B-sides the point

Time to unclog the drain. I present to you my blog post junkyard; unfortunate entries that didn't make it past the creative process. Unedited, uncensored, uncircumcised, and unposted, until now...my b-sides:

5/20/08
Dear God, thank you for this wonderful day. Help me have no bad dreams, no Jaws dreams. Bless the food that we eat and enstrength our bodies. Bless mommy, daddy, peter, natalie, me, and everyone else in the world. In your prayer, amen.
I haven't said these words, in my head or out loud, in years...at least six or seven.
This is the prayer i'd repeat every night before sleep. Mom created the base of the prayer and, every night, my sister would inject "Jaws dreams" at the mentioning of bad dreams (probably because my grandma would let us choose whichever VHS we wanted when we spent the night...sick, sick woman.) I thought the prayer was magic. It was like a nightly incantation we'd all chant in unison to ward away the bad omens. I never really took to organized religion...sorry mom.

5/20/08
People that have taken me six years to befriend:

Albot.Liz.Jimmy.Leah.Alyssa.Andrew.Michael Hsiao.Kristen.Dhivya.Melanie.
And now they're gone...can't wait until i see each one, perhaps at the same hangout? haha...maybe.

9/23/08
if attractive people can find flaws with their appearances, what are the rest of us gonna do?
Self-conscious and shallow for two hundred, Trebec. This one is awkward. I remember writing this after a gym outing with Ramin...he was commenting on his physical flaws, and the whole time i was stabbing him with telepathic knives...blunt ones.

10/31/08

My shitty paper recieved an A-...shut up.

It made my day. And i had an awesome day, besides the paper. I saw Role Models with theresa, which was hilarious in its own david wain way, and i finally washed my filthy car. But then the sun went down, my tired thoughts wandered, and i decided to choke the joy out of my day. It's a nightly chore, to wring out the day's events in my mind like a dirt-soaked rag. I'm dry now.

I am particularly drained by my inability to enjoy anything. I dont really do anything except write. I am a collection of words, not experiences. I'm done talking
Yeah, and i'm done writing this post (no period here...because i'm just that over it)