Winged Victory of Samothrace
Cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in these walls.
Dreaming of standing on the wide, white marble staircase.
Staring at the magnificent beauty beheld by the wingspan of the ruined Nike, destroyed by nature.
With grace and poise she descended into the depths forced by the quaking earth.
Far from where she once stood proud announcing the victory of the Rhodians on a mountain top over looking the seas.
Now, much like myself, she stands confined within the four protective walls of and ancient castle.
Cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in these walls she will remain, until they crumble around her.

*cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in-macbeth reference

my life in a nutshell

i got my stitches stitched i got my fixes fixed and in my aching head i got my kisses slipped our gossip lips stuttered every word i said i said i got your love letters corrected the grammar and sent them back it's true romance is dead i shot it in the chest and in the head and if you want to go down in history then i'm your friend cause they've got me in a bet where i never seen a heart i couldn't break it was never about the songs it was competition make the biggest scene make the biggest which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances
i'm casualty-obsessed and i've forgiven death i am indifferent yet i'm a total wreck i'm every cliché but i simply do it best and if you want to go down in history then i'm your friend cause they've got me in a bet where in i never seen a heart i couldn't break it was never about the songs it was competition make the biggest scene make the biggest which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances i went to sleep a poet and i woke up a fraud to calm your nerves i'm feeling for my clothes in the dark which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chances which came first the music or the misery we're high-fashioned we're last chance.

i don't exactly know what i was thinking when i got dress this morning other than to look an absolute mess. trendy was never my style. i ended up with sandblasted boyfriend jeans from american eagle, a purple tie-dye deep v-neck from nollie, converse and a vintage grey blazer. i don't know what i was thinking but i will look amazing tomorrow for sure. i'll be sure to post pics of the train wreck that is today's outfit and tomorrow's fab outfit.


lately i've been wishin' that the television set would show me more than just a picture of things i've grown to detest.

i haven't written since june because work at girl scout camp consumed my life this summer. and this is going to be the quickest and shortest entry known to man, as i have drama in 10 minutes. i'm never going to complain about not having tests ever again because then i get three tests on the same day. statistics(moderate), world music(easy), history and literature of western music (wtf?). but they're over now, thank god, i don't know what to do with my life now that those test are out of the way and i don't have voice lessons tomorrow (but i still might do some ab work and breathing exercises.) i'm going absolutely crazy because...let's just say i need somethings taken care of. so desperate for it i almost considered calling that boy for some sort of rendezvous. lol but as usually there's a girlfriend in the way... fml. really looking foward to this weekend. friday- zombieland with some friends, maybe this ridiculous black light party. saturday- maybe apple picking with thetas. sunday- BLINK-182, FALL OUT BOY and ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS. looks like fun!

want to do your part?
do the right thing and visit the website.

http://www.invisiblechildren.com/

♥ juliet

Peengate '07-must read

http://pluginxbaby.livejournal.com/19396.html

We've all done it at least once. i don't exactly know how it started. maybe it's because of the song by The All-American Rejects. Okay, now i'm really curious. Wikipedia that shit... okay so it says, "Numerologists believe that events linked to the time 11:11 appear more often than chance or coincidence." it seems as though everyone and their mother makes a wish at 11:11 pm. have any of these wishes ever come true? i know mine never have. i always make the same wish although recently i've changed it up a bit so i'm hoping for the best. what do you you wish for at 11:11pm (past wishes, not present. cause everyone knows wishes don't come true if you say tell people)?

So tonight, i'm just sitting at home on my new fabulous couch watching Slumdog Millionaire when one of my very good friends calls. she asks how's life, school, etc. and it sounded like she was crying but we just had a normal conversation until she says, "i got transported today" and i'm think maybe a different dorm or something along those lines. then she proceeds to tell me that she got transported to the hospital and was on an IV for 5 hours because she drank too much. 11 drinks in under 2 hours. a few shots then a case race. i'm not mentioning names for obvious reasons but this is the type of girl that drinks. she such a good kid. it always happens to the good kids. it's always the good kids that take one sip of kahlua and fall out of a window. luckily, she's fine, just a little shaken up and still has to tell her parents.

