Monday, August 4, 2008

15. Two week anniversary – tragically unromantic.

15. Two week anniversary – tragically unromantic.

Behind leather. Metal. Acid. We would drip autumn sweat And drink (heated) wine
Children of the wind – to catch and Upstream South, a downstream north.
Tide-washed-cotton-tees
Ocean-born-nomadic-fleas
A California vampire, in the New York Times Mangoes powder sweet fruit
Coconut and limes. A chaser to lead, a starter to follow Some anti-logic and romance saved for tomorrow//They dreamed in their sleep//Their lives were tragic
So they found their nights to be lit by magic
I wrote that about four years ago… surprised I could remember.

Big shout out to Scotty. And our 6 after-hours visitors – whom we intend to chill with and who are cordially invited to our party/LSS reunion 8/24.
All the world is a stage – but fate goes ever as fate must.

Every day I’m playing tug of war with twizzlers on eggshells. Trying to stay entertained, trying to stay friends, trying not to offend anyone and be here to the end.
Brian’s sick. Hope he gets better. Hope I don’t get sick. Hope Tanch is reading this. Hope everyone is enjoying Last Student Standing. Hope I win tomorrow’s reward challenge. Hope me being stuck in here can put a smile on three faces every day. Hope people don’t hate my blogs. Hope is a funny-looking word once over-analyzed, but a vital concept in my opinion. I hear its good to write down your goals and reference them often (Power of positive thinking? Self-prophecy? The Secret?) So

To win Last Student Standing deservingly
To befriend everyone affiliated with Last Student Standing, including my ‘opponents’
To introduce people to my ‘situation’ and show I’m just a person like everyone else, and that everyone deserves respect
To offer supple reading material? (Cocky, I realize, but one must compensate – word play).


It is odd to lie down at night and think that someone in this room will win this prize.
It is exhilarating to imagine it will be me.


If and when our time does come
Had we not gone to the sun
Is science fired, or progress ablaze
Our knowledge limited to the e x t e n t of our days?


Happy Bday to CM and KR. MM hang in there kid we’ll be in the 813 soon.
Mom and dad – if you figured out how to read this – I love you.
- tazzy baby

1 comment:

Lydia said...

8-5-08

First off I would like to say I hate the hair.(L0L)but whatever u like is fine. u were funny tonight with the whole robot thing.

some of ur blogs are way to deep for me to understand. so u will have to explain it to me. i am so going to that party. i cant wait to party with ya agian.

u are just a person like everyone else and u do deserve respect and i give that to u. but ur not like every1 else. ur kind, cute (lol) funny, caring, smart, outgoing, respectful, and a great friend to me!

I only hope for the best for you and I really care for you and I dont for alot of ppl that r not family. so i want u to kno that.

Good Luck and I am praying and wishing for u to win the imunneity challege.

Good nite and sweet dreams luv!

♥ALWAYZ
Lydia