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10 things you want for Christmas:
pretty winter boots
a comfortable warm sweater
loads of cash
something handmade
a painting
pearls
grey's anatomy [book]
a professional dye job
this camera
a revolver

9 musicians/bands you love:
MGMT
electric light orchestra
heart
wir sind helden
lady gaga
eminem
the greatful dead
ladytron
red hot chili peppers


8 things you do everyday:
gorge myself
shower
apply terrible amounts of eye makeup
write
avoid responsibilities
fester
drive too much
cuddle

7 things you enjoy:
the way skin smells
skeletons
gore
falling snow
feather blankets
airplane windows
fresh cut hair

6 things that will always win your heart:
intelligence
dignity
kindness
cruel humor
soft skin
warm hands

5 favourites:
Movie: pan’s labyrinth
Song: valentine, by the delays
Book: lolita, or IT
Food: canned green beans
Season: summer

4 smells you enjoy:
clean hair
tobacco
chai
cloves

3 places you want to go:
stockholm
berlin
rome [again]

2 Favorite Holidays
halloween
christmas

1 person you’d marry on the spot:
someone.



(ps). my hair didn't turn out well.

posting too much too often.

I miss having red hair, but I don't want to be any more of a hipster than I already have become. maybe I should just give in. I'll think on it.

red lips & ice cream

I hate my skeleton.

me without you is like
a sneaker without laces,
a geek without braces,
asentencewithoutspaces.













sometimes I am allowed to be a girl.
sometimes.

and then I executed them to put the fear of god in them.

The title is something jack said the other night after killing the chickens in CoD.
I wrote it down;
he didn't understand why I thought it was funny.


some things are just too tortuous to be allowed to exist. I really wish I didn't care so much about some things. I shouldn't care. but everyone else does and I can't stop them.




does anyone read my blog?





no.

Bloody Bones, part II

I've become very fond of the vitalic CD that I got from matson. it's pretty classy. I recommend it. (the CD is called Flashmob.)

So I feel pretty confident about my comp lit final now, because most everyone else's were standard short stories with romantic comedy elements. hopefully Nadia will like my project. I don't really know if she'll be offended. I have a feeling she won't be. we'll see.






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Bloody Bones:
Part II


Excited that she was allowed to stay up late for once, she took some cereal from the cabinet closest to the floor and began eating straight from the box. Boy, this was wonderful: staying up late and as much sugar cereal as a little girl could want! Suddenly she heard a baby’s watery hiccup. Annoyed, she ran back to her parents’ bedroom, but no, the baby lay still in his crib. She shuffled back to the kitchen, stuffing her face with Lucky Charms. There was the hiccup again, and this time Alicia was able to hear it coming from the sink. She pulled her little yellow plastic stool up, putting the cereal down on the floor, and peered into the drain.
“Hello?” she called, “Is there a baby down there?”
Silence.
She got down off the stool and continued to eat her cereal sitting down at the kitchen table. There was another sound from the sink, more of a moan this time. Alicia was a little scared now, and tip toed over more carefully before getting back on the stool.
“Hello?” she called again, “Who’s down there?”
A quiet whisper answered back, “You’ve been a naughty girl, Alicia.”
She jumped, dropping her cereal box onto the linoleum floor, “Who are you?” she whispered back to the drain.
“My name is Bloody Bones and you’ve been a very naughty girl, Alicia, killing your brother like that,” came the voice, gurgling from the pipes.
“I just made him go to sleep! He was being annoying,” Alicia whispered.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Alicia. I’m going to have to punish you.”
Alicia stepped back off of the stool. Without turning away from the drain, she picked up her cereal box, sucking the thumb of her other hand. She ran to the living room, burying herself under the cushions on the couch, eating cereal and watching the kitchen sink. After a few minutes of silence, Alicia decided it was worth a look. She crawled out from under her pillow cocoon, shuffling her little feet into the kitchen. She climbed onto the plastic stool, looking down into the drain.
“Naughty girls must be punished,” the sink gurgled at her. She screamed as a long, thin arm shot from the drain, wrapping itself around her throat, dragging her down into the dark.
When Alicia’s parents got home, they found only a box of cereal spilled in the kitchen, a small plastic stool and an empty crib.

Bloody Bones, part I

Sitting in herter, waiting for my class to start[9:30].
it seems strange that
only a few weeks ago
there were leaves on the trees outside the window here;
there were squirrels too.

winter is like refreshing death.
cold is very refreshing[in moderation].
when it gets to be too much I feel a bit like I'm about to die,
but at this level
it's alright.



Bloody Bones:
Part I

[I don't think it's as good as the werewolf or the wendigo]


Ever since the baby came, everyone was too busy tending to Alicia’s new little brother to pay her any attention. She would paint pictures of mermaids for her mother, who would barely look before saying, “that’s nice, Alicia,” putting them down to feed the baby or cuddle the baby or play with the baby. Alicia’s sadness and resentment grew and grew, until she outright hated her new little brother. No one cared if she cleaned up her toys like a good girl, and no one cared if she was given time outs at preschool for unruly behavior. She was no longer the only child, glittering with importance, and, being only three, she didn’t like it one bit.
One night, Alicia’s parents were invited out to dinner with some old friends. Both were a little nervous at the idea of leaving their baby for the night; there had been a string of unexplained, extremely violent murders recently and one, a midnight break in, had even involved a child—a little boy not much older than Alicia. The police weren’t saying it, but the locals assumed a serial killer, and if a serial killer who was not above breaking into houses and slashing little boys’ throats at night, Alicia’s parents feared the worst for their children. Despite their fears, Alicia’s parents couldn’t refuse the invitation. They keyed in the four-digit code to activate their home security system and entrusted their daughter with the task of babysitting.
Upon the closing of the car doors and the roaring of the engine fading into the distance, the baby began to cry. He wailed and wailed, and Alicia had no idea what to do. She pulled a chair to the crib, standing on it to reach in and lift her brother out. He continued to cry, spitting and snotting all over her pajamas. Alicia wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Quiet down,” she said, “Mommy and Daddy will be back soon. Just shut up, ok?”
The baby did not shut up. Instead, he grew louder still. Alicia began screaming and crying for him to be quiet but being a baby, he didn’t listen. He simply hiccupped and cried and continued to soak her clothes. Alicia slapped him across the face, to no avail. She shook him up and down a little but he only cried harder. She then took her thumb and forefingers and pinched his lips shut as hard as she could, but he simply screamed in an eerie high-pitched hum. She placed him back in his crib, using her other hand to hold his nostrils shut. Finally, silence. The baby flailed around for a minute or two before he was still. Alicia sighed, removing her hands from the baby’s face. Proud of herself for making her little brother fall asleep, she got down off the chair and made her way to the kitchen.