DRINK RESPONSIBLY

♥ juliet

so, i've been trying to let go of the past and look toward the future. and i'll admit i'm crushing a bit and i may be trying a little to hard but i'm not giving up... but i will never be desperate enough to use these lines...

♥ good thing i brought my library card, cause i'm checkin' you out.
♥ did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?
♥ slow down sugar because i'm a diabetic.
♥ baby did you fart? because you just blew me away.
♥ if you were a burger at mcdonald's you'd be mcgorgeous.
♥ if i could rearrange the alphabet, i'd put "u" and "i" together.
♥ you better know cpr because i think you just took my breath away.
♥ do you have a map because i keep getting lost in your eyes.
♥ i lost my number. can i have yours?
♥ there must be a keg in your pants because i'd tap that ass.
♥ you must be a parking ticket because you've got fine written all over you.
♥ hey, does this rag smell like chloroform to you. (uhh, date rape much?)
♥ do you have a mirror in your pants because i can see myself in them.
♥ save water. shower with me.
♥ damn, i'm glad i'm not blind.
♥ fuck me if i'm wrong, but is your name gertrude?
♥ do you do karate because you are kickin'.
♥ are you from tennessee because you're the only ten i see.
♥ hey baby, you've got something on your butt. my eyes.
♥ let me sit on your lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up.




♥ juliet

Feburary 1st, 2008

“Misery loves death”
If misery loves company then why am I always alone.
Alone should be bliss, not boring.
I walk alone in an attempt to make some sense of the cloudy thoughts.
Never does me any good.
Every time I go for walks, I end up think of you.
I hate the fact that she got you and not me.
But as the song says “I waited eight long months, she finally set him free”.
It’s what I wanted or is it?
Maybe alone isn’t that bad after all.
I’ve had intense writers block for the past few months.
Not being able to write I like not being able to breathe.
No pen to the paper, no fingertips to tiny square keys:
Guess this stream of consciousness is a step up.
I saw my love today.
He was on the big screen looking down at me and no one else.
I’m sure he’ll never break my heart like you did.
Maybe we aren’t supposed to or maybe it just takes some time.
This live is overrated; old habits die hard.
Nothing lasts, so what’s the point?
I alive, but have not lived.
For all intensive purposes,
I am dead.



♥ juliet

August 28th, 2008

so i'm completely stupid, i went and fell in love with him again but after a series of unfortunate events i'm totally done with him forever. however, i have tickets to rent for sautrday night and my birthday is coming up.



2 days till RENT.
19 days till my birthday
1 week till he's gone from my life.



♥ juliet

January 28th, 2008

What makes her beautiful?
A pretty face.
It’s not enough.
Being humble.
She’ll be crushed.
A brilliant, vibrant personality.
She needs more.
A strong presence.
The runway,
Can be a walk of shame
Or a walk of pride.
Only the strong survive.



♥ juliet

January 28th, 2008

As the clouds roll over the harbor of Sainte Adress.
A young couple looks out toward the sea.
As new spring flowers blossom,
They stretch their petals toward the sky.
They blossom like young love.
An older gentleman and his wife rest in wicker chairs
Observing the two lovers across the way,
Reminding them of their younger years.
In the distance ships set sail for their journeys on the open sea.
As the clouds roller over the harbor of Sainte Adress.



♥ juliet

January 28th, 2008

To be a ghost.
To be a fly on the wall.
To be a sheet of paper in a notebook.
The boy in the green,
Sits quietly on the edge of his seat.
His pen is the barrel of the gun,
He tries to decide which side she should be on.
He aims at me, the paper on his desk
And fires a shot at her.
Sharing a secret that only I know.



