DeviantART

I got a DeviantART account, so here's the link. All the stuff on it so far I think I've already posted here, but who knows, maybe someday you'll see some art on there that most certainly will not be posted here.

http://follow-the-rainbow.deviantart.com/

YourLipsMyHips

Sorry about the failure to post, but here's a poem!

YourLipsMyHips

I lick my lips they’re your lips
I kiss your lips they are candy dancing in my mouth
I hug your hips they’re my hips
Connected why are we connected
I look into your eyes they’re my eyes
Music is in my ear but it’s your voice my voice
My fingers raise goosebumps on your stomach
It’s my stomach
I look up and stare at you but I’m staring at me
I’m looking at myself and wishing I had someone
To look into my eyes and I look into theirs
Not just the shallow glass that shows me a reflection
Of myself and what could be

Also, a really awesome picture I found that I thought goes with this well...it's the x-ray of a kiss, in case you can't tell.

An Explanology

This is a mix between and explanation and an apology, in case the title didn't make sense to you. It has become clearer than ever that we need to be safer...so here is my addition to the ring of safety to rule them all.

Obviously, only a select few of you can read this blog now...apologies for the somewhat intense process...

I have also gone through all my older posts and eliminated any names that were mentioned. Hopefully you will all understand the vague references to your names that are made (see the appreciation post for evidence).

I'd also like to make a plea to all of you to please try and keep the existence of this blog amongst yourselves, I'd really appreciate that.

rapunzel.in.black

Two Angry Women

I had a debate with my mother last night. For those of you who know my mother, she is a very sweet individual, and easily appreciates everything she sees, even if upon seeing it I cringe in ways I have not done since the song "It's Hard Out There for a Pimp" won an Academy Award. My mother especially likes to appreciate things that are amazingly cliche. This is what last night's debate falls under the category of. Not the debate itself, but the subject matter.

It started when my mom was showing me and my dad a slideshow of profound quotes. About 8 quotes into the slideshow, I made a comment, quite casually, about how the quotes would never have been remembered if the people who said them had not already been famous.

She immediately launched into a tirade about how the people who said these quotes had more experience and had acheived more than the rest of us, therefore they could think up of these profound quotes. I obviously begged to differ, as it was my opinion that many of these quotes were not profound at all, and I or she, or anyone for that matter, could come up with such things, but nobody would remember them since we are not famous.

Now, here is the best part. My mom spent the rest of the night arguing with me. This is okay. What is not okay is that she spent the whole night arguing my point. She debated with me to prove my own opinion. I don't know if this has ever happened to any of you, but it is extremely hard to argue with somebody who keeps defending your statements, because you end up having nothing to say.

She then ended the debate saying that I have become far too cynical, and I should stop hanging around Jake so much. She was also under the impression that I was very angry, perhaps because I was arguing back rather than sit there and nod at everything she said. Usually, I am too tired or busy to argue back with my parents, so I just take everything they give me, because usually they shut up faster that way.

It was most certainly an enlightening debate, not on why the quotes were profound, but rather why I should continue to avoid arguing with my parents. I think I will continue to keep up the facade of a personality that they think I have.

Also, a note about the previous post: I know I said I was going to post the final draft of the poem next, but upon editing it, I didn't change anything major, so I decided to write this lovely pointlessness for you instead.

The Twelve Days of Romance

The effects of my attempts to fulfill my homework for English, which consisted of: write a rough draft for a love poem that tells a story, and never mentions outright the concept of love itself. A little bit of a longer poem, compared to what I usually write. After we do peer editing, I'll give you a final version of it:

The Twelve Days of Romance

The first day I saw you it was unexpectedly dark
So maybe I didn’t really see you at all
It was raining down pollution and the raindrops
Didn’t only taste bitter, they were my bitterness

The second day I saw you it was far too early
And my eyes had not adjusted to the light
The sun was blinding and I saw spots behind my eyes
Which were closed, so still I didn’t see you

The third day I saw you it was for the first time
My eyes were open, I could see,
And I walked right by, not sparing a glance
Because really you just blended into the crowd

The fourth day I saw you I knew I had seen you before
And maybe I had even been looking for you
We did an awkward dance around the topic of
Conversation, then we turned around and decidedly left

The fifth day I saw you I knew it was not
A coincidental meeting that we could pretend to
Avoid, so I walked up to you and I said
“Goodbye” and didn’t give you a chance to say hello

The sixth day I saw you I did a double take
I thought my message had been perfectly clear
But then you looked in the other direction
And I walked the other way

The seventh day I saw you we knew it was fate
So we talked and you got me a cup of
Lukewarm coffee and I knew that it had
Truly and really begun

The eighth day I saw you I shook my head
Despairing at the preplanned qualities of
My life that seemed to fall into place
Just as I had wanted it not to

The ninth day I saw you we went out to lunch
I had a salad, with honey but no dressing
You had a sandwich, which looked a little dry
We both had a conversation, it cost $12.40

