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>>> Success is in the soil.
Friday, Apr. 11, 2008/3:06 pm So what�s it to you? Is it weighted on my fears, guilt, or pleasure? My triumph is my demise and only when I cease to exist do I expand, There has got to be something solid. success is malnutrition you are stumped so water what you believe is true, 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 3:06 pm on Friday, Apr. 11, 2008 >>> three days in.
Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2008/11:09 pm I almost wish for one last winter storm so that I wont have to turn in my paper tomorrow because of office hours cancelation and I can take a break from this paper I have been working my ass off on titled "I'd rather fuck who I want than kill who I am told to:" Women's rise to power in a world of porn. It's all about pro-pornography feminism, women's bodies in the media, the fight for and against censorship and the fight against the hegemony to the plight of powerful women in the porn industry and bladididy blah how this has all lead to power of the femme. A very ambitious topic, we had to chose our own, at first I chose hegemonic whiteness in the south and the discourse of rap music... unfortunately I became bored and it was to self centered...and really had nothing to do with rap music, I felt it cried "white girl" instead of an educated stand against racism in the south. Thus pornography. oh university why must you toil with me. Sunday James and I went to a barbecue slash fire with all the kids from town we are getting to know. It was a success, though ironically me, the only vegetarian present ended up cutting up this huge hunk of brisket for the meat eaters who so cleverly tried to cook it whole, frozen and on stick over the fire. So our little meat eater friends had a blast. I had a blast, I was just excited for any social opportunity really and that was a fantastic time with some really fantastic people. Monday I woke up early and couldn't breathe right, James went off to work and proceeded to work on my paper and around 2:30 I headed off downtown to meet up at a peaceful sit in for the strife in Tibet. Unfortunetly during the last hour, a war vet was walking through the park and was enraged, because our sit in was located in a public memorial space which happened to also be the space of the local war memorial. He was very angery and shouted at all of us sitting calming against the memorial "GET OUT ASSHOLES!" Pema was holding the Tibetan flag, crying and barely flinched when the stick was thrown, tears streaming down her face in pain and fear. It was awful, and that we were simply there promoting peace... Most of us where enraged, but anger was going to get us no where. All I could shout in fear was "But we are promoting peace!" In in his brain all he felt was hostility because to him we were violating the memories of those lost in the past wars and whether he was senile or not he was pained. James is at another fire tonight, I almost wish I had gone, but I had work to do. I still feel like I will never get it done. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 11:09 pm on Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2008 >>> first few days of spring.
Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2008/12:29 pm So it has finally happened. I need this place to show me some signs of life, and oh yes the birdies are singing now, but my soul is just heavy now. I can't tell the difference in me or in you, the sun of the moon because I've borrowed part of you and given you part of me you are too beautiful for me 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:29 pm on Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2008 >>> Transistion
Thursday, Mar. 20, 2008/1:09 pm I think my transition has been too harsh. I have since, grown callous and blunt in my mannerisms, i have become apathetic to human nature and instead have found myself almost betrothed to myself. I feel my self expression has become limited. I don't force myself to do anything that isn't whim, but my whim it's self has become cumbersome. Over loaded with time, and displaced by the thoughts of who I really am and have I really taken my liberties to their fullest. I think it is time I start setting my standards and writing about my morals. Maybe when I wont crumble when my emotions strike hard. Maybe then they wont strike because I have simply chosen to feel another way, not indifferent mind you, just not so, so out of control. How bout that.... 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 1:09 pm on Thursday, Mar. 20, 2008 >>> grass is more than failure
Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008/2:07 pm Tomorrow is beautiful or today rather. hopeful the snow will all melt away. i want to lay in some grass, i find the weather extremely distracting, making it difficult for me to study economics. I am trying to get this assignment done early so i don't have to worry about it, but i am a proven failure.
2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 2:07 pm on Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 >>> it's a great bush.
Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008/2:21 am i really shouldn't drink alone in my room anymore, it makes me forget to shut the bathroom door and for random people to see my bush and turn in fear. oh the bush of hillery, it's a great bush. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 2:21 am on Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 >>> Anne Frank and mint tea
Wednesday, Mar. 12, 2008/8:27 pm ginko trees where always my favorite. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 8:27 pm on Wednesday, Mar. 12, 2008 >>> Don't be afraid of your anger
Wednesday, Mar. 12, 2008/1:03 pm my room smells like lemons and i can feel my blood running through my veins. I have been busy evading school work all day. I am painting a picture of what looks to be two robots dancing, but i can't be sure at this point, they are still in the fetus stage. Today is the second day of my cleanse. I kinda just feel like dancing. I can't really make complete thoughts It feels different that last year, I am also not having as much trouble. So Elizabeth is turning 21 and we are having this huge bonanza weekend continuing on to saint patricks day. can't really party on the cleanse, alcohol would probably kill me. So only a few weeks left of classes. I am not a very good demensional painter. I am sorry I always uppset you in the middle of the night so you can't sleep. I'll make it up to you some how. you know who I am, and here you've all I've got to talk to. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 1:03 pm on Wednesday, Mar. 12, 2008 >>> when theres love thers action
Sunday, Mar. 09, 2008/4:30 am i am totally drunk right now i like to drink in my room my show box i am giddy and weird i love my man and i miss him to death i wish hed come over right now and hold me till i pass out sometimes i wish i was the same kid i used to be i'll be tweenty one this year what do we do with souls like ours? "i never meant to clip your pretty wings... you always knew me you saw right through me i have to write an essay i've run out of board meals for the week and i dont think i can afford to eat in the caf tomorrow, thats okay though cause my shoe box is nice and i have granola like a good hippie i will eat my granola and smile. drink some tea to bring me back to conciousness if i ever wake up to eat my granola i hope i don't have any sex dreams about girls tonight that has been happening a lot latly it's nice but im tired of eatinig pussy in my sleep. adolesence is a beautiful except it and love it, i miss being sixteen and i miss fleetwood mac beaches my old pals and worrying about jesus loving me. miss the way my gut felt when i stopped eating and the way my skin smelt it was gross smelling but i still remember it i love that i have my long hair back ii like my little budah belly i miss my old skin and soul only sleeping "cause now its on" *i wouldnt be able to see your face if it was right in front of me, but i hcan smell your sweat and that's okay because it is familiar to me they call you my baggage but i love you and i want you like i never did before, darling." 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 4:30 am on Sunday, Mar. 09, 2008 |
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The Story of My Demise and Rebirth Part 1 - Friday, Dec. 16, 2011
A garden to grow. - Monday, Jun. 20, 2011 Spring sunshine - Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011 Paradise - Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010 Who are you meant to be? - Saturday, Sept. 04, 2010 navigate <<<
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