30.

Dissociation.

            No I don’t mean like isolating yourself from society. When an ionic compound is placed in water, aqueous solution the ions dissociate so that an electric charge of sorts can easily pass through the mobile ions. It’s the same as a bunch of new people in a new room, separated from themselves, almost. Can be who they want to be. Compulsive liar’s bliss. An electric charge can change everything, move everyone back into their place. Reveal truth. Court cases are like that. 12 jurors, no connection but the charge of justice, hope, truth. Justice for the defense, hope that there is justice and truth in this world, that’s the charge. It’s hot and stingy and fuels people like nothing else.

            Like a common cause during a storm. When survival kicks in. When it matters.

            Electricity. 

28.

Spring break is a wonderful time, friends.

Here comes the sun :)

I'm extremely excited for my spring break this year, its already been fun-filled with coolness from cola's parties and gi adventure "late lunch" picnics and such. I just can't wait until everything finally falls into place. I'm not even THAT mad about the 3 essays, research project, reading 100 pages, multiple choice questions that i have to do for English. I mean that's not even getting my panties into a bunch. I can't wait to visit the new Panera Bread that just opened around me, thats awesome. And last year me and viv's coolness in track practice was rediculous. 

This year Ben can drive. 

Sorry it's been a little scatter-brained, but my mind is on spring overload. Parents are cookin a bbq.

Sweet Summer Breezes full of BBQ smells, V. 

Ps. I gotta get new times for some guitar lessons. I miss that.

27.

Two posts today woah, this must be a new record. 

Listen:

To the sound of the heart beat

constant.

To the sound of breathing

concurrent with emotion.

To your eye's pleas 

for these times take tolls

on minds

buying for time

to live life.

Live life,

Love life

Breath Life.

Beat Life.

See Life. 

Be Life. 

Time's to short for doubt. 

26.

wow. sorry for the lack of posts. i've been mega busy and around. no time for blogging, or so it seems. 

Today, this morning. it was early and i was sitting in my dad's black pickup truck, cruising. So it's nice and sunny, I'm feeling good. Then i glance out the window and i see a woman in front of a grave in a graveyard that never has any people in front of it. It was like a slap in the face, it's all i keep thinking about. Life is too short. She was holding her head down, with a bouquet. It was an old grave, the word had been faded out. At least someone remembered them. That's how long we're all alive isn't it? It's how long we're remembered. That's how Freddy Cruger stayed alive. Fear. But we all want to stay alive from Love. All you need is Love. 

Sorry I'm melancholy at the moment. Reflection can take on that tone sometimes. I picked the photo to juxtapose. Everyone loves some juxtaposition. Besides, it shows you I'm not a depressed little girl, but a complex rather optimistic cool cat. 

Other news in the world of Valerie? 

Well: I was in the school play (The Wizard of Oz) I was a munchkin and an ozian, it was rocking. We sold out all three shows but i didn't get to celebrate Friday the 13 as I ought to. I really want to have a seance but my friends are all non-believers. Shun the non believers :)

I joined Track. Cool right? I'm probably going to throw some discus and javelin and maybe do some minor running. I want to learn how to do a jumping event. But my main reason for joining is to have that summer body, and for once feel comfortable in a bikini. So it may be a shallow reason for joining a sports team, but what ever sue me!

Erm.... other new things? Can't really think of any. 

Keep ya posted. Maybe i'll even have a post everyday. 

Follow your heart, V. 

25.

It's finally spring. the showers, the sun, the chirping birds. its all here- so in essence it's spring. I justify my action of sitting outside and doing my homework because of the spring time weather.

The cold concrete beneath my feet, the cool breeze, nature noises. IT'S SPRING. the fact that it's spring makes me nauseatingly excited. I just got back from an excursion to peekskill, more specifically to the coffee house where we made a vocabulary test for my insane teacher Barthelmes. It was awesome. Then we ventured into a thrift shop, a treat shop and a "east village NYC" shop. Anything East Village is my vice; that is where i want to live from 18 till death. Maybe with some London living in the mix. We looked around and it was amazing. Lazy sundays are always amazing. Now i have to start my massive amount of HW. 

Currently listening to: Barrel of a Gun by Guster. Did you know the song is about masturbation? 

130 days until Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie comes out. Damn Twilight, or i would've already seen it. :/ 

I hope it doesn't rain or my laptop is toast.

Homeworking, V. 

24.

smosh.com

It's late evening and my mind is fading in and out. I'm not doing my favorite thing in the world: Sleeping because i feel majorly sick to my stomach and don't think i can fall asleep yet. My immune system sucks. With the addition of a barking death-cough even my boy friend was reluctant to come near me. I added this picture because it's of me being #2 on smosh's myspace (click the above link to see the picture more clearly). if you don't know what smosh go type in www.smosh.com, OR go to youtube and type in "Smosh" and get ready to laugh.  I'm desperately tired so I'm out. Since I'll be home all day tomorrow (thank god) I'll do a nice long blog to make up for it. 

Sweet Dreams, V. 

23.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Life lesson of the year: It goes on. 

Tick Tick

It doesn't care about you.

Tick Tick

It doesn't stop

Tick Tick

Counting Down

Tick Tick 

Never get a moment back.

Even now as I'm writing this blog I'm thinking "wow, is this REALLY what i should be doing" and the answer, although it is no, is sort of irrelevant. My mom always rambles "you are where you're supposed to be" i guess its a comfort for her. So apparently I'm supposed to be sitting on my couch, procrastinating homework and anticipating the arrivals of my grandparents and excited for the prospect of the weekend and the night. Sickly coughing at approximately 3:09pm, Friday February twenty-seventh. Comfort i guess is what I'm feeling. You know how people say to put a ticking clock next to a new dog at night so it thinks its a heart, pulsing through the night? Well, its eerie that a heart beats like a clock ticks. Each heartbeat is a concept of time, each we will never get back and counts down to our death. Our heartbeat is a sort-of biological clock, ticking, the reminder of time and how inevitable it is.

Tick tick, V. 

P.S. Spring is coming, I can feel it.