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[13 May 2012|10:24am] |
I'm sure my students know the drill. If you can manage the horrendous and nigh impossible task of getting sober enough to study - God knows I never fucking did - please do because if you fail to deliver, then I will fail you.
Also, know that in the very likely event that I will have to fail some of you, each and every one of your failures is a punch in the face to the medical malpractice lawyers. So, really, no tears and appeals - you've done the medical world a great service by not being in it.
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[13 May 2012|10:39am] |
Happy Mother's Day to all of the mothers (be it past or present) here!
[Private]
That's it. I haven't any more to say, as I haven't been able to enjoy a single Mother's Day in this lifetime. No mother of my own, no child--I am jealous of all the mother's here. If I ever learned that any of them were ungrateful I would not find kindness left in my heart for them.
Equally. It is on this horrid days I do miss her. Or, rather, the idea of her.
[Filter: James]
Might I bother you for that celebratory drink now?
Though less celebratory and more pitifully.
[ooc; Anyone who encounters Marilyn will find that she is notably rundown, irritable, listless and sorely lacking the usual glimmer in her eyes. She isn't as well put-together as she normally is, possibly wearing the same outfit from the day before, she's messily thrown her hair up and seems to force all her smiles. And no, she will not want to talk about it. Rather she'll try to slide it off as exhaustion, tiring distraction; should you press on she will quite sharply urge you to leave it be.]
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[13 May 2012|11:51am] |
Beginning Acting: Don't forget, there will be mock auditions tomorrow. Do not show up unprepared or I will be forced to make a fool of you.
[Filter: Paxton]
Call mom.
[Filter: Paxton & Nicholaus Wolf]
Dinner sometime soon?
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[13 May 2012|12:40pm] |
I talked to my mom today. She is fine. Her finals are over and graded. Lucky. She told me she's taking the summer off. Her and my dad are going to Europe to do some research on folk takes. Sounds like... I don't know. If I ever make my way over to Europe, the last thing I'm going to be doing is research. One of my sisters is visiting, along with her family, so they're going out to dinner. Which is nice, because all I sent her was a card and a promise to buy her something nice when I see her. Then she started talking my love life and that whole when am I going to get grandchildren from you talk. My mom has five grandchildren and one on the way. You'd think that'd be enough for now. Or ever. Because who sees me with children? I could always have her meet Hedone? If I ever find her.
Now, all of this would be fine. But. Roses. Everywhere. Which caused me to break down seek advice from my mother. Which shouldn't have happened. It's her day. Not mine. Plus, she needed to spend time with the family that was there. Besides, I don't think she completely understood my dilemma.
[Private]
Once again, I'm the punchline to some sick joke. I usually like all the weird occurrences, but this time it's just cruel. Red roses. A symbol of love. Of a love I don't have. Of a love... Why now? I shouldn't have put it off. But I didn't want to deal with it, I guess. No, I know.
And what's so wrong with thinking through your replies? She knows how I can be. She's been around, watching me fly off the handle because of ---, but why should I fly off the handle with her? How's that going to make anything better?
I have to stop thinking about this, about her, and start thinking about studying.
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[13 May 2012|12:49pm] |
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I miss my mum, and I don't rightly care who knows.
...and yes, I mean both the woman who brought me into the world this time around, and the woman who did originally. Both are extraordinary women, far better than the men who contributed to my creation.
[and no, no mention will be made of the clover.]
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[13 May 2012|02:05pm] |
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[Upon waking up, Eve called her mother to make sure she'd received the gift basket that Eve had sent her. Then she set about preparing a small feast. While her thoughts did turn to her two boys she was neither expecting anything nor in need of their acknowledgement. This would be her first mothers' day as an actual mother, and it was enough for her.]
To any of the mothers (or former mothers) living in the dorms -- I've prepared a brunch of sorts, so please come partake. Of course, anyone is welcome to enjoy, but the intent was to celebrate the women who helped bring us into the world.
I'll admit, I'm not sure if the eggs in avocados are my favorite, or the vegan crepes.
Regardless, there's quite a bit.
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[13 May 2012|03:16pm] |
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It's a lovely day, I hope everyone takes advantage and gets outside for a bit.
