11.01.2011 @ 8:16 pm
one time i was playing volleyball but didn’t come directly home so my husband was concerned that i had an accident and he left in his car to come find me. but as i was driving down our road toward home i saw him and wondered why he was stopped on teh side of the road when i looked up suddenly and there was a dead deer in the middle of the road. i hit it. but then, so did he. we had to explain how both our cars hit the same deer in our insurance report.Posted By Laurel On 08.18.2011 @ 7:50 pm
repeat the sound of the wind. its an echo calling me from the mountains. nearly unnoticable but almost loud. i call to it and it calls back my wonderful friend..the echo. the one i can talk to. it will always answer. up on my mountain i sit and listen. my echo i love.Posted By laurel On 08.16.2011 @ 2:59 pm
blank empty ready prepared potential possibility whole worlds lay inside this great vast ocean of beige brown taupe is taupe soothing really? I’m not so sure. Rowing out to meet the canvas where it stands, armed with brushes, words, imagination, thought, mind inspiration. Ready to spill everything upon it, no thought of cleaning it up, just brimming with intention and pretention and possibility. Theatricality, throwing it all out upon the surface. Excitement. Beauty. Let it all out. Clean it up later. Like now, one word. Canvas, glowing, trembling, like my fingers. Excitement and preparation. Antiicipation. Shivering with readiness and color.Posted By Laurel On 08.08.2011 @ 10:33 am
Chores are something that everyone has to do. That doesn’t mean that people like them or enjoy doing them, that just means that every single person has to do them, even the rich ones–you’re forced to do them or you choose to do them, or you don’t do them and your life falls apart. Paying the bills, cleaning, eating, showering, normal things… that everyone does. I don’t like chores, but I do them, I choose to do them, becauise if I don’t then I know my life will become disorganized and messy and not fun to live in. Life consistrs of chores, chores you do because you want to live out the rest of your non-chore-related life. I guess. Maybe.Posted By Laurel On 07.09.2011 @ 10:52 am
This is not a fun word to think about. The associations that come to mine are personal and rather depressing. I guess I could think about how I didn’t fail in any of my high school/college classes! How about the #FAIL phenomenon? That’s pretty funny. And silly. I like how this website works.Posted By Laurel On 06.24.2011 @ 1:08 pm
thirst he grapples with it with pain he cannot reach thirst it tingles his throat it stings and burns but he cannot reach thirst as he looks longingly forward not backward for he isn’t that type of man still he cannot reach thirst it has plagued humanity for centuries we never quench it there is always more thirst we will never reachPosted By Laurel On 04.10.2011 @ 7:38 pm
thirst oh my goodness thirst I like to drink water much more nowadays as he grips with his thirst he grapples he strangles the thirst is strangling he reaches forward but he cannot reach his desire for beauty his thirst for it cannot be quenched because he is forever ostracized in his painful prison where thirst will never ever be paid attention toPosted By Laurel On 04.10.2011 @ 7:35 pm
I have one. We all do. They’re giant, horrifying, wonderful, all at once. It drives progress. It also tears apart families. Sometimes it brings us together. We preform, stand on that stage, because our egos drive us to do it. To speak out. Is it egotistical? Of course. But its right.Posted By Laurel On 04.01.2011 @ 3:28 pm
I already wrote about this, however, i will do it again. Why not? Better than sitting around playing pointless games for hours while I could actually be getting on with my life. Life is long- if we really took every moment for what it was worth, imagine how amazing it could be! Like using all of our brains however, it simply isn’t possible.Posted By laurel On 03.24.2011 @ 11:02 am
I’m worried I’ll miss too many days of school this semester and have to take finals my senior year, when no one else has to. The worst part of this is that I’m worried that those missed days might come from my grandmother dying and having to attend her funeral. I never thought something this cruel would come from me, and it’s awful. I’m sorry Nana, I really do want you to get better.Posted By Laurel On 03.03.2011 @ 8:46 pm