Right angles on a kitchen floor

Right angles on a kitchen floor
Christmas lights on rainy days
All I want is something more
Writing more than different ways
Laying down to stare at a star
Cold white bubbles in a bathtub
Your arms feel oh so far
Gravity swirls around its hub
Technicolor eyes taught me how to dance
A smile; a crinkled grey eye bends
So give us this one last chance
Before any of this ends



I got a speeding ticket today, for going 57 in a 40 zone. Whatever. Ich interessiere mich nicht. Ich mag nicht die Polizei. Ich bin frustriert, that's all. And etwas ungeduldig.
20 days until Underoath, 3 until school. And tomorrow I'm dying my hair dark dark brown. I had a long hot bath tonight. It helped soothe my emotions. Good thing I know what those are, so I can deal with them properly, eh?

We're nothing short of invincible

Home. Home is good.
It's after midnight and I just spent a week with little sleep and now I'm eating ribs and listening to music and I'm on the internet. (Obviously.) Some days I don't understand myself. Make that most days. I'm really excited for school to start, just so it can be over. I want to go back to camp, to always have something to do and people to be with, but where I can be alone should I so desire. Camp is nice, too, because you're isolated enough that the stupid things happening in the world don't affect you as much. I feel like writing but my words won't come. THAT is one of the most frustrating things in the world, when your main outlet is stopped up. I keep using the carpet as a napkin. But it's a carpet. So yeah, I have kittens. Or rather, Phantom has kittens. Three. An orange one named Coffee, a black one named Shade, and a tortoiseshell named Catti-brie. I already miss my LIT group, and t'other LIT group that I met this week, and other people from camp, and Philly people, from Philadelphia, and the Dalmeny people I haven't seen in a week.

When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?
Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
You never know what temporal days may bring
So Laugh, love, live free, and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord
-Anberlin

Dry eyes in the pouring rain

Underoath is coming back to Saskatoon. This time I AM going, although I do not have a ticket yet. Along with them are Moneen, Silverstein, and He is Legend, three bands I've heard of but never heard. Don't really care though. I just want to see Underoath. Really bad. Would anyone care to accompany me? Although I would go by myself anyway, 'twould be more fun with someone.
Yeah, in other news, camp was fun, I"m going back for one more week, in a cabin, and then I might go to Calgary with my family for a couple days. Then school starts again. Hoorah. I like school. Anyway, this computer's stupid.

The only sex I ever had was in a pan

...and you know I'm proud of that!

I went to the Fringe today. Or... yesterday, as it were. 'Twas a lot of fun. I bought another spray paint painting from that street painter that was at Dalmeny Days last year. It's pretty, it has the Northern Lights on it, which is why I bought it. I am in love with the Aurora Borealis.
Something I realized today was that I can't keep wishing to go back to Philly. That'll come in its time. I have to live in the here and now, instead of in my memories, rich as they may be. I am looking forward to camp on Sunday though. Which is good, because I would have to beat myself up if I wasn't.
The other thing I realized was that I am usually happiest where I meet God. Philadelphia, Redberry, etc. But I need to learn to meet God here at home, to be happy here at home, before I can run off to other places and be happy there. I'm working on it. Happiness is a choice, not so much an effect. So I choose to let God work in me. I choose to be happy.

In

Guess.