Murard Tecsergyn

OH GOD!
I thought this thing would be dead!
Considering that most of my buddies who used to read this, including the ever loyal Darcy, have probably long given up on me it seems pointless to attempt blogging again.but just the same my life is full of pointlessness. (Pointlessness?)

I haven't yet gone back and looked at all the posts that have been collected here over the years by a MUCH younger (and stupider) sofia but i'm sure they are all equally cringe worthy, shallow, ridiculous posts that will make me regret the majority of my teenage years. Not to mention I was an even worse speller back that (if you can believe it possible) so there's probably typos up the whaa-zoo

I'm thinking it's been a good solid two years since my last meaty post...

I know I'm late on this but I didn't have time last night.

#40. Quote a song lyrics that sums up your year (2006):
"The universe is shaped exactly like the earth. If you go straight long enough you end up where you were."
-Modest mouse (3rd planet)

But when I think about it
It was really more than a fair trade
From that year to this.and Actually.
I wouldn't take it back if I could.
(Just because I have my pair of green eyes.)
I wouldn't trade for the world.

And when I really sit down and think about it
About the blue plastic methophor
of symboligy that keeps leading me
to the concluision that i might actually be
happy
in my bubble swirl of
last world
Lost causes New Texico
mexico
oh, no,
I might actually have found something worth replacing
Lexipro
for.

And when I really sit down and think about
the minute men
from 6 to ten
I find that pointlessness
to pointless
was an even trade.
That day in to day out
is still still a day
regaurdless of which state
line
I am watching the sun
rise and set from.

most of America eats a certain brand of pickle and doesn't even know why.

So she calmed down a little bit and took her foot out of her mouth. He said it was okay and she felt okay about that.

So I wake up and put on the same bra and t-shirt I was wearing yesterday, because regaurdless of what anyone says about change, my apparent aversion to doing laundry is permanent. (When did the whole world decided what defines a dirty t-shirt, limited, on use, one time only, clothing, throwing it into the laundry so the colors can fade. )

So I spend my first conscious hour of the day in the shower trying to wash the smell of boy sweat off my skin. Because, regardless of your possession of deodorant, you never seem to want to use it. And if I'm a little harsh today, does it really matter, if i just call it my independent change of apathy towards you and me. Because if change is really as necessary as everyone in the hallmark business says it is, how come the only thing you ever changed into was a jack ass.

They say that change is necessary to my independent part of vanity. I say they're full of it. Because I don't remember the last time I didn't wake up feeling like some mediocre writer's cliche character, in a novel that'll only sell 30 copies. So I spend the first 15 minutes of the day brushing my teeth to get the taste of inevitability out of my mouth, and the mirror is telling me that I have every right to be little bit hateful. Because if change is really as important as everyone in the class room says it is, then does it matter that today I am a cliche, and tomorrow I'm in college? So I put on the same jeans I've been wearing for the past week, because regardless of the apparent law that everything must change, my jeans still fit me the same way they did last Monday.

" You were no picnic.
you were not prize.
But you had just enough pathos to keep me
hypnotized."
-Ani DiFranco

"If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied. Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I will follow you into the dark."
-Death cab for cutie.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"They call them rogues, they travel fast and alone. (One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong). What they call love is a risk, to always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own.
-Brand New (Play Crack the sky)