when daydreams walk

an it's a, goofy thing but I just gotta say heeey, I'ma doin alright.

You know. smiles. and pillsbury cookies. and sleeping in. and silliness. and stage fighting. and fake talking. and hall running. and catching up. and falling behind. and all things wonderful that comes with the turbulent upfall that is january to june. it's all madness, and it's all mine.

It's like every once in a while you catch a glimpse of perfection, a day just falls into place. Today I won upwards of four dollars from a vending machine which paid me to eat my M&Ms, and I spent my (not)hard earned cash on a cold karaoke beer shared with my talented and wonderfully adorable theatrical cohorts. there's nothing I love more than being around people who get it. who have it. who love it. loud speakers and dim lights and short seats, 'here's to good times and good people'.

the backyard's almost fully lit in dim electric blue, tomorrow night's a full moon. who knows what that ball brings? clip on my curls and kick up my heels as this star-spangled adventure begins...

pro crast.

when it comes down to it,
all I ever want to do is sing.

all the time. every day. and never do anything else. and I don't mean I want my life to be a 24-hour a day version of Sondheim-paced lyrics and overacting, as magical as that would be I don't think someone with my level of procrastination and lethargic tendencies, I wouldn't make it past the overture. what I mean is I want to spend every second of every day that I am conscious belting out notes and step-dancing to the chorus over and over. somebody else's songs, notes I know I can hit and rehearse too well. I'm halfway there with my insane person like mouthing on the bus, and street, and school, and.... fuck. no matter. they just don't sing it like I do. now, WRITE SOMETHING ACADEMIC GODDAMMIT!!!!!!


heavy sigh.
judaism, ye shall be my upfall.

my curbside prophet

I don't know if it's customary to re-blog like you can re-tweet, but I am about to make it happen regardless. a man with this level of untamed adorableness deserves to be constantly quoted.
plus, he spoke to my soul a little bit.

Mans Greatest Invention: the snooze button - a device to say Yay I hear you. and No, I dont Want Any... or: Hello Today! Now Go Away!

"If you’re like me and you set the alarm an hour early because you know you’re going to hit the snooze and sleep longer – I invite you to explore where else in your life that mentality shows up for you. Do you put off doing projects until the last minute? Do you often oversleep your project deadlines? Are your dreams altered by your scattered attention to more than one reality? Do you blame the alarm clock for not performing its function successfully? Who else do you blame?

Wake up and smell your finger. "

the hydrants are open

I had a dream last night.

I found my green dress, the one from the city. the one I never gave back cause I loved it too much. and then I finally told you off. I yelled at you until you cried, and I watched as you relived my heartbreak. it was probably two of the most wonderful things to happen in my sleep. if I had been awake, these events would be so much more satisfying. But alas, I have to settle for dreamlike closure and shopping in the nightime.

new hair, new jeans, new heart. I really couldn't be happier. not if I tried.

in the heights, I click the lights and start my day...
[24hrs.]

panama jack's & 6AM trains

hey skies, hey trains, hey planes, hey ocean.

I love discovering new music. creating new vibrations. turning clever names into clever rhythms, and losing your heart in the swell of the drum beat. unexpected instruments pop up in between perfect colliding characters of harmony, and your feet can't help but shuffle in the strobelight.

welcome back to the season of sound

one hand in your pocket.

what I wouldn't give, to find a soulmate.
someone else to catch this drift.

but at the same time my plans are submerged in contradictions.
there's still too much untapped adventure, too many stories waiting to be told of stardust and heat and midnight air. with potion approaching and too much to anticipate, I can't handle losing the momentum when I've been building it up for this long. then again... I need somebody to stop me. this turnstile of young lust and loose tights is getting out of control, and I'm one jack and coke away from a trick baby and a criminal record. but man... prime years? they weren't kidding.

I guess the only gameplan is to trek on. I mean, these memories sizzle with shockwaves of unbalanced entertainment, I've got more notebooks to fill then I could ever imagine.
so why stop now?

isn't it ironic.
dontcha think?

post-post class post

If I sniff one more time the chick beside me is going to punch me in the nose. but it's not my fault that I have irreversible allergies and habits that require permanent illness. I've learned to deal with it, so why can't she? jesuss murphy and joseph....

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if its right there, it's the last thing I need
and when I need it now, it couldn't be farther away
it trips me up and takes me down
knocks me in the face when I'm looking down,
and kicks out my heels when I'm staring at the sky

even when I'm sick I can feel the fires rage

my head is screened with haze but my intentions don't lie
a quick reply or a passing glance,
too many chances and not enough wit in the world
she's spiraling downward, and she's taking you with her.

the only thing static is stage.
one place where energy crashes with electricity
and magic is created.
I shut my mouth, you shut your eyes and we can just leap
jump back in time or skip months ahead,
live in the song and dance in the moment
nothing to fear but the fear you won't fall,
and only one choice to make;

who do you want to be today?

once more, with feeling

this is just another vehicle for my unending narcisism.
let the painfully articulated mayhem commence...

I'm still confused, having to end all my dates in double digits. 10. 0'10. Oh, ten.
I feel like something should have shifted in the last three weeks, the first of the new year. You know; resolutions failing. snow piling. new stuff, and stuff. But I feel like everything is repeating itself. abusing organs, breezing through priorities, zoning out in various classrooms... the only difference is wood paneling in place of concrete. which, I must say, is a nice change.

but I find myself in the same place, same time, same alternate universe. staring at the back of a beautiful head and daydreaming beyond consciousness, looking for a way out
and searching for a way in.

is he gay, or metrosexual? when can you really tell... all I know is that it's taking all my energy not to lean forward and grab his hair a little bit. grounds for at least a piercing glare and a restraining order, but my mind sees the worth. those stripes are calling my name, and with eyes like that, baby you're asking for it.

it's time to live what I write and write what I live, so here goes ladies and gents; cause you, you're gonna love me.