You're first impression is most likely to be wrong. Not all people are in a rush-or rude. This is a common way of moving in a city. Nothing personal.
distance of approximately one or two feet should not be challenged. nothing personal.

Time and promptness are highly valuhighly valued

We use simple vocabulary.
impossible words and phrases.

build your identity and many salient features

Do you want to forget?
Live in the dark.

We don't see her for several hours.
We don't see her for several hours.

We see her nervous. What you feel right now is a typical pattern or experience.

She meets our eyes-
she stops, out of breath.
There is a smile on her face.
then runs again, jumping several times over trash on the sidewalk.
then runs again.

She inhales tehn suddenly turns away and meets our eyes again in the mirror. then suddenly turns away and meets our eyes again in the mirror. meets our eyes again.

...make yourself whatever--
make yourself whatever you like to be.
if it is not what you want,
it is everything.
it is not...
whatever you like to be.

the right to know your charges and accusor

her hand, out and touching the wall

"beautiful, beautiful." she takes off her clothes.
she walks into the other room.
she feels a tingle of fear.

she tries to memorize everything she sees.
time passes.
she ask a question and has a conversation--then a daydream.

the neon signs light her face in pink and blue.

Elaine: Did you get your hair cut?
Jerry: No, shower. So where

She feels a tingle of fear.
We see her nervous.
It's science fiction.

If I would be a different person.

So, ions ago I wrote about what I wanted in life, in a little composition book filled with spontaneous musings. Really all that particular entry said was how I wanted to live somewhere chaotic, someplace that was beautiful in all its fucked up glory, or somewhere with cobblestone streets. The rest was about a boy that resides in my mind. Or maybe not. So I just thought it would be fun to update it, even though it’s not that different. So, here goes.

I want a boy that makes me feel beautiful, it’s a given, but important nonetheless.

I want a boy that will eat foreign foods with me. Oh, and everything will be either vegan or at very least free range. ;D. So I guess I want a boy that realizes the shit they do to animals and is definitely NOT cool with it.

And when we get sick we’ll eat miso soup in the bathtub. So I suppose he’ll have to like miso soup and bathtubs. Or at very least bathtubs, I’ll eat the miso soup, and make him some chicken noodle if he wants.

I’d like to sit on rooftops and sneak into pools at midnight and go to Rocky Horror together, that’d be cool.

I want a boy with eclectic music taste(note not MY music taste, just a variety) which can blast from speakers constantly.

I want a boy who sings to me. And writes with me at nighttime by candlelight and Chinese lanterns. Songs, poems, stories, whatever.

I want to hold hands in public but nothing more, accept kiss in dark corners of coffee shops and books stores (I’m not saying I’m original). I

want a boy that will go to vintage stores and isn’t too old or cool for trying on period pieces with me.

I want a boy that can talk to me until dawn about subjects that run the gamut from A to Z.

I want a boy that will live with me in a loft and help me throw completely insane parties reminiscent of the Factory or maybe the ones in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And those parties will turn into sleepovers on occasion. And when everyone leaves we can go to the top of the building and sleep there.

Carnivals, bike riding, and playing tourist are other potential activities. ;D.

Bonuses would be liking any of the following: Wes Anderson movies, Bret Easton Ellis, Chucky P, Elliott Smith, Magnetic Fields, Conor Oberst, the Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Alkaline Trio, Set Your Goals, folk-punk, Neutral Milk Hotel, Sufjan Stevens, Dorothy Parker, J.D Salinger, old movies, Edie Sedgwick, chai tea, breakfast cereals, Cat Power, Wilco, Sinatra and whatnot (that list goes on and on).

I mean, ideally. Love is love is love, it’s going to happen no matter what. But if anyone out there fits the above description, you already know where I am. Haha.

In a Story Told She Was a Little Girl (In a Red-rouge, Sun-bruised Field)

So, this sounds random, but I guess it's not. Anyways, when I was little everyone in my neighborhood was older, closer to my sister's age (she's 6 years older). And I always felt weird because I couldn't really hang out with everyone. So I remember one day I got the brilliant idea to pop some popcorn and take it over to all the older kids. I have no idea why I thought this was a great idea, I guess because I really liked popcorn and thought they would too. Haha. Anyways, it worked. For a split second they came over and talked to me and got popcorn and I didn't feel so out of place. But then all my popcorn was gone, I didn't get any, and I had to go back to playing by myself. Sad, kinda. And funny, a little.

Anyways, I think I'm still that little girl desperate for everyone to like her. It's a horrible habbit, but it's hard to grow out of. But now people aren't quite as impressed with popcorn, no matter how great it is. So I give what I can, small favors and task, advice, myself...it ranges, and sometimes it's kinda unhealthy. Especially because you can't buy that stuff at the store, you know get some more, pop it, what not. This is sounding ridiculous, but I really was getting at something. I'm just tired of being such a people pleaser. Putting them above myself. Getting screwed over, and over, and over. Becoming some kind of whore in many senses. But where would I be if I didn't do these things? Which is emptier? I don't know. I'm just feeling kind of used up right now.

A Little Bit of Inspiration

Well, it's a relatively known fact that she's one of my idols, but in addition to being inspiring in that aspect, my absolute favorite photograph of the moment is one of Audrey Hepburn. I LOVE this:

Old Photographs (Living Subjects)