Wednesday, December 28, 2005

i keep on falling...

in love, with aj (oooooh).
Feeling: very happy, satisfied at having finally gotten some lemonade, a little sleepy.
Fearing: tomorrow. Trying on my prom dress. and removing a scarf. (MERDE.)
Feeling: a little proud, though wishing they were easier to hide.
Expecting: to sleep very very well tonight. I plan on calling Cal and reading some Harry Potter and sleeping LATE. well, not THAT late.
Best thing about today: Kerri's "balls", Hitler porn, AJ kissing me on the forehead (I know I'm loved when.....I'm kissed on the forehead), talking to AJ's mom and making her chuckle (GOOD SIGN), my lemonade just now.
Happy? Yes.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

you hurt me.

hurt? you wanna talk about hurt?
hurt is being in love with a boy who thinks you're cheating on him. hurt is telling him that you're not, and knowing he doesn't believe you. hurt is lying in bed crying because he's going to dump you for a suspicion-and one that isn't true. hurt is having it happen twice. hurt is the phone call when he calls to tell you he kissed another girl. hurt is realizing as he kisses that girl on the cheek before taking your hand that you misunderstood. hurt is not being able to say anything about it. hurt is feeling guilty for assuming the best from him. hurt is watching HIM get hurt by her. hurt is knowing that she dropped him off at your house. hurt is that nagging sensation that he's cheating on you. hurt is trying to dismiss the idea. hurt is knowing he talks more to her on the phone than to you. hurt is when she asks him to prom. hurt is being the forgotten girlfriend. hurt is hearing him talk about going to the doctor. hurt is when the doctor's visits continue. hurt is having day-mares about him having sex with her. hurt is a fear of aids. hurt is the mental abuse to oneself as you try to "be logical." hurt is suspicion. hurt is never being able to stop. hurt is a night in january when he tells you "i had sex with her." hurt is that you knew all along. hurt is that silence. hurt is that blinding sting of tears. hurt is the knot in your stomach. hurt is the acid from the vomit. hurt is watching a dinner that you enjoyed turn sour fast, and be flushed away from you. hurt is the taste left over in your mouth. hurt is not being able to tell anyone. hurt is trying to ignore it. hurt is the cramps in your muscles from curling up so hard and crying so hard that night. hurt is the bile, physical and emotional that is forced from you in the confines of a bathroom stall. hurt is lying to everyone and coming back in the room shame faced. hurt is that hug by the lockers. hurt is wanting love. hurt is being so in love that you won't protect yourself anymore. hurt is wondering what-if. hurt is learning tht he wasn't safe about it. hurt is loving him anyway. hurt is watching him slip away from you. hurt is being there for him when he needs you. hurt is going over to his house and sitting next to him on a swing, and wanting to be touched, but not daring. hurt is being afraid. hurt is that silence when you both know what's coming. hurt is the words he said that you didn't hear. hurt is in the tissues, but there was too much hurt and not enough tissues. hurt is that dinner, where you couldn't stop crying. hurt is pretending it's ok. hurt is loving him and forgiving him, and losing him anyway. hurt is your dad carefully asking if you're ok. hurt is having to tell him. hurt is that hug. hurt is going to cry on your best friend, and knowing that you're gonna ruin her night, and instead getting a hug from her sister. (but that isn't hurt. that's love.) hurt is keeping it bottled up so he can't see. hurt is him not seeing, hurt is pretending so well. hurt is healing too quickly. hurt is his words. hurt is going to hug him, and him planting his mouth on yours. hurt is manipulation. hurt is feeling dirty. hurt is lying to yourself. hurt is going over for kisses, knowing that they mean more to you, and nothing to him. hurt is him offering love, but knowing full well it isn't love. hurt is trying to pretend it is. hurt is giving it to him. hurt is feeling used. hurt is being dirty. hurt is him being done with you. hurt is trying to pretend that's how you meant it to be. hurt is not being over him. hurt is nearly being in love again. hurt is being told "we need to be more...friends" and knowing he means exactly the opposite. hurt is being left. hurt is him thinking you love him, and him thinking he can manipulate that. hurt is you not being able to get free. hurt is him not letting you get free while he flies. hurt is being disgusted with him. hurt is being free, then having him manipulate you again to get something. hurt is that he knows he manipulated you. hurt is it all, and not being able to say any of it.

i'm done with hurt.

