Wednesday, September 12
{ 11:59 PM }
Sad, small, sure in porcelainYou're skin and bones, I'm a nervous wreckCity bird, haven't you heard, hasn't anybody told you? These city blocks can't hold you. Your place is in the sky, how can I show you? City bird, haven't you learned of the boundlessness of your freedom? The sky is your blue kingdom, you neglect your wings like you don't need them.Alright, film-making today was messed up. We were editing the movie, and the computer hanged on us! So, Delia and I were hyperventilating in front of the computer, "omgomgomgomgomgomgomg, don't die on us!"(etc, and all the other stupid stuff girls say when they're freaked). The instructor came to us, saying, " Bimbos!" ): Which is totally not true, as we were just
anxious at that moment (: It's a way of expressing ourselves!
I got bored and went to write stuff on [Esther and Audrey and Brenda] blogs, self-praising myself!
Yesterday, I asked Cherilyn what she thought was 'emo' (and we both disagreed that 'emo' isn't sad/emotional) and whether she thought I was. Her cryptic words were, " Oh, you're just an intellectual who likes expressing herself using words. " (: yay.
And I folded up my fears like paper airplans and lost them on the trees.