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A- Age of 1st kiss: Fifteen. Dark room, completely emotionless. I shied away from the moment. Not... not fun.
B- Band you are listening to right now: Iron Horse brutally destroying Metallica songs through the power of bluegrass.
C- 1st Crush: I was five years old and a little boy that played with me gave me many butterflies. I wrote him a letter. He checked "yes" to liking me, but sadly, nothing came of the situation.
D- Dad's name: Dave.
E- Easiest person to talk to: ... is this a trick question or
F- Favorite ice cream: Either Turkey Hill's Double Dunkers or Baskin Robbin's Love Potion #31 (however, due to its unavailability for 11 months of the year, going with the latter)
G- Gummy worms or gummy bear?: Burrs
I- Instruments: Pianny, bit o' geetar. Potential accordion/cajón builder.
J- Junior high: HMS.
K- Kids: if by kids you mean cats, then
L- Longest car ride ever: 'bout nine hours. We were lost.
M- Mom's name: Lisa.
N- Nicknames: Abbz, Ababs (no longer in use)
O- One wish: fairy puff cakes for all
P- Phobia(s): Death and all his friends.
Q- Quote: "And you can point that fuckin' finger up yer asssssssssssssss"
R- Reason(s) to smile: The tiny facets of luv.
S- Song you sang last: Whispered some Metallica thing to myself in the shower.
T- Time you woke up today: nineish.
U- Unknown fact about me: Dentist broke part of my tooth off upon a routine pulling appointment when I was 7. I kept a tooth fragment until I was 11.
V- Virgin: if I were Humbert Humbert, I might have lots to say. However, no.
W- Worst habit: Nose-scrunching when glasses-wearing atm.
X- How many X-rays you've had: Upwards of ten.
Y- Your least favorite person as of right now: Pooh Bear
Z- Zodiac sign: Aquarius.
A- Age of 1st kiss: Fifteen. Dark room, completely emotionless. I shied away from the moment. Not... not fun.
B- Band you are listening to right now: Iron Horse brutally destroying Metallica songs through the power of bluegrass.
C- 1st Crush: I was five years old and a little boy that played with me gave me many butterflies. I wrote him a letter. He checked "yes" to liking me, but sadly, nothing came of the situation.
D- Dad's name: Dave.
E- Easiest person to talk to: ... is this a trick question or
F- Favorite ice cream: Either Turkey Hill's Double Dunkers or Baskin Robbin's Love Potion #31 (however, due to its unavailability for 11 months of the year, going with the latter)
G- Gummy worms or gummy bear?: Burrs
I- Instruments: Pianny, bit o' geetar. Potential accordion/cajón builder.
J- Junior high: HMS.
K- Kids: if by kids you mean cats, then
L- Longest car ride ever: 'bout nine hours. We were lost.
M- Mom's name: Lisa.
N- Nicknames: Abbz, Ababs (no longer in use)
O- One wish: fairy puff cakes for all
P- Phobia(s): Death and all his friends.
Q- Quote: "And you can point that fuckin' finger up yer asssssssssssssss"
R- Reason(s) to smile: The tiny facets of luv.
S- Song you sang last: Whispered some Metallica thing to myself in the shower.
T- Time you woke up today: nineish.
U- Unknown fact about me: Dentist broke part of my tooth off upon a routine pulling appointment when I was 7. I kept a tooth fragment until I was 11.
V- Virgin: if I were Humbert Humbert, I might have lots to say. However, no.
W- Worst habit: Nose-scrunching when glasses-wearing atm.
X- How many X-rays you've had: Upwards of ten.
Y- Your least favorite person as of right now: Pooh Bear
Z- Zodiac sign: Aquarius.
Holy Hell, a DD
I haven't been active on here in quite a while. I attended a summer camp that was extremely writing-intensive in 2011, and after sharing my work in front of others, I realized that writing about pain only seems to perpetuate it. The Sylvia Plath kick of 2010 left me in a bruised and battered emotional state, and luckily I escaped with my life at the end of that year. Things are going fine now; no unrequited loves or hipster desires of moonbeams, hipbones, 3 am cigarettes, whatever you kids are writing about these days to fulfill all your egos and secret wishes.
But there's a fine line between writing about pain subjectively and objectivel
Etc
Blew up everyone's notifications, sry.
Summer's here, for the most part.
Late and Procrastinating Because...Late
Avoiding a giant research paper that's supposed to do all sorts of wonderful things for my being.
I can only listen to music softly when I write anything, and it must be instrumental.
Hello, Rodrigo y Gabriela.
Once I spent a whole class period listening to Santana and doing excellent work at the same time.
Such productivity will never happen again, I'm sure.
Coming to the conclusion that I have to write shitty things (perdon mi francais) and let them simmer for a while before taking a second look.
I made a painting last night.
It was just lines over a trajectory graph.
Kind of sunsetty lines, but still.
In the same way a haiku is st
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12:30 and nothing better to do--no, that's not the case. Sleep is appealing. But I think I've been learning a little, and I like that. It's been a long time.
The two poets I saw today were ordinary people. And there didn't seem to be a secret, either; just a need to express.
Rambling.
Sleeping.
No. Not.
But.
Sleep.
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