Trixie-Lou

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2008-06-19T21:42:00.000-07:00

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Fifth

2008-06-18T23:20:00.001-07:00

thoughts formed from anxiety.
Current mood: artistic
Category: Life

Here and there junk is aquired. It piles up until it is explained in odd ways. Lamps often give out the power of light, and the switch; electricity to correspond. What might happen to the lamp if the electricty doesn't play along? Quite alike what happens when communication is blurred. Understanding surroundings. How far is close enough? "Step away, because I do not need any more junk piling up?" When you told me the truth, I could not believe my ears.

Honesty is painful.

Fourth

2008-06-18T23:19:00.001-07:00

When the inspiration comes around, I pack it up and move on with my life. My love follows in an irridescent notebook, and my heart is chained to a letter I never meant to keep from a winter's past. Here and there, my body is linked to those I never intended to meet; all will never keep in touch. For the sake of them, myself and my ego. That winter was tough. Hot chocolate stains captured in the room; alongside muddy animal prints I tried denying. It's not like they scared me;

more like I scared myself into thinking I'd have to pack up again and leave such a huge stain behind for the next wanderer..

Third,

2008-06-18T23:18:00.001-07:00

He lived inside a hair salon. The pink perfume and aroma of hairspray ran through my veins. Door painted purple; Next painted pink. Alongside that was a blue room; and a large room for security. Wind gently swept in through the window pane; as I hid into a safer place. I did not lie to him, as many times as I can recall. The many times; oh they are plenty of times I've cried and begged. That is all. I saw that boy just yesterday. With the pretty blue eyes; that swam through you and i; all that was left from the screams; they played. Though my grammar isn't fit for a Queen, and my sofa isn't made for pleasent dreams. You sat so long, thinking, waiting... hoping that I'd...

Sit down until there were no more screams. Bumble Bees and matured fiends they all stuck me into a bottle; and flew off into the night. Do I miss that room, or just being out of sight? All that followed me captured the twinkle in his eyes. The suprise of winning the peace while Upside down; all around you didn't ever seem to care. About anything, BUT that hair. The ride was spinning as I stare at his curls today. They fall out of place, and his laugh is what I heard; far away he blurred so; blurry i felt and sorrow he glistened. While together, we did not glance back.

Wouldn't say I lost him.
more like,
I just saw that boy yesterday...

Second new Post.

2008-06-18T23:06:00.001-07:00

My grades:

Literature: A!! 96%
Choir: A!!
History: D+ (A big improvement)
Biology: B+
Geometry: D (Really hard to pass for me)
French: Eh... well you get how my grades have improved... or at least I am proud of most of them =D

& the Math Test everybody takes, I ALMOST passed. That is Okay, I'll do it again, blah blah blah.

My teachers said really nice things to me the last day of school. Things they have never said Before. My math teacher told me that I've shown great improvement and I have had a better attitude towards class and work. Which is true, and is nice to have her notice.
My English teacher said he loved my writing, and wouldn't have graded it anything less than an A, and that made me feel accomplished.

I didn't get a few jobs I applied for. But that's Okay! The Clothing store, The Ice Cream Parlor. Except I dropped off an application a few days ago at Wendy's. I went in today and spoke to the manager and he said he wants to call me immediately Monday Morning. Wish me luck, even though I'm lucky enough on my own. ;)

My license: Not yet, but I figure it's a good thing. =P

Uhh and I miss Arizona a lot... a lot.

And those pictures will show up, I'm really truly sorry about them being so late.

I got a hair-do change today and i'll post pictures tomorrow. It is really cute. It'll be black and blond with some pink underneath. I wanted to make it more dark instead of crazy colors considering I don't know how my appearance needs to be if I am serious about getting a job.

-Katie

I have Trust in you.

