make-believe that i've titled this and put in the proper capitalization

Let's pretend there's a rant here that's a couple paragraphs long. It's angry and frustrated and there are a lot of capital letters. It talks about everything that needs to be gotten off of my chest and everything that's making me stare appathetically at this screen right now.
Let's pretend that I have now completed writing this very long very soothing blog and I can now sleep soundly and tomorrow will be okay. Afterall... things can't get much worse, can they? Oh wait, that's what I thought yesterday... then today happened.
Nevermind.
Let's just cross our fingers and hope and skip the tiring technicalities. I can barely stay conscious as it is...
Here's a pretend thanks for sitting through this long and complicated rant. I'm pretending to feel better having pretended to get all that crap off of my chest.
Here's to tonight being almost over and tomorrow only being 24 hours long.
cheers

Here's another one for ya, hun

mmm... insomnia. <333

you got a fast car... and I got a plan to get us out of here

A paper box with scribbled words stares at me from it's pedistal like the dishes from the counter, expectantly. "Words... more words" it nags. Yes, yes. I will.California is calling with a vengance. You can't just leave her- not after a lifetime. She stays. She embeds herself in your blood and you feel at every moment just how far you are from her. And I do long for her.Ratiug calls to me as well, and I don't answer. Delilah and Bella stare at me when I enter the room and as I walk by them to the bed. They stare at me in the early mornings when I walk by them again to leave for work. Then they go about their daily lives I'm sure. I'm neither in their minds nor hearts once I pass from view. I neglect them like the dishes which still glare as I type; like the laundry which I climb over with more and more effort as it piles ever higher.Everywhere I look there is more that I abuse and neglect. I say I care- but I waste and ignore and gorge myself on all that I know is wrong. I prefer to sit over standing. I prefer to driver over walking. Stairs are daunting when the time comes to go to bed and the couch looks more and more inviting. Motivation, I say! Motivation is lacking- and I am suffocating.
So what? I lie and complain and type out my angst? No. no. I won't reduce myself further. I'll stand and scrub and sort and scat and sing my heart out in the car on my way to work. I'll wash and work and will not reast until my mind is completely cleaned out- all the cobwebs irraticated... or at least relocated. It's odd and disheartening when inspiration turns to depression. When awe becomes angst. It never fails. The strongest emotions and urges shift poles and swing me 'round in spirals 'till I'm seasick and want to stop this world and rest for a while. But a slip of a green apron card into the pocket of my green apron has picked me up in a way the sender cannot comprehend- and so I have an up to work on. So I will not rest... but first I'll get some sleep.
There's a big day coming. I am terrified.

Playing...

So I was fooling around on my computer and I discovered that I have an awesome photo editing program... so I fooled around with that.

I probably shouldn't be up at all considering the opening shift tomorrow and the S palace... *I just made that up...*

But I figure it's for a good cause... LOVE! (for a friend)

Hope you like it hun!

Perhaps a bit hasty...

After giving my situation considerable more thought, and nearly bursting into tears a few times at work, I have decided I may have been a bit hasty. I did consider all of my options, but not for long enough. I know now that I can't stay home this winter. I need my family more now than I ever have. I will need support soon, and I won't get it if I close myself up. So I'll take the days I've requested off and drive with my parents to Canada. While I'm there I'll pretend like everything is okay, and maybe I'll convince myself, too. Hell... maybe it will be. Who knows.
I'll keep my mouth shut on the ride there and back so as to avoid... well, to avoid talking. And I won't let there be any fighting. So what if my brother and I both want to drive- I won't push it, I'll have plenty of time for that later. I doubt we'll fight much, though- he'll be wrapped up in his girlfriend. If space is too tight once we pick them up, whatever. It'll only be a few hours until we reach Ottawa from Boston. I think the perks of seeing my cousins outweigh the downfall of the trip there. Also, I found out my Grandmother is only staying with us for a few weeks. If she's coming at the end of January then she's here with us through February. This means that by March she's back in Canada, safe from my irrational plans. No I won't be leaving before March; the 14th is the best day to go, it feels right for both of us, and I won't have to tell my parents before my Nonna comes after all. I feel a bit calmer about things. In simpler terms, I think I'll go this winter. Besides, it was the thought of being alone on Christmas that nearly made me sob over my Caramel Macchiatos and Peppermint Mochas.

