we are girls so mean to girls?????

We want different things

I am submerging myself into something that is so much greater than myself... it is more important than myself, my family, my friends, and even my boyfriend (my best friend).
I wish that some people could understand that. but if they don't, that won't stop me from leaving them behind.
i'm so confused.

Collab Song with Kate (in progress)

Chords

Verse

Amadd9 Gm/Bb 4x

Chorus

C F/C

C Em

C F/C

Em* Dsus2/E Gm/Bb

Lyrics

Verse1:

We trample the moonlight—

we don’t ask questions

of rainbows in spilled milk.

Dreams leak out of the cup

but never run dry

or stain our stubborn bones.

Chorus 1x:

Sour, sweet, or bitter biting,

Just Live hard and love free

Dance naked in the downpour

Drenched in revelry

Verse 2:

Under teacup eyelids

full moon dayglows

Blinking back the stars

Bald knees scraped on asphalt

Puddles in our jeans

mud hearts cake & creep

-------

Chorus 1x

Jizz in my Pants

Andy Sandberg is hott. even in this ridiculous music video.

Blast from the Past with a side of Indigestion

I was having a really stressful day on Tuesday, eg: the bus was late to take me to class, I had a meeting/interview with LInda Clement to write my recommendation for an internship at NIH, my friend is moving to Dubai so I had to him in DC for the last time before the move, I had to go to help center, pick up Nick from class, and make a $130 deal with my brother. All this in one day. As you can imagine I was having mad anxiety, plus dealing with my brother is never a pleasant experience.

And that was just the context for the thing that put me over the edge: While I was getting ready to go over to that 70s house after I'd gotten back from DC, my phone rang and I picked up an unknown number, but had a really bad feeling. No dice. It was Kyle. That promptly began a downward spiral into a fulblown panic attack. Yes, pathetic. So I told him I'd call him back.

I was waffling back and forth between calling and not calling. Felt like I owed him the chance, just like, human-to-human, to hear him out. But I know that I'm a very all or nothing person, so I pretty much saw it going one of two ways: either I was going to shutdown entirely and be completely unaccesible emotionally, or I was going to have an emotional breakdown, something close to hysterics.

Being that shutting down has been the general trend for quite some time now, I saw that as the more likely of the two, but the issue with going all cold/numb is that it fucks you up in the future, you know? ie. not so human. But in the end, I called back, still in the throes of a pseudo heart attack & what actually happened was totally unexpected.

At first I kind of tried to deal with it like I was talking to someone at Help Center, which is pretty much how I dealt with his dad, when he called back in January to update me on his and Kyle's rehab situation (AND also guilt trip me and tell me that the family loves me and misses me, etc). But at some point in the conversation, he said something that made me laugh. Essentially, after that point, a huge change happened in me, and even though I was and am acutely aware of falling into the old routine and all of the angst that being in a relationship with him entailed, I shit you not: I felt better after talking to him.

Not just better. I felt like all the stress was deal-with-able. All the anxiety just kind of wiped clear. The more I mull it over, the more my feelings sound like an addict finally getting a fix after months and months of withdrawal. I don't like that idea. Even though I'm not technically doing anything destructive, the idea of being that connected to someone, especially that that someone is Kyle, is pretty terrifying.

I'm not entirely sure what to think about any of it. I couldn't talk to Nick about it, because I know how he would think it's stupid for me to even give the guy the time of day, and his erratic, ambivalence towards me is no less confusing in terms of biasing any possible answer.

So, pretty much, I'm just asking for you to philosophize over the situation. If you have no response, that's totally OK! and to be honest, quite understandable. If I were to talk to my mom, she would just tell me everything I did wrong. I'd rather focus on trying to figure out my feelings on the matter, cuz not being 100% sure of my feelings certainly hasn't done me any good.

End Long-winded-and-incredibly-ridonkulous-hyperanalysis-of-a-probably-completely-unimportant-event-in-the-life-of-mandy.

Props to your dedication to my mental health if you got all the way through this! You're probably higher on God's scale than Mother Theresa.

oh yes... and this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuGaqLT-gO4&feature=player_embedded

Draft

An Incubus


slipped into the bedroom well after

her catatonic blundering left

the thumbturn haphazardly horizontal, and

she, drained by drunken key-search fumbling,

left her wide yawn last to close

on the night. With the clanging noises

to gain entry blunting the edges of all

other sounds—the whine of hardwood

panels under pressure as they strain

against the nails that hold them

down—her ears are turned to inward

silencing.


Hypnogogia is off for the night, subdued

to the shadows by flesh-bone-blood—

no need to creep around the body out cold

and dreamless, stealth lost on the piss-drunk

girl, still vacuum-sealed in bar-sweaty

spandex.

She stirred, mumbled.

Still again, the intruder, treading the fine line

of grey-out amnesiac security, pushed

shadows from eyelashes across her

cheekbones like ink stains her mascara

made the morning after.

The sun slunk

in through hang-over inertia, and blistering

recollections leaked pus onto her pillow

as she sat up, the sleep-sand deserting

her eyes. The fragments reassembled

into a limbo somewhere between

dream and memory.

An incubus

came to bed last night.



^^ not a true ending. plus the indentations are all fucked as well as the linebreaks... yeah...