2008-06-18T22:54:00.000-07:00

Knowing me that extra attention she gained would leave me extremely jealous; so I left to face my next biggest adventure. Next thing you know, my name is being waved throughout the sky with spotlights following me through the rain puddles. But please don't jump ahead; I'll get to that later in the story. So I picked up my luggage just outside the door, hopped into my lamest shoes, and set out to learn the whole world was mine if only my anxiety would let it be. I began to walk, further than I had anticipated for the given weather. The soles of my shoes were squeaking quite like the ugliest duckling you'll ever see. At least the ugly duckling gets a book written about her! The yellow in my teeth and the green left behind from oil stains, left a painful smirk against my face. Traffic whizzed past, as muddy water splashed onto fish decorations etched into my shoe.

The beggars with greed in their eyes and mystery in their pockets made an advance, and for the first time in years, I followed with a sigh of relief. As the copper change dropped into the paper cup, I could see the redemption in their eyes. One, Two, Three; the numbers of opportunities seemed to open up. That change might have been for Sunday liquor, but each person has their own agenda and makes their own rules. Being a daughter of misfortune I realized that possibly they wanted that copper for a change in recovery. This grungy man cleared his throat and grunted at my shoe. I gave him this eyebrow raise that wasn't meant to anger anybody, even though all my English teachers called it lethal. Good thing I don't need to make any friendships this morning. Or ever! Due to past history. So I ran, to get away from the fear of him following. I've always been mocked for being full of paranoia. Pretty soon the sweat is matching the rain with this rush of heat through my veins. Wet rain seemed to wash away the chalk from the daycare students drawing onto the neighboring sidewalk, as the children scurried inside due to the grumbles across the way.

I'd always walk by their window pane and admire the blossoming flowers growing around the place. The building was painted with bricks, and inspiring murals that hadn't faded for years. In the past year, graffiti has become exceedingly popular, and although it is mighty bright, the children's little handprints will never be the same. Sometimes I wonder what they do while cooped up inside afraid to leave the security of a locked door. Main roads in our area are not only populated, they have a strange glow to them that is freakishly appealing to those less fortunate. And yet walking around this neighborhood is mesmerizing. Such hope can lay in a trail of spilt coffee. Spilt coffee turns into such a story. One that can only be told by that certain special person. This also gets me to thinking of another interesting idea. What happens when people drop their milk money, or a dime that was for a parking meter? That is when I take a long walk down a crowded alley to find out that strength doesn't always lye in numbers.

See, I have this problem with my sister. She seems to get all the attention, and I am nothing but an outsider. She has the prettiest green eyes, or so I've been told. They flow so nicely with her long locks of brown hair. Her skin barely ever blemishes, and her smile is what the guys call beautiful. My own mother is obsessed with her grades, which truly suck to be honest. Even though she gets the line, "Oh honey we love how you try!" Mine are the equivalent of a typical high school nerd. The one who never got a date to homecoming, or voted best dressed. Looks can be deceiving, and for once in my life I know where I'll leave a mark. I had to leave my house for that reason, and since my super cool cat puked all over my lunch for tomorrow, Peanut butter and jelly will never be the same to me again. At least I didn't pack oatmeal also. That would have been my next visit to the sidewalk. I have been told time and time again that my sister will be forgotten once she gets older and into the real world. My best friend who is my mind that is talking to you right now told me it should make me feel better. Not really considering being selfish hasn't always been my strongest trait. Though arguing with myself can be time consuming, it also leads to long conversations in third person. The rain was always my getaway, along with writing. I'd go for mile long rides through the river banks, and alongside the sidewalks lining the corner stores. Until that one day, wet rain seemed to wash away the chalk from the daycare students as they were drawing onto the sidewalk. The children scurried inside due to the grumbles across the way. That is the moment I could tell something was seriously wrong.

Another.

2008-05-21T21:54:00.000-07:00

My hair after a week of it being hot pink again! Tomorrow I am going in for an interview with a company that sells, buys, and trades used clothing for money. I am very excited if I were to get the job, and am still very stoked just imagining how interesting the job would be. I believe I am qualified for what the requirements are. One of the questions they ask is, "Do you go through your friends' closets when they aren't looking?" No matter what happens, I will not be discouraged since I realize finding a job I want really bad isn't going to be handed to me.

