The falling audacity of life. Continuous.
jim
lewdshrew
This is my first day of school.

Already, I feel under the knife. I feel as if I should change despite how proud I am to be Danica Baldry...
There is nobody like me here. I am alone. I am an outcast.
You ask me how I can tell on the first day. Usually on the first day I've had conversation other than "Where's the gym?" and "What time is it?" Nobody has approached me in any of my classes. I am alone. I am an outcast.

I was proud of my five dollar sweater from Super Store until I found that every girl in the school has Silver jeans. Old and new. I have never felt the need to change anyone.

...Should I?

copy paste from fb (somethings wrong with me)
jim
lewdshrew

http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-ca&vid=316c6ff9-fc4b-4f40-a61d-8b1c74b19ce6&from=imbot_en-ca_f1317&fg=rss

Down on your knees
She wasn't there
She wasn't there
Only partly-
But she didn't care.
You ravaged.
And now you beg for
Forgivness
Trying to
Salvage the last piece of
What once was
Of
What never will be again.

Three years is far
Too long for her to wait
For you
Dragging herself over the rocks
And snow
With her delicate
Painted fingernails.
You saw it
And now you decide to
Help
Her through the
Mud.
Screaming.

Drown it out
With
Medicine, it'll make you feel
Better
Newer
Younger
And maybe
Just good enough
That time will turn back
To what
Once
Was.
Once.

Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough.Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enuch. Not good enough. Not good enouh. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enouvh. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enoguh. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enogh. Not good enough. Not good enoun. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enougn. Not good enough. Not d enough. Not good enouhg. Not good enough. Not good enough . not good enough . Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good eough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Nog goode nough. Not good enough .Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enouch. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good eount.Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough.




iTunes cards are like milk.
jim
lewdshrew
So, you buy a twenty dollar iTunes card. Who spends this money wisely? Nobody, because iTunes makes everything so goddam tempting, and that "buy" button is so persuasive, I always seem to be clicking it...
You can edit your payment information so that everything is billed to your Visa, but that's awful, isn't it? Like I said, people who buy off iTunes are big spenders, and next thing you know, you've spent one hundred dollars out of YOUR pocket.
I had an idea- what if there were, like, an "Unlimited" iTunes card. Platinum- but on the internet, and only good for movis, music, apps and podcasts. Better than real money imo.
I vote this card should be available in any store that sells iTunes cards now.
Imagine looking up into the corner of your screen and seeing the word "Unlimited" glowing. Buy, buy, buy.

Writer's Block: The Right to Privacy
jim
lewdshrew
Should some parts of celebrities' lives be off-limits to the public, or is giving up privacy a fair price for being famous?
Some parts?..Some parts of their lives ARE private. Like when they take baths with their significant others or make eggs for the brats in the morn, and anyway, if they didn't want to be seen, heard, stalked, photographed and loved, they shouldn't have tried out for that film role. Maybe everyone should go all Thomas Pynchon, the man was photographed once or twice during his entire writing career, (whether he is dead, I do not know.) and has led a successfully famous AND private life.
And helllooo? Is there not such a thing as a private rural estate? If you're famous, you're rich, and if you're rich, you can pay for your privacy.

My point is, when people are like, "yeah I want to be a mucisian," they should know what they're getting into with the paparazzi, who, incidently, are a small price to pay for being a star.

My first ever post.
jim
lewdshrew
Lewd Shrew.
After going through an incredible amount of usernames just to find one that was even available, (how many people are on this goddam thing?) I decided on lewd shrew, and my reasons are here...

1. I am bitter, cynical, and and outspoken.
2. It flows, it came to mind immediately when I thought of things that start with an "L"
3. Aspiring name of band?
4. So bored of my own name. danica/livejournal? yehhhhnoooo

Anyway. I am feeling sort of odd. I have an air of importance about me.
An old friend messaged me on Facebook asking me, "When are you going to come visit?"
And the fact is, when I do, I'm not visiting to see YOU. I am absolutely tired of people thinking that I'm coming to Prince George to see THEM, even if the people in question haven't even been a part of my life for months.
When I visit on weekends, I have ONE full day to see the people that are important in my life, and factually, there are only two that I wish to keep throughout my teenage and adult life. And I am going to spend that day socializing with THEM, not people that I used to be best friends with. People need to accept that things change and people fade in and out.

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