SweetCitroelle: so you going anywhere for christmas?
Dj Trance502: nope
Dj Trance502: just chilling at home
SweetCitroelle: lucky. i've never been home for christmas.
Dj Trance502: what a paradox
SweetCitroelle: ....do you just spit out random words that sound cool? "Paradox" has nothing to do with what I just said.
Dj Trance502 signed off at 6:06:43 PM.
This, my friends, is a paradox:
Because green is an icky color and because the lockers are looking really bad, the school is getting them repainted. Hurray!
Now, everyone is campaigning for the new color to be blue. It's in the interest of school spirit, we say. We're the Mustangs, and we deserve blue, dangit!
Our school cares about the students. So much, in fact, that they are painting the lockers beige.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 6:15 PM
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
I realized that my last few posts have been rather pointless. They don't talk about myself, my life, or even my thoughts. They're just full of random drivel that comes spewing from my mouth. Part of this is because I find myself censoring my blog. I'm scared to let too much of me go, I suppose. Yes, blogs are supposed to be an outlet for your thoughts. But they're also public. I guess the key is to find a healthy balance of openness based upon what you are comfortable with, but let's face it- balance is so boring. This was why teeter-totters were invented.
But the thing is, I'm not really a mindless drone, no matter how I present myself. There's so much of me I'd love to write down, but I'm scared about those who will judge me, those who will use this information against me. Perhaps I'm paranoid. Perhaps I have cause for wanting to keep some shred of privacy. I don't really know.
So I'm making a new pledge to myself, to my blog, and to my readers. I'm not going to post every day for the sake of posting. I'm going to update when I have something to say, and feel comfortable saying it. If I get good enough, this should ideally still be every day. It might mean looking at the world in a different way.
But hey. Backbends are fun.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:43 PM
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
I'm glad we have natural rights. I'm glad I'm able to follow in pursuit of happiness. I'm glad I'm allowed to frolic.
Frolicking is the best thing you can do for yourself. Go outside. Jump around in circles. Skip while pulling your knees up to your chest. Yell a bit. Scream, even. Sing Christmas carols at the top of your lungs.
Do so even if it's January and you're in your pajamas. Do so even if people stare at you. Do so even if you are shushed. Heck, add in an "I LOVE YOU!" for good measure. 'Cause somewhere, deep down there, I bet you mean it.
Then call me in the morning, and send me a picture of your futon. Of your cat. Tell me about your childhood. Tell me about your dreams at night. Tell me, "Hi". And I'll say "Hi" in return.
I don't dream of world peace. I dream of world frolicking.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:57 PM
I find fault with the world when it's 20 degrees out yet there is no snow. Just green, green grass. I mean, if it has to be cold, at least it could be pretty. But noooo. The presence of the grass will drive me to my insanity, I think. If I'm not already there.
And I very well could be. Right before I go to sleep, I always talk to the people that I wish I could say something to in real life but can't. It's like I'm praying, except to the people I'm with everyday. Sometimes it's the silly crush stuff, sometimes it's the "I hate you almost die of a wretched death, then recover but lose all your limbs" stuff, and sometimes it's just as stupid as "Hey. Your eyelashes need to be trimmed." And the weird thing is, sometimes I believe they can hear me and talk to me back.
This is all in my head, of course. Then again, I liked that song.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:03 PM
Monday, December 16, 2002
Bizzare diss of the day:
You could never be a vegetable, even artichokes have hearts.
Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck.
Ever heard that Janet Jackson and Carly Simon song and thought the words were "Clowns in my coffee"? Me too.
I decided that if I were a Mormon, my name would have to be Amberly Anagene.
But I'm not, so all is well.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:12 PM
I find it strange that when passing another person on a semi-deserted street, both people pretend to not see one another until they are within ten feet of each other. When they are within the ten-foot zone, a small and barely audible "Hello" will be passed, and both continue on their way with a quickened pace. They have forgotten each other already.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:11 PM