Now I am passing all my classes BUT one. That is still very good progress from even a week ago.

I will update once I get more Information!

I haven't posted pictures yet...

2008-05-18T11:25:00.001-07:00

Well I did not win the poetry contest, but that is okay because instead my Grandma, Mom, and I went to Ihop. I got a cheeseburger and French Toast. After that, we went to Value Village and I got a really cute sweater.

I won at shopping =D

=)

2008-05-08T19:21:00.000-07:00

On the fourteenth of May I'll find out if I won an award for the poetry contest I entered.
No matter if I won or not, It'll be fun listening to all the entries.

All about spiders.!

2008-05-04T18:03:00.000-07:00

Not so far away, the time was ten in the morning... and the townsfolk were beyond extraordinary. the doors were opening in this town that everybody thought was imaginary. It was taken off the world map. not even a map maker could trace why that happened. you walk down the road, and there are hamburgers being devoured by creatures of all skin tones, shapes, and voices. one group stuck out, and this is where her story began.

I’m Isabella and this is my story. I grew up as a stuffed animal. literally. that doll you didn’t play with, was most likely me. i sadly enough programmed fear into the hearts of children. my home was a toy shop. 1890 Perfect Lane. I sat quietly on the top shelf for the longest time. dust started to collect on me, but it was okay cause once in awhile i’d get the occasional friendly customer who begged to hold my hand, and play a game with me for a few adored seconds. of course they always left me alone next to the dinosaur who felt even uglier than me, and the barbie who felt like such an imposter standing next to g.i. joe.

conditioning was the worst. that was when they picked through the toys and decided which was worthy of representing the store. the workers would come into the store once night fell, and party until morning came.flipping the light switches on and off while giving me such a headache from all the arguing. as far as they are concerned i can’t speak. and that is how it needs to stay. My friend is packaged in a box. ten feet below me. somewhere in a girls shopping cart is my mother, who never got to say goodbye. My father is five isles away next to the talking frogs who never are quiet. when the messy people in plastic coats circle the shelves, i gasp and hold onto ever fiber in my elastic cotton being.

Those children with marshmallow smiles pull at my heart strings everytime. i’ve wanted to live on a bed, or a windowsill for so long. a nice quilt crocheted by Grandma, or on a nice sweater knitted by a relative that was taken for granted. can’t they see i am begging to be a part of a family, have a best friend One who says goodnight to me, and takes me to sleepovers just so they can brag about how soft i am? instead, i am picked over for every torn button, every imperfection that if i had a best friend wouldn’t matter. I’ve learned to love myself, and never again will i try falling onto that sparkly clean floor. Some of these parents who buy toys look at my price tag and expect the price to dissapear. Once last summer they even tried stuffing my legs into an animal print purse. That is not only offending, but I wish the store would have priced me a bit cheaper, not cause I am cheap, but possibly cause people aren’t that expensive?

We all woke up yesterday morning at opening time, when the doors creak open and the sun shines into my eyes. they are marble, with specks of green etched with a heart shaped marker. I am not a monster. Even though I know he is below me. His cries get to me, worse than my own. So do his sneezes from the dust falling onto his cheap price tag. One day i’ll wake to see him gone. That’ll be the moment I might feel hopeless. Oh one day i’ll ask him his name. Dear Mr. Monster whose tears fall, what might your name be? Want to take a vacation to the lonesliest shelf just to say goodnight? I am so desperate for attention, I have to give it first.

The nightmares are the worst. Once I even dreamed the store burnt to the ground and I had to be at the bottom of the dollar bin. When it is so boring at the top, take a look down, get over your fear of falling, and feel the warm embrace of somebody wearing flower print overalls. Afterall, we all deserve to be happy.

That is how Isabella found her new home, sleeping on a quilt since 1972.

Little girl: Good morning Isabella, I love you.

Isabella: I believe we are all good at heart.

Little girl: Good night Isabella, you are my best friend.

Isabella: This makes me happy, to be accepted as a spider.

even spiders have a right to take a shower =)

2008-05-04T18:01:00.000-07:00

We named you Fantasy.

