Neologisms

Neologisms are a sign of schizophrenia, said my Psych textbook.
It worries me.

On Monday, I stayed at the computer lab until 5 to finish my English, and as I wrote, it rained and rained and rained and rained, and the world melted in the rain, and even after I was done, it was raining torrentially, so I stepped outside under the portico, and the anti-island indentationaty-places of the plaza all became pools, and the soaked boys played and jumped and threw water at one another and the soaked birds flew, and I was just so happy I felt like laughing silently for an eternity,
and I walked under the portico until I reached the main office.

The tired granite floors there had little black footprints all over where they absorbed water, like shingles. It was still a forever-distance to the dorm from the main office, so I traced water all over the floor as I contemplated whether or not I should return to the dorm.
When the rain didn't stop, I wrote "LOVE" on the floor and ran for the dorms with my cellphone tucked into a plastic folder.

On the way, I met a bunch of soaked dragonflies dancing in the rain. I apologized for crashing into them so suddenly, and I must have looked hilarious with a flimsy folder held over my head. I really wanted to laugh for an eternity.

Love is when you're not sure where your feelings have gone, but then you realize you would gladly give up anything in your life if it made them happier,
and my English papers want to know if you can claim artistic license for English class.

Psychic spy satellites.

I don't have much time to write much anymore,
nor much to write much about, and I can't write as well as I used to,
in June.
I wish I was a girl, so I wouldn't be so angry all the time,

but the world seems like an awfully big place, and there are too many things to do,
and too mant things to believe in,
and to disbelieve,
and you're not quite sure which will lead you anywhere,
or which is true, if there is such a thing at all,
so you drift a bit toward any planet that you pass,
merry-go-around it,
and then you're off f f f f f .

I only wish they would give you a map.

Pisces, again.



Hey,
let's have bubbles at our wedding.

Here at school and dreams and things...

The Sunday before I left, I dreamed I was at a school.
As I talked to my friend about the sermon that morning, she passed by my class.
I followed her past a dark room of sleeping people watching an old French movie. She was standing in the hall with her friends. I ran up to her.
I was so happy I hardly noticed she was three heads taller.

Sunday seemed to pass ultra-super-fast:
Ate a sandwich, packed my stuff, a train ride, a taxi ride.
It was almost dark when I arrived.
The school is like a maze of labs and dorms and counseling centers, and then mom left me to die.
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

I drew a picture for her after dinner, watched some people play video games, and lights out came before I had time to shower.

Alas, waves of joy passing through my open mind, chasing away sleep,

and couldn't stop thinking about Paris, bakeries, bus stops,

millions and billions of dancing lights far in the distance...

Bats and cats, hoc illuc, at dawn and dusk.
Nox non dormit.
Do cats eat bats?

From my balcony on the 7th floor, I can see the city.

We passed a closed ferret shop on the way to our house.
I would have bought all the ferrets before it closed, if I had the money.
I wonder where they all went.

Taiwan is a fug, and my parents don't like dreamcatchers.

Right about now, I'm wondering how I'll finish so many pictures before school starts in 5 days.
I would like go to Paris with...
Darn, I still don't know what to call her.

Taiwan

So the plane ride here was pretty lame. I saw a movie about a schizophrenic guy and it made me cry, and my sister threw up more than once. The airport shops at LA were all too expensive, and only one water fountain worked. Then a 9 hour plane ride and Star Trek made the rest of the way there.

It was morning when I arrived.
It wasn't like "I can't believe I'm here! It's incredible!" Maybe I was too tired to care much at all.

The only thing that really stuck out to me there was the talking water fountains and foldable cups.

I have internet connection!

If
I
could
create
aholiday...

I would make it out of home-made masks and gloves and boots and silence!
As soon as the sun sets, you run silently into the silent streets with paper lanterns and cause trouble and spend money-money-money!, cuz if you're really silent, no-bo-dy will know who you are atall!
And then near midnight, you put paper wishes over your lanterns and the heat bloats them up like hot air balloons or lactose intolerant stomachs,
and when the clock strikes 12, you let them go into the forever sky,

and then you make as much noise as you can until your throat is hoarse!

Banano!



And I think I saw Haruhi Suzumiya at McDonald's yesterday, only she had fob glasses.
Mygodsomanythingstowriteabout! but I'm lazy so I won't.

Thunderstorms, talks about God over lunch, a moving sale, and a going-away party.

And then yesterday, at church, my first hug with her! Pulse: 200 MPH! I wanted to keep on hugging for an eternity! Forever!
but it was getting awkward, so let go.

We leave this afternoon.
My heart is a rock that's fallen to the bottom of my stomach. It's not sadness. It's as if I'm sitting in the cockpit of a spaceship on a winter's day.

I feel invincible!


"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."