| YUCK! |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|12:44 pm]
callmearlene
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| | BROKEN MP3 PLAYER!!! :( | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
I had such a stressful Thanksgiving! As usual! I had to drive from Oviedo to Longwood so many times it makes me spin to think about it, I didn't see half the people I said I would, and one or more of my family members is mad at me now! I also spilt a cup of Pepsi on my new MP3 player that I just got in October for my birthday, and I listen to it NON-STOP! So I now have nothing but the radio in my car & nothing to help make the time go by faster at work! I spent yesterday morning puking! Why you ask? Because I was nervous about a presentation in Religion, and somehow that turned into Puke-Fest 2005! I tend to barf before something big (Prom: puked, graduation: puked), but to puke 6 or 7 times because a presentation!?!! Good Lord! I would rather it be morning sickness! At least then I'd have an excuse, but just being a wimp is pretty lame! I take that back about the morning sickness thing! I would not wish that on myself or any other 19-year-old, unsuspecting girl! YUCK!!!
My cousin & his new wife are pregnant, however! Which is good news because now the Mason family name has a chance to continue on! I'm not actually sure if that's a positive...we're not that great of a family...I'm just being optimistic that this good news will help all the negative stuff get covered up for a while!
I think I did ok on the presentation, though. Not GREAT, but ok. I would have done much better if I hadn't gotten all flustered! I have NO problem talking in front of people! It's so easy for me! I'm ridiculous!!!! |
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[Nov. 17th, 2005|10:38 am]
callmearlene
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| [ | music |
| | The Police: I'll Be Watching You | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy | ] |
I don't know what we could do today if you came over like before.
I'm not sure if we could get away with playing those old games anymore.
But if we take just a moment to try and figure it out,
We might find out in good time what it's all about.
The difference isn't in the length of our stride;
It's the change of the tide,
The shift in the breeze,
The pattern of the skies.
But I can tell by that startled look in your eyes;
That look that reminds me how much I can plot,
And it's then that you remember I do it a lot. |
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| Senility will follow. Just ask someone who knows. |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|09:09 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | mood |
| | jubilant | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cream (Clapton!): Strange Brew | ] |
I can't feel my knuckles between my fingers but I feel their constant bearing.
The waves stopped rolling for a moment, but only for a moment, and then you were there.
Do you care? What would happen if I thumbed my way outa here? If I got myself someone to take care of me and send me up North where my problems won't follow? Would you, though? Would you follow, Friend?
The mood changed drastically when we walked in that room, but we knew it was the silence, not the room itself. I felt around for the pulse of my logic, but found nothing but silence again. After all, there was no clear thought to be made when the last of it fell off last year.
Then what's the point of me wasting my time on such disproportionate, decrepit details?
If I waste enough time on the thrills of my life then I'll just have to except the senility that follows. |
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| I Love College |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|08:58 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | mood |
| |  Accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Led Zeppelin: Going to California | ] |
Nothing's easy anymore.
You can't even walk out the door.
Forget something again?
Turn around...go back...try this again.
How much more frustrating does life get
before you breakdown and hate all of it?
There's only one check-out line open at the store,
and they don't carry the shampoo you use anymore!
The stacks of paper on your desk grow by the day,
but you didn't want to do anything but school work anyway!
As if the work isn't enough,
why don't we worry about some other stuff?
Hey, how will you come up with that money you owe?
A vacation would be nice, but for that price you won't go!
Everyone keeps telling you about the nap they got to take.
You might have to try one yourself, for heaven's sake!
The concept of time appears to be shattered,
because the clock only works when you're doing something that matters!
But hey, don't worry about it, just do what has to be done.
Why didn't anybody ever tell you that college would be this much fun? |
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| How do YOU treat your refrigerator? |
[Nov. 3rd, 2005|06:23 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beatles | ] |
I listen to these bizarre lyrics about octopus' gardens beneath the waves
What do they say?
Not positive, but it holds close to my heart
The references to the thumping on the ceiling was clever
I wonder if that really is what they were doing?
The problem with thin walls is the ability to ignore the noise.
How could I have become this unconcerned with bothersome doings?
They say to see how he'll treat you, see how he treats his mother.
I say, for a girl, see how she treats her refrigerator...
That's how she'll treat her mother.
If I can't benefit, then don't call--I'm too cynical to hear it right now.
When I'm done skipping rocks on the pond I'll get back to you,
but right now I'm just too tied-up with belongings and tears to admit I could miss you.
The cross-eyed headache on my brain is stifling my words and cramping my focus.
