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11.07.2003
Mankind:
Alright; I don't know why I am writing a note, seeming I haven't written one all year. It's probably because I'm nervous. A whole weekend with nothing to do but hang out. That's not even all of it. All weekend with Quinton. It's not a bad nervous, but more an anticipation nervous. Sure, this isn't the first time I've stayed all night with a guy. I also know nothing is going to happen. But regardless of all this, I am still allowed to be nervous....right?! okay. the tears are coming now...I don't even know why i am crying, but i am. I'm not too immature for this...i'm not too young...i can do it. jesus...get over yourself Carrie Michelle.
Care Bear @ 2:43 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
11.04.2003
truer words were never spoken....see Lacey's blog to establish the truth.
I had a lot to write and then the words just evaded me. They picked up their bags and marched right out of my head...dammit.
pictures...memories...everlasting love...just like my writing...forever...in my heart...to live is great...to write is golden...it out does all...ignorant people...annoying me...stop with the airhead questions...why?...ahh...just stop!...go...go forth and live...love...hearts forever...like effingham...the giant metal cross...a hangout for stoners...ironic...immoral...who am i to decide?...morals are individual...unique...one that "stands out"...to stand out is dangerous...bond, james bond...player...holla what...exactly what I was thinking...my thought process is jammed...and peanut butter...oreos...racial remarks...bigotry...horrible-ness...society reigns...painting perfection...in pictures.
***this is just mindless rantings...not really mindless...i started with the word pictures and simply wrote the first thing that came to my mind. Then...i tied it together by finishing with the word i started with...i call this exercise..."The Circle of Words/Life"***
Care Bear @ 9:26 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
11.03.2003
After reading Mario's blog, my front porch called to me. He wrote of his personal place in which he could just simply go and write. It had been a long while gone since I had just sat down in nature and wrote or read. As I sat in utter tranquility, a breeze blew my hair; the leaves crackled under their own weight, and vivacious colors filled my eyes as the whirlwind surrounded me. My father's creations chimed out their songs of joy. Squeals from a children's game floats across the street. "Red Rover...Red Rover...send Amber right over." Flags are moved by the wind; just as people are moved by flags. Amazing are the things brought by the wind. If only I hadn't been too busy to listen.
A peaceful fascination. I haven't been this relaxed in a long time. Sure, I have homework and deadlines....parents and chores. However, non of that matters now. The sun beats on my face, sending along the Sandman. Not an exhausted sleep, but rather the lazy state we all ong for. I can't remember the last time I just sat and pondered. It was probably sometime before the hecticness of high school or someime there after. I could be rewriting my paper or working on an essay for Bradley, but I don't want to. I am perfectly content as I sit here on a creaking, green, wicker couch, listening to the sounds of fall. An escape. That's what it is. An escape from the prison of deadlines and time schedules...routine. Maybe I'll step out of my world more often and take note of the wonders which surround me.
Care Bear @ 4:37 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
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