Speaking of work, we're doing a secret santa. Guess who I got. That's right... the one guy who I find pretty spiffy. I'll be honest. I found out who had him and I traded. <<

What? That makes me a terrible person or something? I think it makes me human or some other excuse. Goway leme alone...

So I'm getting him custom guitar picks for his band... and a groovy new strap for his guitar... (maybe I'll keep that one- I'm already over the $25 budget anyway ; P). So that should be super. I really shouldn't do this to myself, especially with my impending move... *<--masochist*

Speaking of masochism... I had dinner with my parents tonight. It wasn't half bad honestly, not too many akward moments. My father didn't mention school or work at all, so that issue was avoided. He did, however, ask me a few days ago if I was still going to school. I did one of those uncomfortable scoffs as I was running upstairs and added an Of Course. I felt terrible. But then I'm one of those masochists who believes in self-preservation. Contradictory, I know, but the pain and the sorrow are only soothing when I inflict them upon myself, ergo guilt trips and anger from my father are NOT a nice thing ever at all in no way shape or form.

My GOD do I love this song! Anna Nalick has to be my favorite female singer... and Catalyst is amazingly similar to everything I'm feeling right now. That and Paper Bag... but that's a completely different topic.

Speaking of God, I lost it again. That feeling I had when I wrote that blog seemingly so long ago... I lost it and can't get it back. Eventually I'm sure that I'll find new inspiration and everything will make sense again- but the fact that the feeling comes and goes in of itself makes me doubt it all the more. Quite paradoxical...

Speaking of paper bags... I found some in the pantry. I think I should make puppets out of them like in Kindergarten.

Speaking of puppets, I feel like I am one. Everything I have to do and want to do and am currently doing is one more string. But all the strings are pulling me in different directions and I'm getting tangled into a jumbled puppet mess.

BREAK FREE!!

I will... I will. Just a few more months and I will fly, fly away to a neverland of my own where I never have to pretend or hide who I am.

Just try to make me grow up, I dare you.

And on that note, I've begun to write more, poetry that is. I'm working on another "words" poem which is no big surprise considering how I love them so.
Give me words, make them dance
make them sway, here's your chance
to make me fall, make me enthralled,
make them heard, give me words.
Give me words, make them fly... etc.
a work in progress. I started it in my head last night as I was trying to... Oh man! Last night SUCKED! It was terrible. I went to bed at midnight, not so bad for having to be up at 4:30. But I couldn't fall asleep. I lay there for all four and a half hours staring at the inside of my eyelids wishing to be unconscious. I tossed and turned, turned on and off various lights and sounds in my room, but all to no avail. Come four-thirty am my alarm rang out and my thoughts were a jumble of Fuck! and Finally! The strangest thing was that I was exhausted and I would start to drift off but would bounce back in almost a state of heart-racing panic similar to the panic of oh man I'm late for work... but without the oh man I'm late for work part. So work sucked because I was in a state of semi-consciousness all day. I hope it won't happen again tonight... : (

And that brings me to my last three points.
1. I wish I wrote better.
2. I can't wait for the next Dexter!!!
3. I have to go to bed now.

In closing, BBBBBBLLLLEEEAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH.

Will a rainbow break if it bends?

