TerribleAngels , 23

I started to write this poem last night while a little drunk, it came to me walking home in a light lovely rain. It's not really done, but yeah.

i imagine each raindrop full of promise atoms split and swelling my skin from noble origin; good mothers, strong sisters, great and wild beasts, creatures moving headstrong into the dark unafraid of the unkown unlike me
who domesticated and made me timid?
languishing among old toyotas and broken boxsprings until that perfect piece of sky blue sky lifts me away from my brain and my worn down shoes and all organic trivialities get swallowed by something more immense than can be described with little words on page

Thursday I woke up with a mild hangover, walked my little brother to school, came home and listened to music for a while. I'm beginning to really dig old blues and rockabilly, but I still end up listening to Arcade Fire or Martha Wainwright on my mp3 player so I donno. My dad has tons of old blues vinyls I want to rip. Anyway, later I met up with a friend and we took some klonopin and made up a sort of I Spy game to play at Wal-Mart, so we went and played a while. At midnight she got to cash her check so we blew money on shit we mostly didn't need. She bought me a multi-functional stuffed frog: cute companion, pillow, & panic attack remedy. We also got a betta fish and named him Abletooth but realized it was too hard and long to remember, so he is now called Spike. I've never owned a fish personally so I don't really understand them or their purpose. He seems to stare at us intently like he wants to fight us, but I don't really know. Do fish feel things like boredom and loss? I just don't know. I ended up just sleeping over there since I already had my fuzzy sleepytime pants and my security frog. I slept for nearly ten hours and the sun was shining when I woke up (an unlikely pleasure in February). We briefly went to the mall and bought my friend's mother a gift and ran into another friend who we had a smoke break with and then bid adieu. Rode the bus back home and ran into this girl, an acquaintance through another friend, who I would rather have never met again. Maybe it's because I didn't go to highschool or maybe I'm just an old codger in recent years but young teenagers generally give me an urge to punch them in the teeth. The first time I met her all she could talk about was stealing benadril from her mother's medicine cabinet and snorting them, LOL.  Thankfully she got the hint and didn't try to sustain conversation too long. Ate a bunch of food and am now already sleepy at 9 PM.

I'm not really sure what people usually write in their "blogs"; I'm just considering this my personal kinda diary thing. Maybe sometimes I'll post poetry or stream of consciouscness BS but mostly it'll probably be boring entries about my days. :)