i'm losing faith in mandala.

this year is so different. 

My Male Exception

is a smarty pants, mr. worldly, listened-to-bob-dylan-since-the-first-grade, epic witty banter, superhuman dreamboat. 

this is the time of my life where i realize that if his brain/attitude are extraordinary enough, he doesn't need boobs to win my heart. 

i'm afraid

i got attached. 

goddamnit! the detach process sucks. 

i kinda miss talking to you...

where have you gone? 

she is so wonderful

and her adoration for me

is something that i will carry in my back pocket 

for quite a while. 

possibly forever. 

i want to use...

the word "molested" out of context. 

I finally watched fried green tomatoes with mom.

she really enjoyed it, and I'm glad i got to share something important with her. 

I feel that by accepting this movie, in a way, she has accepted me. 

it's crazy how sharing a movie, or a song, or a picture with someone special can fill you with such happiness. 

I have officially decided

that any 25 year old guy who cares about what a 16 year old has to say

is a guy worth being cautious about. 

the end. 

i have been shamelessly flirting with a fireman

I feel horrible mostly because I am using him for witty banter, 

when he totally thinks I want his body. 

the waterworks.

the pipes that keep the water in 

are breaking down

and someone needs to 

tap the faucet 

so i can burst into a million 

little droplets

until there's nothing left but 

empty broken pipes 

that need a little fixin'

and some fillin' up too. 

there was a sexypants lady at peet's today.

the end. 

p.s. i plan to make wednesday mornings a peet's coffee ritual ;]

I want to be as motivated to inspire...

as my 8th grade english teacher.

i admire her more than any other person i have ever known, met, or heard of. 

and i swear, it's the greatest feeling to know that you are loved by someone who represents everything that matters. 

some day i hope to be able to efficiently express just how much she means to me. 

pillar of awesome

my ideal love interest would be Diablo Cody's clone. 

If i date anyone remotely similar to the oh-so-talented and delectable Diablo, i'll be the luckiest bitch alive. [excuse the tacky profanity]

this post is about you!

you're a breath of fresh air. 

thank you for listening. and for caring. and for just being ridiculously awesome. 

i'm glad we're friends. 

i like you.

even though I should be bitter because you got what i wanted. 

i think we could be great friends :]

a change of pace.

for the first time since forever

i wrote a poem about me. 

not her, or a dream about her, or anyone else....just me. 

and it feels good. 

and i think it means i'm moving on. 

bahahah

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i have the most disgusting urge to be tragic. 

something or someone needs to shake me up, toss me around, and leave me broken. 

firewall.

i can't even begin to express how creatively congested i am. 

i get lethargic and depressed when i have so much random shit to say, but no way to express it in an organized format that i would be satisfied with. 

i need someone to punch me in the nose and tell me to write something beautiful. 

her name is Lackluster

and she lost her allure. 

but now the world has no shimmershine lovetwinkle. 

I love it here...

but the pastel sunsets and swiveling trees are far too beautiful for me. 

this place is god's favorite child, and i can't relate to this kind of perfection.

i need the problem child city with its black lungs and pierced eyebrows

overflowing with artistic opportunity. 

So there's this new show

and it's called the Unusuals. 

Amber Tamblyn is the main character. 

The dialogue is dumb, but the cast is fabulous, and frankly, I could watch 10 hours of Amber Tamblyn doing laundry without blinking. 

She makes me jelly. 

So i'll be tuning in every week.

Because Amber is the messiah of all things delicious and poetic. 

the end. 

i like it when

dad asks me about the art on my walls. 

your apparent disinterest...

is disappointing. 

i need to stop making excuses for you. 

hey bestfriend

next year is a test

and the sun will set like puzzle pieces

while the waves crash one at a time

and the moon's other half will be somewhere near jupiter. 

you'll be sipping tea in trees

while i drink coffee with acrobats,

the world will continue to shift

as our soul-strings continue to stretch. 

don't worry,

I'll be waiting for you on the other side. 

i got into ochsa.

second best day of my life!!!!!!

truth.

Grappling in karate is like attending a really aggressive lamaze class. 

there was actually a pregnant woman in our group. 

she was the best grappler.