Friday, December 16, 2005

GOIN TO COLLEGE!

I got accepted at Hampshire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

and your taste still lingers on my lips

made the mistake of hugging sam tonight. he smells good. and left his scent on me. which is maddening.
"victoria. i just wanted to tell you that i still think you're beautiful."
and i'm so witty, my comeback: "well, i think you're beautiful too."
haha. grr.
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tomorrow HAMPSHIRE.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

it's raining on prom night

Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I started off well. Cuddled into my blankets for a bit, made myself some yummy breakfast, stretched while making it, etc. Came up here, on AIM Today there was an article about prom getting canceled at this one school. Strikes me as being a little brutal given their reasons. They viewed prom as a time for moral decline. This is what adults think of when they think of prom:

1) Buy a dress in the high hundreds to thousands range.
1.5) Get an expensive hairdo/nails done
2) Rent a limo
3) The date brings a corsage that's obviously worth about $50
4) Go to prom, which involves some highly political cat fight about who's prom queen. Everyone else is dirt.
5) Come back go to a hotel
6) Get drunk
7) Have unprotected sex
8) Get more drunk

Which of course seems stupid. How much of that is ACTUALLY prom? Basically none. You know the reason why they think that? Cuz all the teen movies make prom seem like that. Here's how my prom went down last year.

1) Buy a $20 dress
1.5) Do my own hair and nails
2) Get a date and a few friends
3) Drive ourselves over to prom
4) Enter the one-room place
5) Eat a little
6) Dance
7) Dance
8) Dance
9) Take a break for a minute 'cuz Juan wanted to
10) Dance
11) Dance
12) Dance
13) Prom King/Queen/Prince/Princess voted for, won. I have no idea who won, didn't really matter.
14) Dance
15) Dance
16) Dance
17) Go home
18) Have an ice cream cake w/a few friends
19) Watch Breakfast club
20) Cuddle with friends on the couch
21) Everyone goes home
22) Talk with Juan for a bit
23) Fall asleep (IN SEPERATE ROOMS.)

Voila. Not very dangerous, was it. The one suspicion I'll consent to (well, two) is overpriced dresses and some people get drunk, but I don't know anyone who'd lose their virginity on prom night. So cliche and gross.

Grownups are freaks.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

my hopes are so high...

there's something to be said about having a blog. it's like a journal, except public. (i believe that newsweek defined the phenomena as the "look at me/don't look at me" complex. kinda states the obvious, does it not?) Anyway. As you can see I have sorta started like writing with capital letters. Just makes you feel more real. I mean, when we write by hand we write with capital letters. The internet just makes us lazy. Which is sort of unfortunate. But so it goes.
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Anyway, so thinking about myspace and how I really don't like it, but I'll most likely end up making one before I graduate in order to not have to bother with the stress of emailing people/iming people that I don't habitually talk to. The once-every-s0-weeks comment will easily remedy anyone who feels unloved. Ish. Or something. God I love this blog.
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So today: went shopping with Sarah and Kelyn and AJ. And I really don't like bringing my boyfriends shopping, I've decided. It just makes me feel guilty, so I never intend to do it again. Got AJ this sweatshirt that he denied he wanted and I'm wearing it right now and it's SO comfy and warm and I'm totally enjoying it. But I should get dressed 'cuz Mom and I are heading over to DHS to go see the Nutcracker! (Yay holidays!) Anyway, but it was really fun to do stuff today. I wanna do something really fun tomorrow. I don't particularly like shopping.
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Yesterday: I keep getting down whenever I talk to Callum. I don't want to lose touch because that'd be silly. I enjoy talking to him so much, and just 'cuz we're far away...I dunno. It makes me sorta sad. Whatever. Watched Dane Cook and he's one silly bitch. He's quite funny and I love his facial expressions. And the way he moves! He's totally a dancer, it's quite obvious. He's got quite a bit of back flexibility too.
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I'm kinda sleepy. Nap? Yeah. Quick nap. Then show. Yuck, I really don't like shopping.
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I GET TO SEE BAIRD OVER BREAK! AND: I find out about Hampshire next week! (I HOPE.) God I'm so nervous, I really hope I get in, my hopes are so high. (My hopes are so high that a rejection might kill me, so won't you not kill me, so I live happily...)

