I'm going through some serious Green Day therapy.
It's like what Bolger said about Bruce Springsteen.
"Go back to Springsteen."
Whenever I'm having a shit time, I go back to Green Day. Brings back the best and worst in me...I don't know how they manage to bring back my rawest emotions with such full force. I've been debating for years whether it's the actual music or the feelings I've felt while listening to said music that bring them back.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
I love my friends. I love my mother.
Oh memories. Well Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day just came on. It's not by any means my favorite Green Day song, as I'm not a huge fan of American Idiot, but it reminds me of seventh grade when I listened to it most. This song especially reminds me of Fridays after swim team in the winter time. We'd be driving up highway 410 to get to Greenwater from Enumclaw, Kay, my mother, and I, and Kay and I would be getting ready for a weekend of whatever we did. We all sung together at the top of our lungs and open the windows and yell into the dark.
Thanks guys & girlies, I love you.
Quiero abrazar.
Hello English homework.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Dear Seattle Scarfman,
Dear Seattle Scarfman,
I see you about twice a month or so and every time I see you, my day is brightened.
I want to give you a hug the next time I see you. Please be around for the rest of my life. I ADMIRE YOUR TEVAS.
Perhaps I'll join you.
Perhaps I'll carry my own crate of scarves around with me wherever I go.
Perhaps I'll whip them out whenever I feel the urge to.
Perhaps I'll feel the urge to whip my scarves out when I see you. Then we can whip our scarves out and become a scarf-whipping powerhouse.
Perhaps, perhaps.
I'm inspired.
Oh Seattle Scarfman. You warm my heart.
Love,
Olivia
Monday, March 2, 2009
happy birthday dr. seuss!
Two things today.
1) I'm in a bit of a sticky position. I was getting three D's when I got my progress report this trimester. To put it simply, my father shit a brick. So I told him I'd get my grades up if he'd leave me alone. I did bring my grades up, then they slipped again, but I was confident that I would bring them right up again. So when my father asked how my grades were doing, I weaved a little web of lies that I can't keep up with now. He was confident I was getting C's instead of D's, then B's instead of C's, then I finally told him the truth the other night. He asked and I said that I am getting a C in chemistry, a C in geometry, and a C in English which in my family is unacceptable. The whole, "But I thought you were bringing your grades up?" conversation went down and I promised again that I would bring them up.
So now I must, fo rizzle, since the trimester ends in two weeks. I can do it, right?
2) Today's a beautiful day. Happy birthday Danielle Bader and Dr. Seuss. I always remembered Danielle's birthday because the first year that we knew each other, the elementary school we went to had a Dr. Seuss Day on her (their) birthday.
Whoaaaaa, second grade seems like yesterday. I'm almost a junior in high school, can you believe that? Next year I'll get my ring and next year I'll have a senior and next year I'll be able to drive hella and next year I'll be in Algebra 2 and next year I'll be in Sr. O'Dea's class and next year I will get my tattoo and next year I will have gone to South Africa and next year. NEXT YEAR.
Whoa.
Next year I'll be in Spanish 4 and next year I'll be taking Biology and next year I'll be turning seventeen and next year I'll own a bowtie and I will wear it to school every Monday. Hell, I'll own a bowtie this year. Next year I'll know how to cook more than chicken marsala and quesadillas. Next year the Schofields will be in college WTF MAYTE? Next year, with any luck, Mykaila and Morgan will be in Egypt, Turkey, Ghana, Indonesia, and Thailand and will have zillions of stories to tell when they get back SENIOR YEAR. Next year, this year's freshmen will be sophomores and will be going through the same thing I am now. Next year, we'll go to Kairos. Next year, Alexa will be driving that lovely yellow awesomemobile. Next year, my hair will be long.
Hokay. Excited.
Exactly three months yesterday until my birthday.
WHOA!
Sleepy. After tutor I must get home and sleep.
Love.
1) I'm in a bit of a sticky position. I was getting three D's when I got my progress report this trimester. To put it simply, my father shit a brick. So I told him I'd get my grades up if he'd leave me alone. I did bring my grades up, then they slipped again, but I was confident that I would bring them right up again. So when my father asked how my grades were doing, I weaved a little web of lies that I can't keep up with now. He was confident I was getting C's instead of D's, then B's instead of C's, then I finally told him the truth the other night. He asked and I said that I am getting a C in chemistry, a C in geometry, and a C in English which in my family is unacceptable. The whole, "But I thought you were bringing your grades up?" conversation went down and I promised again that I would bring them up.
So now I must, fo rizzle, since the trimester ends in two weeks. I can do it, right?
