Monday, November 29, 2010

running into Virginia.

ran into Virginia today at Ellwood's Coffee. I couldn't help but want to just pick up my things and move to NYC.

But I don't want to leave my sweet Virginia.... state?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Everything comes and goes, marked by lovers and styles of clothes.

Venturing home. Wandering amongst the arbor leaves of my new backyard. All at once, I felt myself rushing from cognition, balancing all that I knew and what I have yet to know. I'm a little low rising. Sometimes, when all eyes turn aside, you feel like you're a long way from home. So, I kept moving away. Now I've been gone too long. It seems that I don't have a reason to stay. I'm trying to believe, that the holidays don't make me feel undone. Everyone's face familiar, telling me that I've turned into somebody new and sad. So here's a toast to another Thanksgiving, and another blog entry to slit your wrists to.

-Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.

Clare & the Reasons.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

all of this happiness.






all of these lovely girls, and all of this happiness.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Dear friend.

We won't pretend to comprehend the many emotional ups and downs of my heart, hardly, I want to merely paint a picture of the situation I find myself in, yet again.  Perhaps it isn't such an uncommon situation, but do you ever ask yourself "Why this person doesn't just make a move already?"

I've frankly never really been a traditional girl when it comes to my intentions towards a person of significance.  Romantically speaking, that is. So forgive me if find myself wanting to conceal my intentions this time, and simply ask this man to make his move already.

I've been trying to figure this out and what it means to have a new feeling about someone, especially because I never thought I'd have any feelings like this again. I think I'm just reluctant to put my feelings out there again from fear of being hurt.

I don't want the residual feelings that I feel for Tony to go away. Sadly, I feel them drifting further and further from me. I'm told this is what being an adult is all about. I can't say that I enjoy it much. Maybe I just like being in love with someone who doesn't love me back?

So, dear friend, please make your move already. Although I'll miss my feelings as soon as you do.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Entre Nos.


Andando entre las calles abarrotadas, mis pies son cada vez más y más cansados, que ayer. ¿Y qué de ayer? Dónde usted estuvo aquí una vez, pero ahora es ido. Los niños son débiles y fatigados. Algunos dicen que hay dignidad a luchar. ¿Pero qué de dolor? Mi fuerza ha bajado y las sonrisas han girado a ceños. ¿Dónde están los padres esta noche? ¿Pueden dormir bien, sabiendo que sus niños mueren de hambre?

¿Quién sabe qué lazos nosotros? Madres y niños. Para mí, y entre nosotros yo me siento mejor no sabiendo donde los padres duermen esta noche.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

dip shit halloween.


After recently bragging to my family members about “having never barfed after drinking” I may have spoken too soon. Normally I pace myself and drink periodically throughout the night but for some reason it seemed logical to me, to down a Long Island Ice Tea, merely to get a quicker buzz. Big mistake! Instead of getting tipsy, I wound up being straight up drunk as a skunk! I'm a creature of habit when it comes to my drunken debauchery; I drink what I like and always, what I can handle. Alas, it never fails when I try something new!

Needless to say, I should in fact, stick to what I know. The worst of the situation was later on in the evening after the drinking and dancing. I sat on my buddy, James' couch, all of sudden unable to control my up-chuck reflex. I don't think this would have been a problem had James' toilet not been broken. After my profuse apologies to James, he gave me permission to relieve my nauseated stomach. I proceeded to throw up three times. But while this blessed event is happening, my other buddy Zack enters the bathroom seemingly concerned about my health but is rapidly disgusted to see the outcome. I mean... he came in asking me “Jenessa, are you okay?” but then continues to say “Ugh! That's fucking disgusting!” Of course I reply with “Ah... duh? Dip shit! I just threw up. But thanks for asking.”