To help her find strength with those words, that never quite become reality.
Its not that he found her, or she found him. If so, they’d be lost, losing all they had learned, with no inspiration to live for all they stood for.

Being lost, would feel like one more day suffocating with the what-ifs. Two more weeks, getting lost in thoughts just to feel alive. Three more months, feeling frustruated and stuck. While possibly, they’d both wake up, realizing it was all a pigment of a wild imagination. They were so afraid of let down, they won at losing.

The more time spent together, the deeper the connection seemed to get. She could tell everything in front of her was meant to be there. Experiencing such a relief, was really scary, which might have confused, for the better of now. There was no longer any fear building in the people. Just the person who thought thinking was the only way to feel. And feeling, was the only road that could take me to such a beautiful moment, full of you.

Days started to fly by, and the nights felt so long. Knowing he was dreaming his dreams, and she; dreaming hers, there was all reason to believe in you.

This is how he was found.
and still finding that...

You don’t have to sit in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
to hear those words
But to recite them, is where she was found.

to think, all for a spider.

Check back Soon...

2008-04-26T17:06:00.000-07:00

More pictures to come!

Outdoors.

2008-04-26T16:59:00.000-07:00

The rocks knew of our arrival to the Airport Vortex.

A single delicate flower in the middle of a desert.

Another view of a house and road from the Airport Vortex.

Closeup on my arm.

Sedona!

2008-04-26T16:49:00.000-07:00

Sedona was beautiful! The weather was warm with a cool breeze.

On the top of the mountain is a group of people, and walking up is a man with a dog. The rocks really were that red, even though I used more contrast.

What I'd love to know is how you can tell the gender of a raven. I'll search that!

On the road back to the Lodge. To the left of my Mom and Aunt is a Dumpster. The most beautiful dumpster decoration I have ever seen!

Mr. Raven decided to look out for scraps of food. I wonder if it was okay to feed them...

Looking down while hiking up the Airport Vortex, The zoom showed some unique houses seen in Arizona.

Christmas in March

2008-03-29T11:32:00.000-07:00

The weather around here changes more often than my nail-polish color.

This is a picture of the State Park last May. The sun was shining and the Duck wasn't snow covered.

This above picture was taken exactly a week before the next one you'll see. Amazing how the weather goes from Hot to Cold so quickly.

Quack!

My Grandma is so Beautiful. =)

2008-03-05T19:57:00.000-08:00

This is my Grandma.

When the going gets tough, Get Writing.

2008-03-01T00:09:00.000-08:00

a fair warning!! The punctuation and grammar might not be perfect, but neither am i. So just don't correct it. please and thank-you!

Pineapple Welcome Signs, that watch over my heart.

My mother is wonderful. This goes out to anybody who wants a caring friend, a loving conversation full of spunk and character, but don't mess with her, shes mine. I guess if you really want somebody to look up to, you can share her with me. She sure helps me on the rough days, and makes even the gloomiest days brighten. Her smile is infectious (in a good way), and i don't know anybody who is as lively as her. Considering she goes through so much, she stays beautiful, ALWAYS. The stress of being a loving wife, mother, and guardian to so many people,

that don't always have respect for the great things she does.
&& those people just don't know how to be friends with themselves.
Her Inner friendship with herself shows through her everyday battles with waking up early, being sick, driving around, and even watching the newest television shows. She is by no means a boring woman, which brings me to reason, "seventy five thousand six hundred millionth of a second that goes on for hours and hours, days, months, years, centuries, and forever in my heart even until the day dinosaurs roam the earth again." Woah, that was a lot.

