Crushing Krisis

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Archives for 2002

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Lately i have been screaming my voice thin, pummeling it as i scream for the high notes over and over again. This weekend it was Bb. If i could do that every day i would be a tenor.


There is still snow on the ground from last week’s snow day, though today’s temperatures in the 40’s felt like a summer vacation as it turned back streets filled with ice into soggy puddles to dance around. I remember when i first walked back from campus after the snow, unbroken white covering the field on thirty fourth street. A group of students were just convening a game of full-tackle snow football, and i almost asked them if could join in before i realized that i was wearing clompy boots and sexy jeans and was in no shape to be a pro full-tackle snow football player.


I get so convinced in moments, living out the highlight reel of my life as it follows a split second possibility. Rockstar. Run-away to Australia. Professor. Hit by a bus, Working in the office for the rest of my life. Pro-sno-baller.

Undecided. I wound up going out for some salad and bubble tea.

Typical.

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Wow, new lyrics, i could almost faint… they aren’t very polished yet (lots of weird logic), but their catchiness is already coming together. I feel as though i was channeling Heart at the time…

Wait – (Peter/Gina)

Lying here on the floor, waiting for you. It’s what i do even though i don’t want to want you, but you’ve got my heart on a string. I wish you’d keep it tied to you, but you leave it to yo-yo around, and i never know quite what to do! So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you.

You call me on the phone, and i wish i pretended i wasn’t home… when i hear your voice i let you in, i hold you close. You twist my guts up, baby, and it’s fucked up how we can’t deny each other for long enough for us to decide. So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. I would do anything to amuse you, to crack that stoneface baby i’d do anything break on through. Until i do i’m just like another wolf howling at the moon, because i know what i want and i need it soon. I don’t want to wait for you.

By the time i hang up the phone i’m hung up on you all over again; every time i think i can put it to an end we just begin. I swear you off and then you come over to stain the sheets. The next morning you leave me alone, sitting on the washing machine.So i’m tearing my hair out, wondering what this love is all about. I know it is something that i can’t live without, can’t live without. But this just won’t do; I’m done waiting for you. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. You tore my heart out, wonder if i can reassemble it to something that resembles what we had. I can’t, i can’t, i can’t.

I can’t wait for you.

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There’s something about watching nearly four hours of the overwhelmingly attractive overwhelmingly male cast travel their course on middle earth that makes me want to write slash fiction. And, not any kind of slash fiction, but sleazy interspecies Tolkien slash-fiction. I found myself mentally noting all the places it could be deftly inserted, to the point where i almost took out pen and paper to start writing down times. Frodo and Sam are easy, half the time they’re shown they seem like they’re about to make out or are recovering from quite a session. Pippin and Merry are just as easy… obviously out in that field doing something other than hunting for carrots when Sam and Frodo came upon them. Legolas is a little harder to work in, as tempting as he is. Apparently the slashers out there have an affinity for hooking him up with Gimli, but i could never pair such a fair haired sprite with that warty overgrown garden-dwarf. Perhaps Legolas could comfort Aragorn as he regrets his elvish bride? Or slip off with Frodo to help him improve his marksmanship?

Snow days do odd things to the brain.

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The snow has been falling steadily from when i first chaned a glance out of my back window at seven this morning until now, here, with me curled up inside this silent house fleeing the cold. I feel as though i’ve been here before; not just last winter. Something about that steady pile of snow on my tiny back roof — easily three inches now, and all the snowy ledges of the houses across from my backyard. I don’t feel the same, but that tiny window into the frozen world outside reminds me of how i used to. Feel.


The best part is that i can make snowballs without even leaving my room. In my underwear, even. I wonder if hamsters like snow…

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