[filter; byron, jocelyn, kaden]
Call mother, she's waiting to hear from you.
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[13 May 2012|03:27pm] |
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Mother's day isn't celebrated at the same time back home. It falls on the Fourth Sunday of Lent. I'm not sure how America randomly picked their day.
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[13 May 2012|03:40pm] |
God knows where my biological mother is. And even if she were around I don't exactly see her as deserving of anything.
However, I called my grandmother. Tried to make conversation quick, but it's not exactly possible with that woman.
[Riley]
I got you a present. It's on your nightstand.
And... I need your help figuring out why there's a flower attached to my head. I hate wearing hats.
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[13 May 2012|05:19pm] |
( throwing a temper tantrum like he's two )
Fuck today. Fuck mothers. Fuck this stupid bullshit about having to do anything.
AND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
My hair. My arms.
I think I'm going to go burn down an art studio or store break something.
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[13 May 2012|05:56pm] |
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my mother was a whore.
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[13 May 2012|06:05pm] |
[Laura woke up to a room filled with sunflowers. As strange as it was, she embraced it. Sunflowers were on the top of a long list of favorite flowers. It added color to her room, made her smile more than usual. Then she stepped into the bathroom to find one of the flowers growing from her head like some strange Dr. Seuss character. After a few attempts of pulling it out, something that hurt more than she could have possibly imagine, Laura decided to just own it and went on with her morning routine.
After breakfast, she called her mother to ask if she got the gift and the card. Then they talked about everything and anything, trying to avoid the one dark cloud on the otherwise great day. It wasn't the first Mother's Day without him, but it was the first one where she wasn't going to be able to visit and place a few flowers next to his small gravestone. Milestones like these were always hard.
When they were finished, Laura took a photograph from her dresser and zigzagged through the sunflowers to sit on her bed. The photograph was framed in simple black, the colors coming from the green and white striped clothing and the circus animal blanket behind him. This was the only picture of her child she brought with her. It wasn't to be cruel or try to forget the past. She just knew she would keep pulling the rest of them out, agonizing over every moment, kicking herself for not realizing something was wrong until it was too late. The baby boy surrounded by the colors stared back up at her with his big blue eyes, his lips turned upward, an almost smirk that reminded her of his father. He looked happy to see her. As always. She smiled back, brushing the non-existent dust from his face with her thumb.
It was there she sat for a while, remembering Michael and wondering if Demeter's children were around or if they were even born yet and if they'd want to be a part of her life.]
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[13 May 2012|08:22pm] |
Wrote my mom a song and recorded me smashing it out for her. Probably could have just used something already made, but I couldn't find anything that I thought was worthy of her. My mom is one bitchin' lady.
On the note of music, however.
I bought another guitar. Now, I know I don't need one (not by any stretch of the mile), but it was just so beautiful. I had gone into the store for new strings and I found myself browsing their stock. Someone should probably accompany me at all times next time, though. I was barely able to control the impulses and nearly bought four. Actually, they didn't have the guitar I bought, but discussing one lead to talking about another and the store owner was kind enough to call in a special order for me.
I picked her up last night. I was too tired to give her a proper 'hello', but now I'm ripe and ready to take her on.
I'm going to break in this new beauty (I've named her Ipo, she's gorgeous) by playing through some Mattias IA Eklundh songs. (For those of you unaware of who he is: drop what you're doing immediately and look him up. Stands somewhere between Mario music and metal. The man is a genius and hilarious all wrapped into one beautiful, musical package.) Considering the choice I've made in breaking Ipo in, anyone care to take a guess what guitar I bought?
Hint. She's expensive. I will never eat again. (That's not much of a hint, is it? So, how about this:) Caparison made, TT.
[Private]
Damn, mama, I miss you.
I wish you could see these sunflowers. I'm growing sunflowers.
This place is weird.
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[13 May 2012|09:30pm] |
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( hate me for all the things i didn't do for you~ )
My baby boy said everything that needed to be said about our mother, so I won't elaborate. Instead, how fucked up are these flowers? I looked mine up, and apparently amaryllis symbolizes pride, determination and radiant beauty. Can't complain about that -- two out of three ain't bad.
Oh, I wrote a new poem. I think it's my best one to date.