Further down the sidewalk is some debris from the storm. Please, make me feel alone. |
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| Sitting on your shoulder... |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|08:25 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimmy Hendrix | ] |
The weather is delightful and it reminds me of a tune I know. Outside is far more pleasant, but where is there to go? The shadows are lonesome, yet tingly and invigorating. I can't think of anything related worth tolerating. It seems as if the clock stopped just short of your next vacation. What can you do when the world turns its back, except to turn around as well and spit on the shoes of those that dish out the abuse. If this house turned to melon, I'm not sure I could eat my way out! I've done nothing but eat for days and the way that I live is a haze. Oh, the countless days I've spent on this lily pad--only to be knocked off by somebody far more tolerant of the mosquitoes and yellow jackets. Go ahead, they can have it. The real fact is that the chili in the refrigerator will make a wonderful breakfast, and although I'm afraid it makes me pathetic, I'm going to eat it all...probably by myself and probably smothered in shredded cheddar cheese. Look down on me, scoff at me, call me a loser, but you must understand that the side that wins this battle is the one with opposable thumbs. Pick on someone your own size, cricket. |
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| Research |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|07:08 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | mood |
| | frustrated | ] |
Decided on Alcoholism! I think maybe the genetic possibilities might be interesting. Don't have the links to the Ebsco host stuff I found, but they have some good information. Found 4 books too! If anyone reads this and is doing something similar, but can't find anything on it, let me know! |
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| Too much |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|09:36 am]
callmearlene
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| [ | music |
| | Happy Birthday to Sam!!!!! | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | relieved | ] |
Awful sleepless temptations keep me from my duties. Honestly, though, I never really liked them much anyway. They keep me so busy I pull out my brow, but it always seems to grow back somehow. I'd like to have just one cool day-- a day of dry joy and free thoughts. Oh, forget the joy and thoughts-- I just can't stand the rain. What a familiar tune to hum? I've heard it before. At least I believe I have or it could just be a hoax. To try and get me to turn my back on his folks. What nice people you meet when you leave the planet. I can't stand people here-- I suppose it's just a bad habit. If I could only find the financial capability to say hey, but that's a long way off and a few steps short of making it to the big time. If the weather indicates your mood, then I would assume you'd like to be left alone. Or else you're just angry with the people again. Like I am. But it is pouring down the streets like elephants upon release from the local habitat. Does it make much since to blow all this change on pinball? Probably not, but it sure keeps my mind from dwelling on the obvious. Boy, it's sure hot in here, but this too shall pass. Or at least that's how the saying goes. |
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| Tie a String Around Your Finger to Remember |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|12:42 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | music |
| | none...library | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
Dirty fingernails tell the story of a busy life. If hygiene and health weren't included in the twenty-four hours we get each day...I just may be able to catch a chance. A cough and a sneeze and buffalo dreams: the kind of crazy hallucinations that fever bring. A swollen head? A head that's about to explode. Or implode, I don't care. I just want to scare my self into submission. Get to bed before three. I don't want to climb down from here, but it's a must. It's time to raise my hand to answer questions in my head so that someone thinks the world of me. It's all for the Apple of my eye. The simple smile that assures your success in this mess.
A new shape, a new you, a bad cut. I'm impulsive and hurried and it catches me still. The school boy that's inside has opened up wide and reveals the insecurities inside. Catch a glimpse. Catch a ride, and this month or two will glide through a memory of confusion. Uncertainty is useless. Who cares if they approve us or if they even know our names. Oh, listen, so they do. And it seems they know yours too, but the words are not welcoming or fake. They're sincere, my dear, but it's not very clear, which part the importance is on. So I'll go, I'll smile, I'll clap at their show, but I can assure you so well. I will not say a word that indicates my nerves are as tight as the string around my finger. I tied it there not to forget, and I haven't forgotten yet, that I like me. At least most of the time. |
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| Winter Glum... |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|08:04 pm]
callmearlene
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| [ | music |
| | Grand National | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
Winter outside. Always winter. It's just some days that I wake up and it's winter all day. I'm chilled to the soul right now, I don't know what to say. Except that it must be winter outside. It's inside too, though. It creeps into my nostrils. I think it came under the door. I hate the glum of winter when my head feels too tight and my skin feels too small and I'll tell you once more. I don't like it at all. The furniture creeps in and makes the room feel so small. Like I'm trapped in some dark, cold, cold dungeon of doom. I sure hate this gloom. I don't mind doing all the work, because there's nothing I'd rather be doing when it's winter. Nothing could possibly seem as fun when it's winter. The kids from the north are having a ball. I see them all naked and practicing their tricks. I happen to think that shorts and winter-time don't mix. The barren sky even hates the cold. It cries icy tears of yellow and gold from the sun. If you concentrate on it so hard that you think of nothing else, you may actually feel yourself getting warmer. At least that's what I always do. My joints ache and my mind is clouded with cold. I enjoy the smell of autumn though. That familiar smell of autumn. |
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