She is so smart, and that definitely was passed down to me, and my awesomely amazing brother who by the way, is the nicest guy you'll meet. Usually hes even nicer than I am, but thats a good thing, hes bold in other ways. the reason i say that is, i know how great of a parent she is, and if i was dumb i wouldn't be able to see that. She taught my brother and I so many great lessons in life, and still is. Not one moment goes by where I take her for granted. Hopefully the actions I make don't affect her negatively, and the second they do, a part of me has failed. Yet with her, we never fail. Our imperfections make us her little kids, and we'll always be. she is one of a kind. Nobody, not even a famous movie star could take her place. Here are some of the MANY reasons why she is the best mommy in the world:

1) She dances and sings to songs that I don't even know.
2) She makes really good spaghetti especially, and always cooks the foods we love, even though shes allergic to everything on the planet that tastes good enough to eat.
3) She is "competent" according to various people, all of whom she loves, or barely knows. That is a lot.
4) She makes me breakfast and refuses to make me wait outside by myself, or in the pouring rain without an umbrella. its the rainy state for goodness sake. oh, and that reminds me... she loves to make goofy rhymes. ANOTHER great gene she passed onto me.
5) Her 23 chromosomes she passed on, really helped me out as of now, because I have good health, and my 46 chromosomes are all in place, even if i do need to take medication sometimes to calm me down. no matter what, i'll always love the fact she listens to me when i tell her i love science class.
6) This lady, yes allergic to cats, even though she loves all three with her whole heart, plus when they are needing inside, she willingly wakes up and lets those losers in. and she understands the humor in calling ourselves losers, since we know there is nothing wrong with us. We are a cool bunch of "humans."
7) Shopping with my mom is always fun, even though her and i clash on outfits and what looks best. She has a vibrant personality that nobody compares to. Even when she is sitting down and saying, "You better brush my hair or I'll be sad." She knows how to guilt me, but in a loving way, out of kindess. She deserves the best, and if only i could be sweet all the time, and not argue.
8) I can talk about my life with her, and sometimes she bothers me with her answers, but thats to be expected, and we always get through the struggles by talking it out later on. Sometimes i get really sad and mad with things, and i don't express myself the best, even though i have the best role model there is.
9) My mom, has so much passion for crafting, she dreams about beading necklaces i'm sure, and gets super stoked when the mail shows up with her crafting prize she won in a recent contest.
10) Another reason my mom is the best, is because she loves me and my brother extremely extremely a lot, and doesn't treat us like we are mess-ups. Never before have I seen my mom ever hurt me, emotionally, physically, or mentally.

You taught us both right from wrong.
How to tie our shoes, although we never
mastered the double knot
The rabbit went around the loop
and the basketball went in the hoop
never once did we miss a show
like barney, saved by the bell, or
how to build a snowman
in the snow

shy and timid, sweet and kind
always home on time, missed you
when we stayed at a friends
called home even when
we could have stayed in a tent

our love for you is better than gold
money means nothing because
i have your hand to hold
through the death, and the living
of the strange and empty light
follow me home
i'll always come back with delight.

you don't do wrong, your always right
no matter what happens, you'll stay
forever and always though the thick and thin
of holidays and the dinners spent away
for cats sprawled across the newspaper
that'll have my face printed
and in the credits will be your name..

under the word,

inspiration.

BLACKBIRD SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
SPREAD THESE BROKEN WINGS, AND LEARN TO FLY.
WE'VE BEEN WAITING ALL OUR LIFE FOR THIS
MOMENT TO ARISE.

I love you!!!!

-your daughter.
Kt.

Sincerely.

2008-02-20T15:38:00.000-08:00

Here is photography I have taken. I enjoy capturing moments that would otherwise be forgotten.

The above picture was taken at a local beach. It is very beautiful, and reminds me of evolution over time.

The below picture is from the perspective of a duck. (look very closely in the upper left hand corner.)

Look above, oh so lovely. Car trips are wonderful opportunities to discover beauty in overlooked aspects of life. The telephone wires even catch my attention, in a way I thought they never would.

A simple tree, caught my eye last May, just before sunset overlooking the bay.

Carousel pictures are a lot of fun to take, because being quick is key to the lights shining and focusing on the blurred children riding the horses.

The summer brings many interesting creatures. This guy wasn't so fortunate. Little does he know, my kitty Scratch had a great treat.

During the last heavy snowfall, kitten footprints were spotted outside the front door.