( Storm Clouds )
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[13 May 2012|09:36pm] |
I don't like this. There's calluna vulgaris in my hair, on my shoes, in my books.
Is this normal? Will I ever be able to read again? I don't really care about my hair, especially since yanking it out just hurts. Every single time.
Since it's customary and polite: Happy Mother's Day to any and all mothers reading this. My mom's all I have and she's convinced I'm schizophrenic and she's a real tribute to strength, veracity, and ambition. I don't remember much of my mother from before. Only that I didn't like her.
[Filtered to Professor Griggs]
Apologies, ma'am. Is it still possible to acquire a seat in one of your classes? I missed the cut-off.
[Filtered to Professor Jacobson]
Apologies, sir. I was referred to you by two students in regards to establishing an animal rights club. If I could have a moment of your time, I'd like your input. Sir.
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[13 May 2012|09:36pm] |
I haven't given anything to my mother since I was in kindergarten and thought she still cared. I haven't spoken to her since I was ⑼/⒑ I haven't seen her since I was ⑬. I wasn't a mother before. This is another worthless "h⓪l!d@y".
One of the kids at the women's shelter in town drew me a picture. I don't know what to do with it.
This has taken a long time to write because of the flowers. And more are coming up on the keyboard. Everywhere. This isn't my computer. They are kind of nice. ☺ Dark purple, black sort of things. I guess it makes sense.
I was asked out on a date. I think it's a different sort of date. I think I'm supposed to look nice. How do I look nice?
[Filtered from Legion]
For a date this is stupid am I supposed to I should be studying dress up? Even if it's I can't believe just a simple dinner & movie? I feel like an idiot.
[Filtered to Riley]
You're kind of sort of used to be my mother. So... Happy Mother's Day. There. I did it. Do you want a flower? I have a few. They grow back. Maybe it's not a worthless holiday?
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[13 May 2012|09:42pm] |
Saw someone around the lake with tulips growing out of his ears. It kind of made my skin crawl.
I would post about my mother, but I have a feeling people would have nasty and sarcastic things.
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[13 May 2012|09:46pm] |
A weird thing happened this morning. When I stepped out of the shower, there were flowers beneath my feet and basically in the whole bathroom. I made a few steps and the damn flowers kept ~following~ me. Seriously, if anybody has something to do with that: stop it! I smell like a goddamn flower field!
[Filter: Zelus]
Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? I bet Mom would be very happy to see you.
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[13 May 2012|09:56pm] |
I AM A SEA GOD, NOT A WOOLDAND NYMPH. WHAT FOUL JOKE IS THIS, LOKI?!!!!??
Or any other trickers, I guess. Hey, Muddy Water peeps, don't expect me in. I've come down with some floral arrangement illness. I'm not sure if I should do the Candida yeast diet to get rid of my purple budding blanket of fauna or, well, pluck a lot of bouquets for people. Considering it JUST COMES BACK, WHAT IS THIS SHIT, I'm going to make some bokays.
I look like Swamp Thing, but colorful. Or a backyard Cookie Monster. No, no, wait, I've got it, I'm ECOLOGICAL SASQUATCH!
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[13 May 2012|10:00pm] |
When ever I grumble about having to buy two gifts for Mother's Day, I just remind myself that I save money with not having to deal with Father's Day.
Turned an application in at a piano bar. Hopefully I'll get a call because I have a suspicion drunk people tip well for piano renditions of stupid pop songs.
I'm really glad I don't have environmental allergies right now.
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[13 May 2012|10:11pm] |
Having my flower be forget-me-not really is a cruel joke.
Holidays are always hard when you have an ill parent.
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[13 May 2012|10:39pm] |
( not much of a mother's day without a mother )
Barrel launching went off without a hitch today, thanks to all of the student participants and our substantial audience. I appreciated the enthusiasm as well as the good behavior. Maybe we'll think of something just as exciting for the end of summer classes, hm?
[Filtered to Grace]
Happy Mother's Day, Grace. Hope you and the boys had a great evening.
[Filtered to Janie]
Looks like we're having another school-wide event. You worried about roses popping up on your slabs? I know it's making me nervous about how my lab is going to look tomorrow morning.
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