Love is for Poor People.

Do you think that atheists and anti-love anarchists feel the way they do because they've been hurt? Is it pain that perpetuates the continual rebellious desires to take the road less traveled? I honestly believe that pain is the culprit in the demise of the already love-mamed individuals of this planet. I too feel a little angry and angsty from time to time mostly because I lack trust where it's necessary.

I'm bitter, damnit.
I deserve more respect than I am handed.
I give so much.
And I'm so ridiculously patient.

I just want to be heard. "Listen to my words!", I cry.

Hm.

I realize now that it is a combination of my pent up frustrations and my hidden spouts of envy that provoke these occasional outbursts of irrational hate and animosity in me.

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Alright, well its been quite some time since I last wrote anything of value here within my second home of cyberworld. And to be quite completely honest I think its because I haven't really had time to sit down and just think.

Under Pressure.

I think I've bitten off way more than I can chew. Its starting to take a toll on my little heart. My very fragile, A.D.D heart. I can't focus enough on one emotion, nor do I envelop the capability of not taking one's words too harshly. I'm a sensitive little panda and this shit's tough. I have filled my schedule up wayyy too much. Lets take a gander at the weeks to come. For just this weekend I have:

Thursday- Class from 10am-2:15pm. Drive to Redlands. Circus rehearsal 5pm-9pm. Pick up Harvest tickets. Drive to Fullerton. Meet with study group. Spend a second with Jon, in between his guitar time.
Friday- Wake up. Drive to Redlands. Work until 6pm. Start 50/50 clowning. Crew show from 7pm until 10. Go home. Sleep.
Saturday- Wake up at 7. Work at 8 until 4. Go straight to the Y. Crew show from 5pm until 8pm. Go home. Sleep.
Sunday- Wake up at 6:30. Work at 7:30 until 2:00. Go to the Y. Crew show from 3pm until 6pm. Find time to see my mother since it is MOTHER'S DAY for shit's sake! Figure out how to get back to Fullerton. Finish Honors paper. Finish AMST paper. Start Soc paper.
Monday... I think you get the point?
This show and work continues on until the end of May.
I'm going to be under the radar for just a bit.
If you need me, call. I'll try to answer.

Mas mas mas!

Mas photos!
These are a few of my friends, Caley Soury, Ariel Soury and Jeannemarie!

Wordlessworhtless.

Sometimes, when the words have escaped my mind and have lost their way between my lips, I take pictures. So instead of a woeful composition of verbs and nouns I'll share with you what I've seen lately. From my mind to yours.

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I learned from a friend today that, "its not always about creating photographs. It can be about finding ones that already exist.”
I think I'll take this into account in my next fit of frustration.

I'm back?

I don't really know what I'm doing with my life. But here are a few more photos I took a few weeks ago. Pardon me for my perpetual state of, "blah". I'm in a transitional period. I call it, "finding myself". Being an ambivalent transient is starting to sound better and better everyday, though.

Summer.

Over the summer, I had made the decision that the only physical attempt I could make at making the world a far more decent place was to engage my closest friends and myself in various acts of positive vandalism. We decided on places to “tag” and moving thoughts to write. One night we attacked the Lincoln Shrine in Redlands with words upon words that spilled our ever-evasive fervor. We just wanted to change the world. Or at least turn a few heads with our completely anonymous acts of zealousness. It was beautiful and on more than one outing, we all became very close to one another. We came together, for a single cause. Always with my sidewalk chalk. This is of one of our many taggings that very day. Enjoy.

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Just put your hands upon my waist.

We never change do we?

I've been walking in the same way as I did.

You make no mistake, I know just what it takes.

History sticks to your feet.

Life doesn't hold much mystery.

My cinderella, gone in a day. Maybe its better.

What> huh?? Makes no sense.

Jenna, you don't make sense.