I had a blog planned out about the personification of curtains. It was going to be funny and cute and slightly poetic... or so I hoped. But my mood is no longer funny and cute. I'm at home- which is difficult at the moment. It's hard to stay here, but it's a roof over my head and I feel badly about relying so much on Malyssa's parents. They've been more than generous about lending me their spare bed...
Considering how hard it is to stay in the same house as my parents, I don't know if I'll be able to last two or three weeks with them in Canada- crammed into a car with them , then with Joseph and Jennifer for days on end. Don't get me wrong. I want to see my relatives with all my heart, but I'm afraid that I won't be in the spirit of things and feelings will be hurt more than anything. Of course, feelings will be hurt if I don't go as well... and I have to try to figure out whether they'll be hurt more or less than if I ride along. Staying there on my own is out. I can't afford a motel and I don't want to impose on my Grandmother. If I stay longer I will have to work at the local Starbucks. It's only two miles away so I figured I'd walk or buy a bike. I can deal with the weather thing. But I know my Nonna will be worried about me if I walk... and will be inconvenienced if she has to drive me. She'll feel obligated to take care of me although I don't need it, and it will put her out that I won't want it.
So if I go to Canada it is with everyone else. I'm back in the sardine can.
I don't think I can do it in the end. When I sit here and consider all of the options and reprocussions, I think it would be better for everyone if I just didn't go. I can always go later on in the year... it's not too expensive for a round-trip plane ticket, and I'm sure my family will be happy to put me up for a week or two, maybe Malyssa as well. Also the car will be less crowded, there will be fewer people to feed and house, considering a possible hotel stay or two. I understand that it is Christmas- and I am taking that into account. I think it will be better to keep my negative energy away from the spirit of the holidays this year... the last thing I want is to hurt anybody. In other, simpler words, I don't think I'm going to go.
This will be my first Christmas alone.
On the positive side it will give me more time to work so I'll be able to save more money by March... or maybe be able to leave in February instead? Just thought I'd throw that notion out there... even though I have been having reality checks lately. They're similar to second thoughts... without the threat of plan cancellation. I AM GOING. There is no doubt in my mind. The reality checks are more along the lines of Oh God I'm actually doing this.
The west coast is calling me. I hear it night and day... every minute I'm awake, sometimes even in my dreams. Have you ever wanted something so badly that you ached for it? I'm aching through and through, like I ache for air late at night when I wake up with a rock on my chest, like my stomach aches for nutrients after two or three days of marked-out bagels or croissants.
San Diego is my medicine, my nourishment, and I'm sick and hungry now.

My final dillema: Come the end of January, my Nonna is moving in with us. This means that when I leave later on, I'm not only leaving my parents, but her as well. This means infinite more guilt. This means I may have to tell my parents before my Nonna moves in so they can be more prepared to explain it to her and make excuses for me so she won't worry. This means I'll be telling my parents before the end of January... this means that, if I leave in March as planned, my parents will have more two months to make me feel like a terrible person for wanting to leave and break my poor grandmother's heart etc. etc.
This makes me want to leave in January... but that can't happen.
At least I'll have the luxury by staying home this winter, to be able to pick up and leave whenever I have to come February... be it when planned or before.
This makes things a bit difficult with Malyssa because I have to give her enough time to tell her parents, too. It may mean leaving my house and moving in with her for a while. But then her parents will hate me for putting the idea and means of leaving into their baby's hands.

GAH! Will I be hurting everyone by trying to do something I need to do?? Will I be dissapointing both of my families (for they are now as good as my family and I care for them as such)??

Now comes the fun part. Telling my parents I won't go on their little cruise come February, and I won't go on their road trip come Christmas.

Why does doing what I want hurt SO much? :' (

I need this... just this for now.

