i've been so happy lately. Joe and i are doing great. He's been so sweet. i have a job interview at Hot Topic tomorrow and one at Target on Wednesday. i really hope i get the job at Hot Topic. That would be a lot of fun.
~*maria*~
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Breakfast
We were talking about marriage. i said,
"i'm just worried we'll run out of things to say at breakfast."
So he said,
"Good thing neither of us eat breakfast."
i think i love that silly kid.
~*maria*~
"i'm just worried we'll run out of things to say at breakfast."
So he said,
"Good thing neither of us eat breakfast."
i think i love that silly kid.
~*maria*~
Saturday, February 7, 2009
i Hate Reel Big Fish
Holy crap. So much has happened since the last time i posted. Friday (01/30) i officially withdrew from MIAD. It was one of the best decisions i've ever made. i'm so much happier. Then Manda and i went to Guke's and we partied with Steve and Will. And the next day Manda left without me, Joe drove me back to my apartment, i picked up some clothes, and went back to Joe's, where i stayed until this afternoon. It was an amazing week. Joe and i are officially dating now. Pretty awesome. i'm going to move back to Madison soon. i applied to UW-Madison and University of Minnesota-Mankato. i feel really good right now. About everything. Damn i'm happy.
~*maria*~
~*maria*~
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Oh Can't You See You Belong To me
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep on crying baby, baby please
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
--Every Breath You Take, The Police
~*maria*~
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep on crying baby, baby please
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
--Every Breath You Take, The Police
~*maria*~
Saturday, January 24, 2009
i'm Still Frustrated From Last Night
Last night was a lot of fun. We went to Guke's and hung out. He keeps it really cold there, which i enjoyed. He got ridiculously drunk, which served to be fun when we were cuddling and trying to sleep. This morning i really wished i still had a car. i didn't want to leave. But Manda and Mandy had things to do. But i'll see him again soon. i accidentally left a bunch of stuff there. Meow.
Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide, social suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, because I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds
And all the things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That’s no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier
You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor stores' closed,
we were so close to scoring
it hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)
--LG FUAD, Motion City Soundtrack
~*maria*~
Let's get fucked up and die.
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide, social suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, because I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die..
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds
And all the things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless
(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That’s no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier
You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor stores' closed,
we were so close to scoring
it hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)
--LG FUAD, Motion City Soundtrack
~*maria*~
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Love Grows In Me Like A Tumor
Fuck? A few weeks ago, Manda told me i should date Guke. At first i was like, "No way. i could never date Guke." But as the weeks went by and i saw Mark a couple more times, i kept thinking about it. As i continue to think about it and talk to him all the time and cuddle with him, if he asked me out, i'd say yes. i'd definitely be nervous about saying yes because i still have feelings for Mark and i'd be afraid that would get in the way. But i can't be hung up on him anymore. We'll never be together, i need to move on.
Plus, Guke is an amazing cuddler. i could just lay in his arms all day.
~*maria*~
Plus, Guke is an amazing cuddler. i could just lay in his arms all day.
~*maria*~
Monday, January 19, 2009
If We Weren't Such Good Friends...
Shit. This situation is bad. i don't know what to do.
Love grows in me like a tumor
Parasite bent on devouring its host
I'm developing my sense of humor
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth
Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love plows through me like a dozer
I've got more give than a bale of hay
And there's always a big mess left over
With the "What did you do?"
And the "What did you say?"
"What did you do?" and the "What did you say?"
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love tears me up like a demon
Opens the wounds, then fills them with lead
And I'm having some trouble just breathing
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love is so embarrassing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing
I'm running out of places to hide it
I'm running out of places to hide it
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)
What the fuck was I thinking?
--Fuck Was I, Jenny Owen Youngs
~*maria*~
Love grows in me like a tumor
Parasite bent on devouring its host
I'm developing my sense of humor
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth
Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love plows through me like a dozer
I've got more give than a bale of hay
And there's always a big mess left over
With the "What did you do?"
And the "What did you say?"
"What did you do?" and the "What did you say?"
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love tears me up like a demon
Opens the wounds, then fills them with lead
And I'm having some trouble just breathing
If we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Skillet on the stove
It's such a temptation
Maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burnt
What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Love is so embarrassing
I'm this awkward and uncomfortable thing
I'm running out of places to hide it
I'm running out of places to hide it
What the fuck was I thinking?
(You know that I've got what you want)
What the fuck was I thinking?
--Fuck Was I, Jenny Owen Youngs
~*maria*~
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