Summertime Clothes

So, blog, I thought it was about time you got a makeover!
And since a lot of stuff has changed in my life
I figured you should change too.

And now I'm posting on Facebook too.
Gonna get back into the blogging mood.

Despite my totally awful mood earlier, I've definitely improved.
Talking to Jessica definitely helped.

Here's the rundown for the past month or so, straightforward as I can make it.

First off, it appears that I'm single, officially, for the first time in more than a year.
sure, it's a bit sad.
But overall I guess this way's the easiest.
Now I realize that I've basically been deprived of affection for that same amount of time, and that's sad.
I'll solve that somehow, someday.
Not a big priority.

"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, bro."
-The Beatles

Second, after the hearing was over and done with, I got my sentence.
namely four days of community service.
Day numero uno was yesterday.
It wasn't THAT bad...
Just tedious and more yard work than I do in a month.
Six hours of leaf raking and carrying more weight than I'm capable of.
After that was over I meandered over to Cornerstone to wait for my ride
that never showed up,
so I walked home.
Which wasn't so bad either.
The sun was out, and I walked through the linear park, which is always fun.

This morning, I woke up, tried to roll over,
and fought back tears
because my whole torso aches, as well as my legs
and my arms
and my neck
and my feet
and everything in between.

Now I know I complain about being sore a lot
But really, I don't mind it so much.
The aching makes me feel like I've done something productive.
Which I have.

I'm looking forward to this summer so much it's not even funny.
The long days, the glaringly bright solar energy
hanging out in parks, biking around town,
trying to find something to do and finding nothing
and being okay with that.
loud music, short shorts and tank tops
making memories
running for ten-twelve hours on nothing but fruit and water.
LIVING, man.
That's the kind of therapy I need.
That's the life I miss.

Three more months of school and it'll be a reality.

I've been online for seven hours, I think I'll go find something productive to do now...
Like my laundry...

Peace.

~Marina

Crystal Castles

So I'm going to try not to quote a song today, because quoting songs is my way of not having to actually say anything to explain what I'm going through.

Anyhow.

I really shouldn't be sitting here blogging right now because...
A) I need to write ten pages of screenplay for tomorrow
B) I need to write two essays
C) I need to clean my room and do my laundry
D) I really need to get a life.

Yup.

So I did one of four community service days yesterday and today, I hurt everywhere. To the point of not being able to walk correctly. Three to go.

I'm going to try to finish Transitions this week because I want my open seventh back.

There's a band festival on Tuesday, and another one next Tuesday.

I need a vacation.

~Marina

What A Catch, Donnie.

"I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

You'll never catch us
So just let me be
Said I'll be fine
Till the hospital or American Embassy
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

What a catch
What a catch
What a catch
What a catch

I will never end up like him
Behind my back, I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
Is the way I'm the one
Who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter
Growing up, growing up

I got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch."

-"What A Catch, Donnie" - Fall Out Boy

I wish I actually had something to say.

~Marina