January 2011
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precocious
2. I was about 6 or 7 and he was in my class. We were both “cool” kids, but that doesn’t mean much since we were in a classrom of about 7 kids, and most of us were cool…only one or two were not. Anyway I liked him even though when I look back I realize that even for a 6 year old he was homely. We used to play sailor moon together. It was very “in” those days....
December 2010
100 posts
precocious.
(i’ll try and write a bit about each boy I remember liking, since the beginning, which really was at an early age. I was always rather coquette and I also remember always having a crush on some guy. always….)
1. i can’t remember how old I was, probably 5 since it was first grade and I had skipped kinder garden. This kid was a total dorky looking 6 year old. In an adorable way,...
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blessed
my mom gets really cold at night so she asked dad to turn on the heat. My dad and i protested because it gets uncomfortably warm and dry but in the end mom and her cold fingers and toes won. Now as I’m trying to fall asleep but can’t, the heat is on, and my nose and throat are feeling the dryness of the air. It’s so hot that I had to take my sweater off.
I thought “i hate...
“Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goal;...”
– thomas jefferson
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Anonymous asked: who is your biggest love?
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estrogen alert: it ain't bad.
Today was different from what I’m used to, but I was very happy for this. I began the day by leisurely getting ready while watching Grease on television, reading some blogs, going through the december Vogue, and eating some *yes* chicken soup for breakfast. I had been planning on going with “him” to a museum, but I guess museums are closed on tuesdays in LA… we had...
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These are all part of me now.
Chopin. Degas. Haruki Muarkami (the windup-bird chronicle, kafka on the shore, after dark). 100 years of solitude. Ojos de Perro Azul. words in arabic. E.E. Cummings. “Tienen tan grande el corazon que se destruyen sin saberlo”. Rain. Chocolate. Feynman (and my crush on him). Rooftop exploring. The goldline, in the morning. The first snow. Bonsai tree. Japanese art. Swedish films. Woody...
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a year ago. almost
January 1, 2010 at 2:54am
“For you, blue”
A slice of kiss so ordinarily small (in fact all matters are strange) in circles that we run traveling past the windows of our eyes into the height of tomorrow we never knew this could go on still we chase unbelievable lights. Never close enough to feel far enough to long this is why we can’t ever come home.
RDS
goldroomtalks
long story short, when guys aggressively (or just actively) pursue me, without me first being interested in them, it is a turn off. Sure, guy, you might seem ideal on paper. You may be quite charming and funny, and maybe i’d have a great time with you. Maybe I did have a great time with you. But if there isn’t a ‘spark’ inside me that makes me think of you in cotton-candy...
wisdom
“dime con quien te juntas, y te dire quien eres”
“tell me who you hang out with, and I’ll tell you who you are”
just being reminded of that old mexican saying was enough to help out. Thanks Wendy!
11:11
it took a long time but i think that all i needed was exactly what i have now.
THANK YOU.
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In 2010, for the first time since 1638, a total lunar eclipse falls on the winter solstice—a stargazing…
“Trying on pants is one of the most humiliating things a man can suffer that...”
– Larry David
“Somehow immediacy makes waiting easier.”
i dreamt a series of dreams, but the last one before i woke up, I dreamt that my dad had bought my sister this really big book with a hard deep dark blue cover, and it was a book for children, with fun facts, advice, poems, rhymes. The pages were bright, with a black background and funky white bubbly letters, drawings, and such. I was curious about the book so i started looking through its pages....
“everymorning.”
sick heart.
chagrin d’amour est en fait faire mon cœur très malade:
Today I had to go to the doctor; I fainted and my heart beat was very fast. Apparently stress is affecting my heart. It’s a “heart rhythm disorder”. I have a sick heart.
i’m an ingored call now.
“Saudade.
de mais.”
how is it so easy?
meanwhile, for me, I could barely go 1 day trying to be strong and angry and done, but at night I was still missing everything. Woke up the same way.
I thought “i wish i could be callously cool like him”….but i really don’t. I think that though one may suffer from caring too much (about the wrong people, wrong things), one also experiences great (deep) joy from this very quality. Those who are detached may not be vulnerable to life’s (ready for a cliche…. ) blows, but they also become immune to love, and...