October 2010
I'm Still Sitting In An Airport
Waiting for the flight to come in. Another hour. Great. And then I have to go home and write a paper for tomorrow. And study for some circle test.
Of course Will texts me says he just got back from some call involving two girls in a car crash. That’s exactly the thing I want to hear. I’m just so thrilled to be flying.
Hanging Out
In the hotel.
Hey Jim
What color are your pants? BLUE.
Watching Ghost Adventure
Loving every minute of it.
As Usual
I wasn’t picked to play at a Dteam gig. Did I mention it’s live tv? Of course. I’m just so glad people decide to disregard me. All the time.
Not Amused
We left our camera at home, and we went out to buy a new one just for the occasion. So I come across this beautiful camera. It’s got great quality, tons of neat features, and the price isn’t too bad, $550. And my dad sees it, says it’s too expensive, and picks out the worst little shitty camera he could have ever possibly found. We just threw $200 away. I hope you’re...
I'm In A Car
Using my dad’s iPad. I feel cool. I’m looking forward to seeing my family.
Just Because...
It was a 60s theme and I swear I was the only one dressed up.
Miles To Go Before I Sleep
I miss the summers of driving around with the tops down. He and I used to race down the mountains rugged hills, dodging oncoming cars with a flick of the wrist. We camped out under the stars in a lone field, surrounded by nothing but darkness. We shared a cigarette, inhaling the bitter smoke until our lungs ached. Fall air clung to the inside of my jacket. The air wasn’t as humid anymore. In...
Just Great
It would have been a little over two years today. Great.
“And crawling, on the planet’s face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in...”
– The Criminologist: Rocky Horror Picture Show
Photoshoot Anyone?
I’m still hoping to get a Rocky Horror one up and going sometime soon… Anytime soon… Whenever people have time… Please?
If I can’t get a guy to dress up like Frank-n-furter, I’ll settle for a girl, but otherwise, all the other genders are normal. I’ve just had this idea in my head ever since I watched it for the first time last year.
And I just realized...
Mom Shows Me Picture Of Uncle's Toe
THAT JUST HAD SURGERY TO REMOVE BONES AND HE DIDN’T HAVE THE BANDAGE ON.
Excuse me while I vomit.
The Ballad Of An Wannabe Insomniac
“All the nightmares came today, and it looks as though they’re here to stay.” -Oh! You Pretty Things David Bowie.
This story was never supposed to be about me, and should never have been about me. I’m not the kind of girl anyone wanted to hang around. In my younger years, I ran around the playground, tongue out and arms raised, laughing like a madman while my fellow...
SUSIE NOOOO
Long story short, we got lost.
Mel Shay Got A Tumblr
And I’m super excited.
There's This Kid At The School Of Rock
We’ve been in a few shows together, but I’ve never really taken the time to get to know him, which is a shame, because he strikes me as this really interesting person. He performed at Open Mic today, and he took my breath away. As soon as he said the song name, I wondered if he was going to play the song I heard at the beginning of the summer, the one he wrote so long ago. This kid is...
Procrastonation
I love you.
Of Cold Autumn Nights And Worthless Petty Fights
I’m preparing myself for the worst. I need to stay positive.
I should really apply for a Day Camp position at good old Camp Tecumseh this summer. I could really use more God in my life, and that’s the perfect place for me to fully embrace Him. The only problem is, Day Camp is a huge commitment. I’m scared they’d stick me with the youngest kids that could go to camp: 4...
I Need
To fuel my frustration into a workout.
We Have To Write An Essay In German
It’s about how we see our lives in the next ten years. I’m going to tell Frau I want to be a Pokemon Master.
I'm A Shooting Star
Leaping through the sky, like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity.
All Good People
I need to surround myself with uplifting people. I should not have to listen to people comparing me to some whore (which I’m not. I was absolutely committed to Will for two years. Two. Years.) or watch people look at me and whisper to the person standing next to them. What is wrong with the world today? I didn’t screw up this bad.
