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Name: Sarah
Birthday: 4/24/1990
Gender: Female
Expertise: Being outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking, good at getting people to have fun, pleasure seeking, irresponsible, physically affectionate, risk taker, thrill seeker, likely to have or want a tattoo, adventurous, unprepared, attention seeking, hyperactive, irrational, loves crowds, rule breaker, prone to losing things, seductive, easily distracted, open, revealing, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, attracted to strange things, non punctual, likes to stand out, likes to try new things, fun seeker, unconventional, energetic, impulsive, empathetic, dangerous, loving, attachment prone, and prone to fantasy
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  idiomaticfancyof
Member Since:
10/25/2004
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| Surrounded, tangled in wires and screens,
We're glowing, we've waited, we're growing together.
Cold counters support us, reality's severed,
Still waiting to find out what this means.
Forget sunlit studios, windows and stairs.
Forget everyone else, all the realists and doubters.
Warm air sits so heavy here on the cold counters.
Remember the mouthfuls of electric, warm air.
In this small room, I wait and wonder if we will,
Let go of or fix up or ruin or come to second-best.
Hot hands embrace warm air, on cold counters they rest.
It's been years or just one day and I'm invisible, still.
And if you're sitting there again today,
Then love is lost and lust is underway. | | |
| So I've been flirting with the idea of writing in this thing again for about a week, after being inspired by my good friend Steven Hershkowitz. I was reading over some (or rather all...) of my old posts anddd, I don't know, I think I really enjoyed writing on here back when I did that. And I showed some of the older stuff to some friends from school and Zach said something like, "This would be boring for anyone but you to read, who would want to know all these tiny, monotonous details about your life?" or something to that effect. Which is definitely fair (though I did get a fair amount of comments), but I answered by saying that I more did because I liked it and less because I thought other people would.
Anyway, I'm on spring break now and rather bored. Pretty much I'm just listening to Fantasies by Metric on repeat on repeat on repeat because it's SO SO GOOD and I'm obsessed. That and refreshing Facebook over and over again. And I'll admit, I caught up on fmylife.com and played some bubblespinner and... so yes, like I said, bored. So I went to see if Steven had written anything recently, and he had, and I thought, you know, I could do that, too.
Not that I could write poetry, ncessarily, but that I could write here. Because... I used to like to do that? And judging from the fact that this is like my 3rd paragraph, I guess I still do. Andddd, it's going to be boring to everyone who reads it, in fact, I'll be surprised if anyone even gets this far.
When I typed "or something to that effect" earlier, I had to google whether it should be "effect" or "affect."
I wish I could meet Emily Haines. I'm not really sure why. I don't really have anything to say to her except for "thank you" and "I love you" and "you blow my fucking minddddd" and "marry me," but I don't think that would... meh. You know. I think I'd be too starstruck or something to say anything intelligent. And it's not like I have any advice for her or even really any questions. Because, you know, she's perfect.
Fantasies is about to start over for the 3rd time tonight.
Age is weird because the more it happens the less it matters, at least up to a certain point. Like, babies are their very own set group of people. And then we're all separated by grades and by different sectioning off-ing of schools (like elementary doesn't mix with middle doesn't mix with high doesn't mix with college, at least for the most part). And now in college, I know I mostly hang out with freshmen, but I definitely have classes with students of all years. And then, well for example, my mom has really close friends a decade in both directions, but it's not weird. I guess once you get to be reeeaaally old, you sort of only hang out with other old folks. Though I don't really know if that's true. But my point was that I'm looking forward to after-college when I have a job (hopefully) and have friends that are older and younger than me... not that I don't have that now. Mostly I was just thinking about how I appreciate my friends in 11th grade who I get to go to concerts with and share musical excitement with in general. Yea... everything in this post more or less relates to Fantasies because I'm obsessed, and as I told Alex Joseph, "I don't really want to talk about anything else!"
So that killed some time...
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| i like to be able to read my old entries sometimes and xanga sent me an email saying that if i didn't post something, my site would go away, but i don't want it to, so here this is.
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| In this place, you live before you die
You work to live, to pass the time
The river’s dirty, but the water’s fine
And your parents will love you, as long as you try
He’s been here two decades, maybe three
Well loved by his friends and community
But he knows that there’s more on this earth to see
And sings me his Spanish fantasy
With his own body, he became an exporter
For about an hour, he’d crossed the border
Till he was plagued by government disorder
Just cause something’s aligned doesn’t mean it’s in order | | |
| So this girl that I've just recently met,
Thanks God for global warming's sweet mercy.
She's never been a fan of frozen threats.
Her mom told her of a disease you can get,
When the world's icy and sun's less often seen,
And now she's wondering if she's got it yet.
She learned about a thing they call sleep debt,
So in her head, she hibernates like bears.
Strange girl never loved the snow, all cold and wet.
She's never been a fan of frozen threats.
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