♥ juliet

December 10th, 2007

i've always done what i though was right for me. i mean, it's not like i'm one of those people who says to themselves, "i'm going to try to different and original and set myself apart from the crowd." it's just always to work out for me that way and that makes my happy, i don't want to be like everyone else. but it's not like i'm so set on being different i can't be myself, or just happen to like things "the crowd" likes. that last sentence doesn't even make sense to me, what i'm getting at is that it's not like i would refuse to wear something from american eagle because that would make me like everyone else, and it's not like i would trench coat every day to prove to people that i'm 'original'.

something that bugs me is that when i discover something like a band, it seems like i have it to myself for awhile until other people start getting wind of them i get jealous. i start acting like some is trying to steal my boyfriend or something... but than i have to remind myself that their music was sent out into the world to be heard by the masses.(wtf) so in 9th grade when people started saying, "oh my god, i found this new band Fall Out Boy. Have you heard them?" and i was like "ummm have you listen to anything i said in the past 4 FUCKING years." and it absolute drives me up the wall when i say, "i love them." and someone is like, "not as much as i do, i know all their songs from both of their albums, i've loved them since when they started back in 2004." and i say, "first, of all they started in 2001, they have 7 albums including ep's, i know all their song including demos, albums, ep's, and special recordings, so bite me!" i hate when people talk about things they have know idea about.



♥ juliet

June 19th, 2007
I miss you my ninjas
dear mom,
camp is great.
i met alot of new friends but i am really homesick....
buffalo to arkansas to albany - via planes, trains and automobiles.
this is out on tour. currently it smells like my bestfriend and makes me not feel alone. this summer is gonna be our summer.



♥ juliet

June 14th, 2007

tonight the air is cool and crisp. this night reminds me of the chilly summer nights at camp. sitting down by lake writing in my journal, deep in thought. it's you, your the one i can't get out of my mind. crawling into bed around one a.m., it's an early night. my tent mates, the girls i've grown up with, still conversing about the lovers that they've left behind in their boring hometown to pine for them. i lay on my bed silently because i'm unable to contribute to this conversation. it is something out of crappy teen novel, where girls gossip about 'lover's bliss'. it makes me want to be sick. as the noise dies down, a chilly wind passes through the tent it seems to quiet the voices. finally. sleep. the thing i have waited twelve months for. waking in the middle of the night i hear the music i fell asleep to,the music that reminds me of you. i lay their crying because i can't help but think of you. i can't help but think of how right now, i'm so far away from you. i can't help but think that in a few short weeks, i can come home be with you. but that was just wishful thinking. then i think of how you still belong to her and not me. but tonight is tonight and i'm not alone at camp in the confines of my bug netting, but here in my room. and for the first time i can't help but think tonight you belong to no one and that maybe this summer you can belong to me.



♥ juliet

May 1st, 2007

i want nothing more than to hate you and not care anymore but i couldn't if i tried. boys really suck like super suck. the ones that really suck, like majorly (not a word i know) suck,are the ones that are sweet,the ones that whisper in your ear, make you laugh, make you giggle(even though you laugh at girls like that)make you smile, seem sincere, tell you everything you want to hear, but turns out they already have someone they are leading you on so they can crush you, just for fun. just to have a good laugh. just to know that they have power. just to make them feel good about themselves. guys like that should be careful not all the girls you hurt are the same, not everyone reacts the same. some get even. some are self- destructive. some feel numb. i don't feel any of those. the only thing i feel is stupid for ever believing you.

“Life isn’t about keeping score. It’s not about how many friends you have. Or how many people call you. Or how accepted or unaccepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend. Or if you’re alone. It isn’t about who your dating, who you used to date, who many people you’ve dated, or if you’ve never dated at all. It isn’t about who you have kissed. It’s not about sex. It isn’t about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you’re sent to school. It’s not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to. It’s not about the color of your hair. Or if you’re skin is too light or too dark. Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everyone else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. Or if this teacher likes you, or if this guy likes you. Or what clubs your in, or how good you are at a sport. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It’s about who you make happy or unhappy. It’s about keeping or betraying trust. It’s about friendship used as sanctity, or as a weapon. It’s about what you say and mean, maybe heart full, maybe heartening. It’s about starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip. It’s about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments are spread to. It’s about who you’ve ignored with full control and intention. It’s about jealousy, fear, pain, ignorance and revenge. It’s about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it. But most of all, it’s about using you life to touch or poison other people’s hearts, in such a way that could never have occurred alone. Only you choose the way these hearts are affected and those choices are what life is about…♥”



♥ juliet