Fall Time <3.

First of all, let me just say that I LOVE this weather. I skipped Creative Writing and went to Starbucks with Sara. So much fun! But yeah, it's been a while since I wrote, I'm too lazy right now to go into specifics so yeah. Hmm. I get to buy my Spring Awakening tickets in two months and I'm very excited, holler. So sleepy. Ohh man.

I need to find some local/community theater to get into. Yup.

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Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends

Okay, cue sappy blog. Haha. I'm kidding. But no really, this summer has been amazing and I have to say that I have such an amazing group of friends. People I have known a while and people who I knew throughout high school but never really talked to them, and let me say I'm so glad I started talking to them and hanging out with them. I love the crazy things we do, bon fires, trips to hot waters when its only 70 something outside at 7pm at night, adventures to Wal-Mart, sleep overs, road trips, and so much more. This summer has been amazing and everything. I'm so glad to have this group of friends that I know I can turn to if I need them, who I know is going to make me laugh. I can be myself around them and not feel all self conscience, and its pretty amazing.


But now I'm tired and I have school in the morning.
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what do you think of this?

for creative writing we have to write a poem based off of a picture. im very stuck on this. here's one of the poem's i wrote, it's based off of a picture of new york, let me know what you think:

i want to get lost in your neon eyes,
i see the reflection of maybe and chances etched on your face.
I want you to cover me with your blanket of smog,
like you would a small child at night.

let me weave my way in and out of you,
like men in business suits.
Make my feet tremble
with the train underneath your concrete body.
Capture me like an animal with your skyscraper limbs
so I can never leave your beautiful city,
full of restlessness and dreams.

Allergies, D; boo. I love how they act up AFTER I get back from the fair. Haha. Anyhow, Sara and I went to the fair and it was a lot funner than we expected. Saw some people we knew, ate a lot of food that we probably shouldn't have ate. And than Sara bought me a coffee since it was kind of coldish. I rather it be cold than be in the 90's ya know?

So now I'm watching Madea goes to Jail with my parents but I think I'm going to bed since I have to be at work at 10:30. Boo.

I wanna go see Taking Woodstock soooo bad. And stuff. I think this is it for now, so holler.

Inspiration :D

I love when I get inspired to write stuff, espically poems! And somehow taking a creative writing class at LC has inspired me to write poems? Weird, right? I know. I want to post the stuff I write but I dunno if I'm going to post it here or make another blog for it. We'll see with time. But anywho, I wrote this poem at lik 4am (no lie) and wanted to see what you guys though...think? It;s just a rough draft but meh.

sex sells-
and thats all that matters to you.
a diferent bed everynight-
you can no longer tell their faces apart-
just one big blur in your vision.

your makeup smeared across your face,
hair across a pillow-
knotted and tangled.
and the moans you make are starting to sound fake.

but somehow it seems worth it the morning after,
as you wash the smell of him
out of your hair,
he was nothing but another man
in your sex driven game.

and now that i typed it out i realized im not a big fan of it. lol. ohh well.
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Creative Writing :D

So this is my first poem for my creative writing class and I want to know what you guys think of it! Feel free to be harsh, haha. Also it needs a title. Yeah.

to dream it to touch the untouchable,
your fingers can caress freedom like a small child.
you can cling to wisdom and youth
without them being wiped away by the savage storm that is awake.
you find yourself in a world where hunger and war doesn't exist,
for they are a distant idea like reality.
to dream,
or to be awake,
is nothing but the foolishness you find yourself in.

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Comfort Food & Sad Songs

I'm feeling pretty bummed, I'm not even gonna lie. I mean, this summer has been great and Chicago was such an amazing time. I got to hangout with a ton of people and do so really awesome stuff and now I just feel kind of stuck.


So, what am I doing? Eating my moms pasta (guilty comfort food), getting fatter, and listening to sad songs. Because thats what I do at times like these. I mean I'll go months and months of being so happy and than out of no where this depression hits me like a ton of bricks and it makes me hate myself more than I usually do. I wish I was prettier, I wish I was skinnier, I wish I could sing, I wish I had more self confidence. I wish boys would look at me and not be repulsed.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore and it scares me more than anything. I just want to hide in my room for the next five years.

I dunno, I hate being like this and I hate being depressed but who knows. I dunno.

-Meranda