Thursday, December 08, 2005

demons cannot be hurt

so. apparently, my demon form is the rabbit. the rabbit. the rabbit. if that's not a let down, i don't know what is. honestly now. no demons for me.
but i really need a shower. and a snow day.
bisous!
moi

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

hey folks, and welcome back to the victoria show. haven't updated in a few days, and it's high time I did! here are today's topics.
1) college
COLLEGE! yeah, so yesterday i-well, mom- got this thing in the mail that mentioned that I've been accepted to Post University and if I chose to attend, will receive a $20,000 scholarship, laptop, and first semester of books free. Fantastic deal! I'm not going. But still, considering how I didn't apply, that's a goal accomplished!
2) poetry
Go figure. So last night I needed to relax so I took a bubble bath and read. When I got out, I wrote down some poetry (which I'll be adding as soon as I feel like it.) and I haven't written in a while. (obviously.) It was a weird feeling, writing down pictures. I kinda liked it, all alone. Anyway. So, as if through some form of precognition, Ms. Chapman catches me in class to ask if I still write poetry, to which I hesitated and said, "well...a little." She asked me and Sarah if we'd be interested in doing a poetry thing for this event the women's center is doing. I found this incredibly flattering that she would pick me out. I mean, I really don't write much, and I certainly don't share it at all because I don't think I'm that fantastic a writer. Mom tells me I am all the time, and that it's having an amazing writer like Sarah as my best friend that makes me doubt myself, but I really just think that writing for me is really really personal, and I have a kind of hard time sharing myself with people. I'd like to share with my english teachers, but it's just a little TOO personal. I feel like there's a line I can't cross, or I'm not mature enough, and my writing'll just end up being like an immature piece of bleh. And I'm far too much of a perfectionist for that.
3) bubble bath
As previously mentioned, I took a bubble bath last night. Too hot water sinking hot fangs into hot blood and hot skin. A meditation of sorts. Speaking of which, I need to do my laundry.
4) baird
Is coming for Christmas vacation, and I'm SO excited! Sarah has swim practice on the 28th (our anniversary) and she didn't know what Baird was gonna do, and then I'm like, HELLO! I'll babysit Baird! And it might actually turn into a big party that Sarah'll join up with. I'm excited to see him again, though.
5) christmas shopping
YAY! I have somethign to look forward to this weekend! Christmas shopping at the mall with Sarah and Kelyn and AJ! :D YAY! And free panties at Victoria's Secret. (What a sweet Christmas gift to myself!)
6) jordan
I got to talk to him last night! Called him up cuz he was having girlfriend confusions and it was just so nice to talk to him. I wanted to give him a really really big hug cuz I love him.
7) aj and love.
I believe I'm in love with him. I do love him, and I have not told him, because I didn't want to throw around love carelessly. But while we were cuddling in my car on Sunday, I nearly told him I loved him. I thought about it later and reasoned it may have simply been the moment. And then yesterday I went online and was about to type in "I LOVE YOU!" because I felt all gushy, but again, I refrained. And then today, I was telling him how I got into Post University, and he was happy and smiley and kissed me and then stood up and we had a super good hug and I AGAIN nearly said into his ear "I love you." And you know what they say...three times you're out. And I think it needs to come out. This is the third time I nearly told him and without conciously thinking, and I always said that when you think of the person and think "I love them" without meaning to, then it is love. So I think I will tell him, and it feels sorta silly to make something out of that, I don't want it to sound like a marriage proposal or anything, but I think he loves me too. In fact, I know as much as I can without him telling me that he loves me. I'm so excited that he exists. :) He makes me happy every single day. And today, I just feel light and free. Easy, lucky, free.

Friday, December 02, 2005

my name is ___. ___ i am.

i am:
a daughter
a sister
a niece
a cousin
a lover
a girlfriend
a best friend
a dreamer
a peacekeeper
the one who is by the side of someone sick or hurt
a sinner
a scholar
an aspiring mother
innocent