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[Friday
September 25th, 2009
09:39 pm] |
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| Peace in the Form of a Dream |
[Monday
April 28th, 2008
12:18 pm] |
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Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad heart in breaking
My body's salvating and hell is my doom
- feist
( Beware! Beware of looking twice, of peering too closely at things )
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[Monday
December 17th, 2007
04:08 pm] |
I've made it safely to North Carolina and my parent's house. Mom and dad have certainly made themselves at home here. They've already redone the office, adding in built in shelves, rearrange the layout of mom's bathroom to add in a large tub and limestone walls with really cute alcoves.... Jonathan's old bedroom has been converted into a cute little room with a Christmas tree, some beautiful large dark wooden chests and shelves, a flat screen television (that I can hook my laptop onto and play DVDs on the screen it... sweet!).... a new stove and microwave.... they've spent god-only-knows how much on the back, adding garden beds, putting in a stone walkway, and a stairway through this bed with daylilies and luropi in it.
It's nice and cozy and all the rooms run into each other downstairs so you don't feel very cramped, but I still miss the roominess of our house in Roanoke. Just thinking back on our basement and how much room I had to move around in makes me long for "home."
A good thing is that I got the big room with the Christmas tree and the television. Nobody's home right now, so I've got the place to myself. I've already made myself an omlette. God! It's so good to have a kitchen again... a real one. Not that awful kitchen me and Trista have at the dorm.... that cheap metal thing with the stove right next to the sink. Who does that? Who?
I still haven't heard about my grades. They won't be posted until the 19th. Urrrg, and I really super slacked this time. I had a dream last night that I'd failed my thesis for some reason.... and then, while I was hanging out with all these people, I kept finding old tests and quizzes littered around the room with C's and D's and F's on them. I kept gathering them up as people tried to look at them, making lame jokes about it, etc. and so forth.
Ick, dreams suck!
Anyway, before I came here I spent a couple of days with Alicia and Kady. We mainly chilled, I got to play some video games. Kady had gotten into a fight with her dad, and she couldn't go home for a while. We visited CJ and Matt in Gatlinburg on Saturday, which was fun. They were staying in this Egyptian themed hotel room for their 1 year anniversary. It was kick ass! Spinx statues in front of the posts of the bed, a King Tut head in a alcove above the head of the bed..... hyroglyphs and paintings were on the wall; they have a flat screen tv above a fireplace.... a hot tub and a balconey....
Yeah, pretty cool. Matt made us Tom Collins and CJ ordered pizza. A negative to having a friend that is "well off" is that you always get uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize you can't really contribute or pitch in..... Grant it, if I were better with my money and maintained 2 jobs like Alicia does..... but whatever, no biggie.
Matt talked to me about hooking me up with a nice friend of his. I'd already met the guy. He actually was nice. I told him that it'd be fun to try, so maybe I'll go on a double date with them or something sometimes. CJ's friend Miles sent me a message on facebook, and he's really cute.... But I think he's also addicted to cocaine (or something).....
Call me picky, but I don't want a guy that's addicted to a drug, ugly, has little education, or has no manners. Surprisingly, this (however) seems to eleminate nearly EVERY MAN I've met in the city of Maryville (and parts of Knoxville).
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| because it's been a while |
[Thursday
March 8th, 2007
10:56 am] |
I should write fanfiction again.
Any suggestions? Harry Potter, Naruto, Fullmetal.... Boondock Saints....
I really have no idea which direction I should take.
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| Reality is False // Poem |
[Wednesday
February 28th, 2007
03:33 pm] |
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out of gas - modest mouse |
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This poem has been a WOP for a while. So you BETTER like it.
Reality is False
I don’t need eyeliner to know that my eyes are there
I don’t need lip-gloss to see that my lips are red
What false realities keep us so contained
That we fail to see beauty for what it is--
Veiled behind a curtain, yellowed and pinked,
Not pouted out or winked,
Outside I steal away into my car
Pushed by a straying thought that longs to pass,
I drive to an unknown place,
To an unknown river, to an unknown patch of grass,
I take myself down towards its banks
And I sit myself on a rock to wait,
Wait on something of nature that hasn’t been distorted
By modern fate.
