waiting to take you away

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.



I AM VERY ANGRY AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.
Why won't my font get any bigger?
This needs to be HUGE, GARGANTUAN.
THIS IS A MOMENTOUS OCCASION.
I AM REALLY MOTHERFUCKING ANGRY.

wake the, wake the, wake the sun

Wake the Sun by The Matches = ♥

Estoy enferma. Fui a un funeral hoy. Fue mejor que esperado.
A mis amigos de mi escuelita primaria les extrano mucho. Quiero verlos otra vez, y pronto.

Okay. I took Nyquil not too long ago and I'm going to fall asleep on this itty bitty keyboard now. Let's not.





Bob Dylan = ♥



Love.

always keeping secrets that we'll never tell

STD payphone hanging off my face
your roomie's got me on hold,
damn, why am I such a disgrace?
with a fist full of change and absolutely no sense
what little I've learned about love is at my pride's expense

She told me about how he was high the night before, and angry at both Kay and I because he was treating her like crap and I was reprimanding him for it. He started texting a girl he'd met at the homecoming football game a while back, which morphed into, and I quote, "dirty texting". So they talked and he asked her out. Then he came down from his high and felt bad, I guess, so he told Kay. Of course, she told me.
It's over, I guess.

I'm in the mood for some spectacular juju and definitely a new love interest.



Love.

everyone gets in the way of everything

Do you belong to a song?
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk?
Have you been drinking?
Do you below the overpass go with a fifth in your fist
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?

Please don't give up, dear walls
don't let the ceiling fall
when you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.

Shrill notes begin, the grim violin
then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score
to which one more corpse is left quiet
How we become the hollows of drums
the rests between notes, the hollers that never reach throats
"friends" in quotes, they're not calling

Please don't give up, dear you
I'm but the sliver moon sliding through
when you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.

Do please believe, however naive
let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs
and belong, salty eyes

When you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.


Olivia's official song recommendation of the day:

"Salty Eyes" - The Matches

I broke up with my boyfriend, my friend's father died, and I would like to crawl into a hole and die.

all was golden when the day met the night

I had a dream this summer on the boat.
In reality. we were going from somewhere to somewhere, point A to point B...I think somewhere in Holland to somewhere in the southeastern-coast area of England. We switched watches every two hours on long passages like this, so our eyes wouldn't be fried out of our skulls from looking for nonexistent tankers or the occasional cluster of kelp. Kelp is bad. It can get stuck in a boat's propeller, and in the middle of the English channel with a sketchy radio, that would be extraordinarily bad. My father and Kay were on watch while I pretended to sleep; I was really just singing along to myself, singing to Panic at the Disco's newest album, Pretty. Odd. It was oddly soothing, with the boat only sort of rocking and my father dancing his little jig to music he obviously was trying very hard to like. The song "She Had The World" came on. My favorite stanza in the entire song is this:
I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream
I fell asleep singing that.
I had a dream that seemed very real, except that it wasn't just my father and Kay and I on the boat now. There was Ryan Ross, the guitarist for Panic, flitting around in a Madi Peters-esque fashion (meant endearingly - of course I didn't know Madi Peters then but now it is only suitable) up on the bow. (We keep all of our spare lines and ropes on these metal horse-like things to the port and starboard sides of the mast whose names escape me at the moment. They had pegs and I'd always sit on top of them as a homeschooled 4th grader, thinking I was a cowboy. I was the shit.) Ryan Ross appeared to be grabbing all of our spare lines and flinging them off the side of the boat.
My dad freaked out, to put it simply. He was all, "What the hell are you doing?!
Ryan went, all frantically, "I'm throwing a line out to sea! I NEED TO CATCH A DREAM. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME."
And then he jumped overboard and rode a dolphin into the sunset.

I've been thinking a lot about that dream.
I wonder if it means something.


Love.

my organ sounds like...

My day (and evening) in a photo.

cleared of all charges

What a deliciously overcast day.
Did you know that there is such a thing lactose-free milk? It's amazing for people like me, who explode at the mere sight of lactose. And I did take advantage of said lactose-free milk today on my finish-every-scrap-of-homework/sick day. Kix (kid-tested, mother-approved) for breakfast, lunch, and probably dinner.
Also, today I officially started An Abundance of Katherines by John Green. What a great book, I'm on page 53 or something and I'm already in love.
Preston confided in me his pressing need to get a job. Yesterday he didn't have money for gas to drive to school and back, so he didn't go. ):

Really, I don't have much to talk about today.

Now. Hopefully today will go well. I'm sure it will.
Mykaila's got a magnetic personality, I don't understand how anyone could resist.

I think I'm going to take her example and write down my playlist for today.

Dickhead - Kate Nash
My Crooked Little Friend - Me And My Ship
Fly My Pretties - Fly My Pretties
Disco King - Aural Vampire (mostly because of the name of both band and song)
Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend
I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles
Talkin' About A Revolution - Tracy Chapman
Another Way To Die - Jack White & Alicia Keys (because who can resist a song by two such musicial geniuses? on the Quantum of Solace soundtrack, no less)
Jimmy The Exploder - The White Stripes
The Ballad of Ira Hayes - Johnny Cash
G0-Getter Greg - Ludo
Emenius Sleepus - Green Day
Tonight - FM Static

Happy, so-so, discontent. Something like my mood today.

Love.

you still end up with most of me

Where to begin?
Mykaila convinced me to being this, really.
I suppose I'll start with today.

Today was nice. Not in an eventful way necessarily, and certainly not in an "everything's-peachy" sort of way, but definitely pleasant.
I'm not directly involved in this, but I am directly affected by it.
I care, I love.
I hope, I know.
Things will turn out for the better.