The tenth day I saw you we got coffee again
This time it was quite warm, and my insides
Were feeling a little jumpy that day
But ignoring them I continued on my way

The eleventh day I saw you, I began to wonder
Why neither of us had yet made a move
We amiably chatted about the effects of
A mother’s diet on the sex of a newborn baby

The twelfth day I saw you we shook hands
And I detected the glint of something on
The fourth finger of your left hand
I don’t recall ever seeing you again

The Appreciation Post

Well guys, we have 36 more days of school left. In honor of this number seeming so small, even though I know it will feel very large, I am writing the post of all posts. Since we are nearing the end of another year, I decided to appreciate all those who have made a difference in my life, namely everyone who reads this blog (I hope). So, I am going to write a small little note of appreciation to each of you, and thank you for improving the quality of my life. If you read this blog and I didn't appreciate you, I apologize, but I didn't know you read it, since you never COMMENT!

'Do:

Me and 'do have been pretty much joined at the hip this year, and I don't know how much she has enjoyed this (probably very little), but I have enjoyed it a whole ton. It's a great feeling to have a free and know that there is no possible way you have no friends in it, because 'do is waiting for you in the counseling center. We have had many deep and philosophical conversations, ranging from topics such as faces like a happy pizza, to how much life matters in the long run. So, thank you 'do, for making my year a happy pizza.

Turtle (you know who you are):

I still find it hilarious that a few years ago we were practically at war. You have made my evenings infinetely (I don't know how to actually spell this) better this year by always (ALWAYS) being on gtalk, so I always know I have someone to bitch to. Because this is what I do with turtle, I bitch. Thank you for listening to all my stupid and idiotic complaints, mixed in with a good and healthy slice of drama beyond dramas. I do love you so...

She who goes by her last name:

I don't think I will ever be able to think of you as your first name now... I think I got to know you a lot better this year, strangely, even though I probably saw you more in 8th grade. My favorite aspect of you is how you always seem to be unfazed by my drama queen nature, offering me a rational solution to all my problems. Thank you for being my problem-solver, I need one more than you know.

Tranny Mess of Fierceness:

It kills me to admit this, it really does, but I actually think you are brilliant writer. You have the right mix of humor, sarcasm, and angst. And somehow you seem to have the best experiences to write about. I mean, come on, the pleasure chest! What are the chances any of the rest of us would discover something so magical? I also enjoyed having arguments with you (yes, I enjoyed it), because you are really good at arguing. Thank you for making me see that you are always right, and I am always wrong. Even if I'm right.

Fwahe:

I have gotten to know Fwahe a lot better this year as well (as far as I know), and I realized that he is very different than my first impression. He is actually really sarcastic and cynical, but in a way that makes me not realize that he is being sarcastic or cynical. Also, I love your ability to seem more spazzy than all the rest of us put together but at the same time actually be a lot more normal than we are. I'm glad I got to talk to you more this year, and as my brother would say, "it was fun".

Cool-and some:

I love you. That pretty much sums it up. You are the most spazzy person I will ever meet, and you are an amazing organizer of events. I know we didn't get to hang out a lot this year, and I hope next year makes up for that, because you are really awesome to be around. I would love to go back to living at your house, so we can set that plan into action next year as well. God, every time I say "next year" it scares me...anyways, Cool-and some, you are amazing.

I think those are all the people that read this blog, and if I missed anybody (like the weird poetry person), I apologize. If you comment angrily, I will add an appreciation note in my next post.

Gracias to all of you...
rapunzel.in.black (and thank you to tranny mess of fierceness for giving me that name)

Grounding

It's amazing how one experience can send you crashing back down to reality. I've been living my life lately, not thinking about how I was living, just going through the same basic routines over and over. I kept wishing something new would happen. It did, but it wasn't good new. I know better than to offer sympathy, because it never makes me feel any better, but I do want to take a moment to acknowledge the impact Mark Sheppard had on my life.

I never thought of him as a mentor, or an inspirational figure, but I realize now that I should have had more respect for him than anyone. He was truly devoted to his passion, and I realize now that I truly did enjoy Drama because of him. In the same way Mr. Brandon's "Brandonisms" are used all over the school, Mr. Sheppard was a fully integrated part of our community, and although I thought of him only as a teacher, I realize too late that he did have an impact on my life. He inspired me to continue taking Drama, and to specialize in it. He encouraged me to let go of the numerous inhibitions I had made part of myself when I was acting, allowing me to do any number of things.

I never imagined that it would affect me the way it did, but I spent most of today in tears, the rest of it on the verge of breaking down. I realized that although I might get used to having Carys teach our class, some part of me would always remember Mr. Sheppard. I owe him for all the play reports that I didn't send in on time, not bothering to think of whether he had other things to be doing than reading them. And I also owe him a lot of respect, which I wish I had showed more often. I truly hold him in the highest regard for what he has done.

rapunzel.in.black