Through the shallow waters I see rusted tin,
I see tires and wrappers
No evidence of fish’s tail or fin,
Humanity surrounds me like a sick blanket
Heavy and weighing
I cannot escape this maw of false smiles
This era of plastic that keeps me straying.
Too far have I placed myself
In the company of blind men and fools
Too connected am I to my fellow man
Their desires, and their rules
Perhaps I cannot be removed from this setting
Perhaps it is too late
And yet I remain on my rock to wait
On something that isn’t distorted
-- the subject of my own fate
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| random poem |
[Wednesday
December 27th, 2006
12:54 pm] |
a prayer at the pub
jiffy_pop
'I'm drinking fast to forget,' he said. That incurable itch in the back of his skull
that whispers 'I was a good boy once but Jezebel's seducing breath found its way
into my chest and now
i'm a slave to the jar
to the doleful ringing of the bells at the bar'
they ring 'come all devoted followers of sorrow and regret
stay here and be free of your odious debt'
with a sweetness like prayer to a holy chalice
where psalms are sang from broken lips, through crooked teeth of the faithful
much like the glassy eyes of an abused spouse
with her feet transfixed on the ground, 'I can't go no where. This is the only
life I know.'
Poor weeds, rooted deep in the slush of roadside refuge and decay
withering away, lamenting 'I've got debts I owe, debts I owe
and no place to grow, no place to grow'
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| you do what you have to do |
[Saturday
December 23rd, 2006
11:48 pm] |
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. I woke up today feeling miserable! My throat was so swollen I couldn't talk. And I was aching and my ears were ringing..... But I was able to pump myself full of pills and hot drinks, and I felt.... 60% functional by 2:00PM. I still ended up passed out on the couch, though. I've just been so fatigued and weak.
Went to Lauren's apartment today. Once again I was annoyed at the high level of not-so-very-well-hidden drama in her apartment. But it was still fun. She got me some very thoughtful gifts, and that was nice.
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Ever notice any movie with Johnny Depp playing in it always has his name usually in bold letters on its cover? And in the movie advertisements they always seem to stress how Johnny Depp is in it. It's like one big advertisement ploy. And what's so sad about it is that it works. With all the attention we give him, I bet that man must have the biggest ego in the world.
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Well, I'm leaving for North Carolina tomorrow. I'm going to try and get a little last minute Christmas shopping done. But that all depends on how well I'm feeling. Today I barely had energy to get up. I ended up meeting a lot of Lauren's friends tonight..... Julie, Katie, and Lisa. They were kind of boring. Very sheltered and stiff. They would talk about things in the most simplistic ways. But they had good hearts, and in the very least, it made socializing with them easy.
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| Original Story Post |
[Wednesday
November 22nd, 2006
04:40 pm] |
Title: Learning to Fly
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13
Type: Original
Summary: A story about two individuals from very different backgrounds relating to each other and helping each other learn how to cope with the painful situations in their lives.
Quote: "Are you trying to ignore me?" Karen asked.
"You're not real," Sam said simply.
"Of course I'm not, genius."
A/N: Okay, this is another chapter to 'Learning to Fly.' To read the first exchange between Sam and Karen, go here.
( read here )
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| not too important |
[Monday
October 16th, 2006
08:27 pm] |
It's been a while since I've posted poetry:
( who we really are )
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| learning how to fly // original piece |
[Thursday
May 11th, 2006
01:57 pm] |
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drastic measures - sarah slean |
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Title: Learning to Fly
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13
Type: Original
Summary: Dr. Samuel Goodman is a new addition to the staff of Graceford Mental Ward, and Karen has recently been admitted to Graceford for a failed attempt at suicide. This is a small interaction between them.
Quote: "I like that feeling of being on top, knowing I'm in control of the situation. I like catching people off guard and breaking down barriers. I like knowing secrets and exploiting them.... It's natural to me."