2) Today's a beautiful day. Happy birthday Danielle Bader and Dr. Seuss. I always remembered Danielle's birthday because the first year that we knew each other, the elementary school we went to had a Dr. Seuss Day on her (their) birthday.
Whoaaaaa, second grade seems like yesterday. I'm almost a junior in high school, can you believe that? Next year I'll get my ring and next year I'll have a senior and next year I'll be able to drive hella and next year I'll be in Algebra 2 and next year I'll be in Sr. O'Dea's class and next year I will get my tattoo and next year I will have gone to South Africa and next year. NEXT YEAR.
Whoa.
Next year I'll be in Spanish 4 and next year I'll be taking Biology and next year I'll be turning seventeen and next year I'll own a bowtie and I will wear it to school every Monday. Hell, I'll own a bowtie this year. Next year I'll know how to cook more than chicken marsala and quesadillas. Next year the Schofields will be in college WTF MAYTE? Next year, with any luck, Mykaila and Morgan will be in Egypt, Turkey, Ghana, Indonesia, and Thailand and will have zillions of stories to tell when they get back SENIOR YEAR. Next year, this year's freshmen will be sophomores and will be going through the same thing I am now. Next year, we'll go to Kairos. Next year, Alexa will be driving that lovely yellow awesomemobile. Next year, my hair will be long.
Hokay. Excited.
Exactly three months yesterday until my birthday.
WHOA!
Sleepy. After tutor I must get home and sleep.
Love.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
acai-blueberry-pomegranate
Necesito trabajar en mi proyectos de espanol y ingles. Tengo mucha tarea esta fin de semana.
Mis padres se pelean ahora, pero mi madre todavia quiere ir a la cabana. Por que? Porque ella "se ama". Pendejada.
Anyway.
I don't know what I'm doing today. I need to do lots and lots of homework, but I want to see Kay, but I don't know if my father will have the generosity to accept her because she has nowhere else to go this weekend. He'll think I'm making shit up.
God, Spanish is so much prettier than English.
I'm going to draw something today. I have some awesome colored pencils that have been neglected for the past couple of months. Last time I used them was the night before Preston and I broke up I believe, but no more of that. I'm going to color lots. Haha, I have muchos pencils left over from Segall's geography thing last year, because I kept losing some and buying new ones and finding the old ones and yeah.
Oh I will be in an octopus's garden today.
TENGO MI TELEFONO BACK TODAY!
Pero solamente hasta la noche, I think.
Lo siento a todas las personas que no pueden comprenderme.
Or to the people who can understand me but are pained by my grammar.
Must go.
I love you.
Mis padres se pelean ahora, pero mi madre todavia quiere ir a la cabana. Por que? Porque ella "se ama". Pendejada.
Anyway.
I don't know what I'm doing today. I need to do lots and lots of homework, but I want to see Kay, but I don't know if my father will have the generosity to accept her because she has nowhere else to go this weekend. He'll think I'm making shit up.
God, Spanish is so much prettier than English.
I'm going to draw something today. I have some awesome colored pencils that have been neglected for the past couple of months. Last time I used them was the night before Preston and I broke up I believe, but no more of that. I'm going to color lots. Haha, I have muchos pencils left over from Segall's geography thing last year, because I kept losing some and buying new ones and finding the old ones and yeah.
Oh I will be in an octopus's garden today.
TENGO MI TELEFONO BACK TODAY!
Pero solamente hasta la noche, I think.
Lo siento a todas las personas que no pueden comprenderme.
Or to the people who can understand me but are pained by my grammar.
Must go.
I love you.
Friday, February 27, 2009
you spin my head right round, right nound...
Like vines we intertwined
Carelessly growing up and growing old
Life was on our tongues
It tasted heavenly, so good
I went to a Hush Sound show once on August 1st? 2nd? The day after I got home from England this summer. I'd gotten zero sleep for like 3 days and pretty much passed out on top of Marisol (whom I was going with). It was a great show though...I miss going to shows. Mrow, maybe I'll start again soon.
Anyway.
Today's beautiful. There's still some residual snow, which makes the roads all nasty and dirty and slippery, but other than that...the sun's out!
I was talking to my mother and Preston about eras. Like when I think of the era we're in now I think of cold grey metal and silk ties, but when I think of the sixties I think of sunshine and dry grass. I guess that's a pretty cliche thing to think, but I do.
I've been listening to Nelly Furtado like a fiend lately. Her least-publicized second album, Folklore, I mean. I got it for Christmas in 2003(?), my brother gave it to me, and I listened to it nonstop for the entire time that we lived in France that winter. Now I'm always reminded of the foggy windows of our old Subaru stationwagon and autostradas going to Switzerland.
