five doors

There are five people sleeping in a different room of one house.

the liar has her bedroom door closed so no one sees her sneaking.

the goof has his bedroom door closed so no one can see him rock back and forth.

the married couple shut their bedroom door to argue with each other.

the teenager leaves her door open because she's scared to have it closed.


what can you know?

migraine

stars twinkle in corners of my eyes,

rain drops gently pattering on cemet grounds,

pain shoots through my brain,

thunderbolts crack through the dark sky,

my eyes can't take much more light,

flickering lamps finally give in to the storm.

microsoft narrator

I was doing my homework when I accidently happened to press a series of keys which caused microsoft narrator to pop up on the screen. Now i've never seen or heard of "mircrosoft narrator" before and it seriously freaked me out to hear this deranged male alien robot voice start talking to me out of no where. I found it a tad irritating that microsoft couldn't find a less harsh and more refined voice to use. If I had poor eyesight and wanted to use the computer for whatever reason I wouldn't want to hear that disgusting man tell me what was on the computer screen.

politics

obama vs. mccain

blah blah blah.

Is it really too much to ask for everyone to stop talking about the candidates? (i guess i can't really say much though since I'm writing about them) It's just all of these campaign parties are really getting old. Obama did this, McCain did that, when will it just stop? You can't really do anything without hearing about them somewhere. On the radio, tv, computer, people around you. The part that annoys me most is they aren't really even talking about the stuff that matters. No one wants to hear fluff or you defending yourself. People want to hear what you are going to do to fix the economy!
Although it doesn't even matter, I think we're going to get much worse before we get even the slightest bit better. Especially with both of the candidates.

thankful

it was only benign. and i had already promised her i'd bake her a pie.

fall

watching out my window
i follow the change,
how it moves on
through the days,
weaving within trees
shaking any seeds,
grass knows its glory
bending down to fess,
the people feel it too
i see their dress,
gusts of wind are the signal
the season is anew

fremont

is the freaking shiz.

i went to the sunday market today with mi madre after we left Theo's, and it was super cool. so many different items and people to see, i believe it's impossible not to love it. i have to live in fremont when i'm older. i HAVE to.

james mcavoy

is the sexiest man alive.

jane deserved tom

When I say this, I do not mean it as an insult by any means. but when I finished watching the movie Becoming Jane, i honestly felt like i was going to throw up. Jane loved Tom with all her heart and could have eloped along with him but she didn't. She knew what was right and what was wrong. She left, even if it meant she was going to be the loneliest unmarried woman in the world. I think that's so beautiful. Yes, it makes me want to throw up, but i love it and it makes me so sad. I'm not sure if i love stories (true or fiction) like that or if i loathe them.

jane austen is my true hero.

bitter truth

to tell the truth
i'm angry,
mad about what
i used to be,
what i am now,
and how i dont
do anything,

to tell the truth
i'm lonely,
i could get out,
but i don't,
i stay at home
and mope
"it's them not me"

quote

no matter how quick the task, always defeat knowing you used strategy.

being thankful

I know i take things for granted way more than i should. Therefore, i have thought of a list of a bunch of stuff i am mighty glad i have.

familia
an able body
friends
yards
peanut butter
water + tea
laundry washer + dryer
computer
postage stamps
paper
dictionaries + thesauruses
pens
lighting
tape
planner

terrific

its funny how you can remember the most random things from a single word. i cant remember what i did a week ago but i remember bragging to my dad about how i could spell "terrific" when i was little, so i could get some attention from him. i remember how i thought it was such a big deal i could spell such a big word, and how smug i felt after i recieved praise from both mom and dad.