I Started Working On A New Story
About a serial killer. Don’t worry, it won’t be as gruesome as it sounds. It’s actually quite interesting so far. The main character, who still needs a name, is very jumpy. He has these dreams of the people he’s murdered. But he never remembers them when he wakes up. He notices people in a way no one can. He notices their little quirks, the thing that makes them tick. I...
P.S.
Tom, you brighten up my day with your smile.
I WISH I DIDN'T ALREADY WEAR MY PURPLE SHIRT THIS...
Now I’m sad. But at least Tumblr is purple!
This Kid Right Here
Just got a Mew. A MOTHERFUCKING MEW. Fuck yeah.
I Haven't Had A Radiohead Fix In A Long Time
Seen all good things and bad Running down the hill All so Battered and Brought to the ground I am hungry again I am drunk again With all the money I owe to my friends When i’m like this how can you be smiling Saying How can you be sure? How can you be sure? If you walk out the door Will I see you again? If so much of me lies in your eyes I am hungry again I am drunk again With all the money...
I Feel Sick
I wish my mom wouldn’t try to comfort me about this. Her idea of comforting is “Oh well you shouldn’t let this get to you, BECAUSE IF YOU DO EVERYTHING ELSE IN YOUR LIFE WILL JUST SUCK AND THEN YOU’LL BE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.”
Gee thanks. I feel loads better.
What A Waste
Well guess what. You can’t expect to just say sorry. You broke up with me because you wanted to test me? Just because I’ve been pushing for it all week, doesn’t mean I was going to do it. But now, don’t expect me to come back. What a fucking waste.
I've Made Mistakes
I am angry all the time No one’s fault but mine Tell me how you fashion kind when you’re out of style
I have tried hard to answer All the questions that you’ve posed Tell me now how should I care when I feel so alone and so unloved
The pressure is rising I mean it, it’s binding I’ve been compromising for you
Shit.
Words. Came. Out. Of. My. Mouth. Before. I. Could. Stop. Them.
Make. My. Hands. Stop. Shaking.
How Long?
How long have I been working on this? Mrs. Robinson is obviously going to know this paper sucks without even reading it. I don’t even know what I’m getting at anymore.
I'm Just Being An Idiot
I’m sitting down at the computer trying to write this paper and nothing’s coming. I can’t think. I’m going to fail this fucking thing. And I’m crying and I’m a mess and I don’t know what to do. Everyone can see that this isn’t just about the paper. In fact, it’s not about the paper at all. My life is falling apart and I can’t take it...
I Really Need To Pull Myself Together
I had fun all weekend and forgot about my paper due tomorrow. I’m a mess.
Somebody Get Me Out Of Here
Anybody get me out of here. Somebody get me out of here. Get me the fuck right out of here.
I Just Realized
That just about everything I’ve written ties back to you somehow. You were, after all, my original inspiration. You still are. You still really, truly are. Missing you is killing me. This isn’t fun anymore.
I’m about to cry.
“Go to pieces, like me. It’s only natural.”
– Barefoot In The Park
I Can Never Write What I Want To Anymore
Too afraid that people will start figuring me out. Too afraid to let people really know me. I can’t stand it. I used to have freedom, and now I’ve been caged by the one thing I thought I could use to escape.
I Realized I Was Wrong
I do need you in my life. I spent all those months cursing your very existence. On the outside, I tried to look like I hated you. But on the inside, that was a different matter all together. I don’t know why I’m even mentioning this now. None of it matters, after all. It’s not like I’m going to tell you any of this, it’d end in ruins. Listen to me. I’ll write...
This. So Much.
The conversations that started up because of this picture were some of the funniest I’ve ever been a part of.
Whenever I Get To Missing You
I always pull up this one picture. You’re staring right into the camera with the same warmth you always used to look at me with. I miss the beautiful smile you used to flash me.
“shannon: im five!
mel: im four!
shannon: im three!
mel: im two!
shannon: OH...”
– A conversation Mel Shay and I had a long time ago. I love this girl. 