( learning how to fly )
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| The Tortured Artist |
[Thursday
April 20th, 2006
07:26 pm] |
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Title: The Tortured Artist
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13 (cursing, omg)
Fandom: Original
Quote: “I remind myself. I say, ‘Jess, be thankful because things could be a lot worse—you could be an orphan in Iraq, an impoverished mother in Mexico, or even more horrible— you could be a Biology major.’ Perks me right up.”
A/N: It's getting close to Finals, and I needed to write something original for Publications. So here you go..... a blantant example of me getting my thoughts out through another character (for shame)
( it was an ugly coffee shop )
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| I win, You lose [Draco/Harry] |
[Tuesday
April 11th, 2006
09:46 pm] |
Title: I Win, You Lose
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13 (for innuendo)
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: A story where Draco catches the snitch, and Harry catches Draco.
Quote: He fell forward onto him, a collision of chests and brooms and mouths.
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy it.
( They both went for it )
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| fanfic: my anti-drug |
[Thursday
March 30th, 2006
08:59 pm] |
Distract me! Distract me!
+ Post an icon or a phrase.
+ Then post a fandom/pairing/whatever
....and I'll write something to it.
(as long as I know it)
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| Losing Battle == Roy/Ed == Shortfic |
[Monday
March 27th, 2006
11:26 pm] |
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oh, what a world - rufus wainwright |
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Title: A Losing Battle
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13/R-ish (for some sexual stuff)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Disclaimer: Roy owns Ed. And I own nothing.
Word Count: 732 words
Summary: Ed hates Roy. Roy kisses Ed. Ed gets distracted.
Quote: Edward knew defeat when he saw it.
( Edward always faced things with scientific reason )
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| you've got too much to wear on your sleeves |
[Monday
March 27th, 2006
10:05 pm] |
Eve
is it a 'woman thing'
to want always what's forbidden to me
to yearn for, stretch, and feel the sinful
impulses that cry murder in my body
so wrong
so right
and i want this so bad
my mind is bleeding
from the hungering sight
the poisoning apple
that tempts my delight
and what do i want with these
children, anyway
crying for leather and whip
selfishly wailing for a tit
to put up with them
is it really much of a surprise
that i'd want him
when faced with methods like these
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| Fullmetal Alchemist == Roy/Ed == A Beach Conversation |
[Sunday
March 26th, 2006
06:59 pm] |
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for now - avenue q |
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Title: A Conversation at a Beach
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG (naughty words, oh my!)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah (not mine)
Word Count: 999
Summary: Roy meets Edward on a crowded beach one day and has a revelation.
Quote: It was funny how a person could go ignoring something so blatantly obvious, never really giving even the barest thought to it out of (what?) a subconscious fear? worry, even?
A/N: Ends abruptly, but I'm hoping I got across what I was aiming for. My first Fullmetal Alchemist piece, be gentle.
( Roy was surprised to see Edward Elric at the beach and alone )
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| Such a Girl [SasuNaru] |
[Thursday
February 23rd, 2006
03:25 am] |
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world on fire - sarah mclachlan |
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Title: Such a Girl
Author: jiffy_pop
Rating: PG13
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: SasuNaru
Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of someone else. I just borrow it from time to time to give my life special meaning.
Summary: Sasuke and Naruto have been living together for two months, and it really is only a matter of time before Sasuke cracks over something.
Quote: Sasuke's expression didn't change an iota. "Baka."
( your sweet and velvet tongue )
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| dissolving as i speak |
[Tuesday
January 24th, 2006
10:27 pm] |
sand castles
it was in that moment when our eyes connected
and your words found their mark that i realized
how little space i had to move in your room
that smelled of cigarettes stale beer and sweat
it then made me wonder how long had i been picking up
the crumbs of our fallen friendship, anyway
trying to get a taste of what it used to be like
maybe we both knew i was playing the pawn
falling prey to open strategies i was too blind to see
because i needed this somehow
i needed that hand that only rises up in bitterness now
to hold onto in the hopes that when all is said and done
and the tide has swept through
i'll have just one little sand castle that never went away
but you're dissolving as i speak
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