It's by far my favorite album out of the three. Four? Three. However many she has.
I'm in Religion class right now and I should be working on some homework of sorts, but I heard this song and I had to document my nostalgia.
Where we lived:
Albertville, France.
Near Grignon.
Amazing, covered in snow.
We stayed in the basement apartment of a family of three. I spoke French to them and the daughter spoke English to me.
There were lots of cows and roosters, but not in a grimy unhappy sort of way that some people think of when they see farms. They just had a couple chickens for eggs in the morning and cows for milk.
:) Amazing.
I'm hungry, need to call my mother re: dance company later.
I love you.
Carelessly growing up and growing old
Life was on our tongues
It tasted heavenly, so good
I went to a Hush Sound show once on August 1st? 2nd? The day after I got home from England this summer. I'd gotten zero sleep for like 3 days and pretty much passed out on top of Marisol (whom I was going with). It was a great show though...I miss going to shows. Mrow, maybe I'll start again soon.
Anyway.
Today's beautiful. There's still some residual snow, which makes the roads all nasty and dirty and slippery, but other than that...the sun's out!
I was talking to my mother and Preston about eras. Like when I think of the era we're in now I think of cold grey metal and silk ties, but when I think of the sixties I think of sunshine and dry grass. I guess that's a pretty cliche thing to think, but I do.
I've been listening to Nelly Furtado like a fiend lately. Her least-publicized second album, Folklore, I mean. I got it for Christmas in 2003(?), my brother gave it to me, and I listened to it nonstop for the entire time that we lived in France that winter. Now I'm always reminded of the foggy windows of our old Subaru stationwagon and autostradas going to Switzerland.
It's by far my favorite album out of the three. Four? Three. However many she has.
I'm in Religion class right now and I should be working on some homework of sorts, but I heard this song and I had to document my nostalgia.
Where we lived:
Albertville, France.Near Grignon.
Amazing, covered in snow.
We stayed in the basement apartment of a family of three. I spoke French to them and the daughter spoke English to me.
There were lots of cows and roosters, but not in a grimy unhappy sort of way that some people think of when they see farms. They just had a couple chickens for eggs in the morning and cows for milk.
:) Amazing.
I'm hungry, need to call my mother re: dance company later.
I love you.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
i am a fast-sinking anchor
Snow day today.
All we need is a little bit of momentum, break down these walls that we've built around ourselves. All we need is a little bit of inertia. Break down and tell, break down and tell.
These rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall. These rules are made to break us...these rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall. These rules are made to break us all.
There are several men running up and down the stairwell in my building right now. They're painting the doors and the stairwell and Tino will not stop barking at them. This dog needs to behave.
Colleen's beloved doggy Molly died today. RIP Molly. Amazing dog.
My mother and I went on a walk at Shilshole today. It was freezing and my earrings froze in my ears. It was nice though; I wanted to get out of the house. We might go to a movie; I have to wait for permission from the big man though.
I'm getting a dress as soon as I get money and tie-dyeing it. I have a dress all picked out and everything. It's going to be fucking awesome.
I want to start on the juju project again. Everytime I open my freezer and see my five packs of Polaroid film I get nostalgic a little? And just wishful I guess.
I'm content right now...have been listening to Daft Punk all day.
It's already 5:00 right now; I forgot about this blog post earlier and remembered when we came home from the walk.
Good stuff. :)
Going now. Bai.
I love you.
All we need is a little bit of momentum, break down these walls that we've built around ourselves. All we need is a little bit of inertia. Break down and tell, break down and tell.
These rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall. These rules are made to break us...these rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall. These rules are made to break us all.
There are several men running up and down the stairwell in my building right now. They're painting the doors and the stairwell and Tino will not stop barking at them. This dog needs to behave.
Colleen's beloved doggy Molly died today. RIP Molly. Amazing dog.
My mother and I went on a walk at Shilshole today. It was freezing and my earrings froze in my ears. It was nice though; I wanted to get out of the house. We might go to a movie; I have to wait for permission from the big man though.
I'm getting a dress as soon as I get money and tie-dyeing it. I have a dress all picked out and everything. It's going to be fucking awesome.
I want to start on the juju project again. Everytime I open my freezer and see my five packs of Polaroid film I get nostalgic a little? And just wishful I guess.
I'm content right now...have been listening to Daft Punk all day.
It's already 5:00 right now; I forgot about this blog post earlier and remembered when we came home from the walk.
Good stuff. :)
Going now. Bai.
I love you.
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