It’s time to concentrate. It’s time to write; to sit down for one fucking second and focus on something. Am I angry? I had no idea… I am overwhelmed. There are too many things going on right now… I can’t make sense of things. I need to leave… I need to go now but I can’t afford it. I just need to be gone from this place. Dinner tomorrow will be awkward… I know it. I haven’t spent more than an hour with my family in the past week. I don’t know how I’ll survive an entire meal. My father asked me how school was going tonight. I panicked inside. I said what I usually say… school is school. It’s going… well… it’s just going… and no, I won’t have my scholarship anymore… but I want to take next semester off for sure. I’m burnt out. And I am. I’m fizzling- running out of energy to spend on dealing with things. I’m bottling up so much on top of everything else I’ve ever bottled up… but I’m running out of room and I can feel the pressure tightening in my chest. I’ll explode. I know I will and it will not be pleasant. It will probably be at work. It’ll be an exciting scenario I can assure you. I’ll get incredibly frustrated because the store will be a mess and I’ll be the only one trying to actually do my job because I just happen to be the only one there who needs it. Fuck being passionate about coffee… I NEED Starbucks with every part of me. Of course no one in the world knows or understands how much I really need that place… so my frustration will reach its peak when I finally can’t cope with how much my co-workers abuse the store and our necessary working groove. I’ll demand a break at which point I’ll storm to the back room having a mini panic attack. My boss of the moment will probably follow me back there and ask what’s going on. This is the part where I’ll snap. “Nothing! Nothing’s going on except for the fact that I can’t go home because I can’t talk to my parents because I can’t tell them that not only have I lost my scholarship, but I’ve dropped out of school and am giving away everything I’ve ever loved, not out of charity, but because it won’t all fit in my car when I drive away in just a few months, and I can’t even look at them because I feel like they’ll see it in my eyes so I just don’t go home and I’m working my ass of to earn the money that I need to get the fuck out of here but no matter how hard I work I don’t get a single note of recognition or appreciation or support so I can’t stand being here anymore- and I would drive away right fucking now but I don’t have enough money so I’m stuck in a place that makes me feel like I’m suffocating and I can’t go home and I can’t leave and my mother wants to have an innocent little kitten put to sleep because she doesn’t think it’ll have a quality of life and I think it will so I want to take it with me when I go but the kitten might not have as much time as I need to get the money to go so I’m fighting my job, my family, and time itself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But no worries… nothings fucking wrong! *rips out hair*

At this point I’ll probably be sent home… but then I won’t want to go home, will I?
So I’ll drive around, contemplate leaving sooner, scream a little, things like that. Then, when I do get home I’ll lock myself in my room and fiddle with my funds sheet until I see that I can leave in February instead of March. Then I’ll call Malyssa and rant for a while and tell her the new plan. And there’s another thing, another person to worry about. It’ll be me, her, my cat, her cat, my dog, maybe another cat, and two rats in my shabby little car for a week. Then it’ll be my income until she gets a job and I can do it, I know I can. I don’t want to put anymore pressure on her because I know this was all my idea, but GGAAHHHHH. I HATE MONEY. Then there’s the car. This thing has 140,000 miles on it, needs an oil change, a couple new tires, new wiring in the dashboard, and maybe some new belts in the engine, and I want to drive it across the country??? Who am I kidding???? And if it can’t make it I’m supposed to take two or three cats, and a dog, and two rats onto an airplane??? I can’t rent a car, I’m not old enough. And what about once we get there… what If I can’t get a decent place because of the animals? I can’t give them up… that would defeat most of my reason for leaving… not to mention existence itself. And what if I don’t have enough money in the end? And what if the job won’t transfer? And what if I realize I can’t make it on my own? And what if something happens to one of us there or on the way? What if we take the car and it dies in Texas or something. We’d be fine if it was just me and Malyssa… but with all those animals??? GGAAAHHHHHHH a-fucking-gain! What have I gotten myself into??????
But I can’t not do it. I can’t stay here, I’ll die. I can feel myself decomposing already. Everyday I spend here is taking one away from the end of my life. Dramatic, I know. But I have to get this out somehow. God forbid I let something slip in the real world too soon. I have to keep a smile on my face for at LEAST two more months. I have to get through December and into January because I have to be okay throughout our trip to Canada this winter. AND OH MY GOD WE’RE GOING TO BE DRIVING THE WHOLE WAY!! I’ll be locked in a careening metal box with my parents for days soon to be joined by my brother and his girlfriend during the holiday season- which we all know is the most tense one of all! People plaster on fake smiles and try to be cheery but feelings get hurt more often than not and I can’t even try to imaging what the traffic’s going to be like and it might be snowing and my mother hates highways and my brother hate’s my father’s driving and I can’t stand anyone anymore and GGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH with the fires of a thousand suns!!!!!!!!!!!!


I feel better already… *slams head against wall*