please tell me you're wearing that shirt because someone has to spot you from space.

the rest is just whenever.

journey (the band) rocks socks.

i like the beach.

hope your memorial day was peachy :)

muchlove,

naomiwaomi.

everytime/

stopsmytrainofthoughtandmakesmehitreplayandjustsitupandlistentothebeauty.everytime.

and i dont write.

i just listen.

my piano.

has 104 keys.

includes a.b.c.d.e.f.g, as well as z and q and o.

never varies in tone.

i am a great proficient at.

no pedal.

as 1 2 and 3.

it plays, with the flow of the real piano, and speeds with the beat and slows with it.
it's not hard to play.
but i play it,
and i do it better than most.
and it likes real piano music.

while i make my own.

<3naomiwa

sickness.

it creates a weird quiet in me.

with my sick throat, and my inability to speak without an ouchouch.

and a plugged ear.

and all i want, is quietmusic.

so, this quiet feeling created wants in me:

a) writing. i can. but it makes me tired.

b) a model who wouldn't mind acting dead. this idea made me laugh. then think of how awesomely awesome it would be.

i was reading laurie halse anderson and composed this idea.

i multitask occasionally.

c) film. the ability to have control over my focus is such awesome. the not having money. not so much.

d) care free timelessness. that was a lot of "s's." but, i care. thus, no carefree timeless ness.

e) more walter dean myers. his writing is real, and true, and tells everything.

sometimes, sports players (like myself) say to leave it all on the field (or court).

w.d.m leaves it all on the page.

i want to do t h a t.

naomi.

adventure.

he bikes.

i run.

it's just my adventure at first, the quest to find somehting i've never seen before.

i run my fingers over the map of the trails, finding it, realizing a destination.

i stretch the tight out of my muscles with jim brickman, and we start to run together.

i pass them as i go, josh groban, taylor swift, michael buble, brand new, coldplay. they wave and pass by.

i run at a normal pace, my breath catching occasionally.

i take a wrong turn. and end up in another parking lot.

he stands, with his little brother curriosity at the parking lot, and looks around the lot on his bike.

i stop in front of the kiosk, with it's map.

i've taken a sharp left.

he asks.
i tell.
we figure out where to go next, and i start back up through the miniforest, up steep hills that his little brother legs can't get all the way up.

so when i emerge from the fragrant place, i wait.

and do crunches.

he comes, and i point to where we should go next.

he starts ahead, i follow.

i run hard, to keep up, and am surprised at my energy.

we sludge through a muddy part of the dirt trail and make it back onto the boardwalk.

i see it.

we do a full circle of my adventure, and end up on a small platform, hanging into the water.

i smile, at the sight of what i was trying to find.

my breathing is ragged, and i have a cramp in my side.

but i made it.

i slump onto a bench and he asks me if this is all i wanted to find.

this skating pond, not frozen, with little algae.

i nod.

what! he says, you can get here from the main path!
i laugh.

filmtastic.

oh. yeah. they rock.

there are more.

<3naomiwaomi

happy.

not generic.

just happy.

the world needs

more happy

pure

 songs.

happy songs.

make for happy people.

happy people make for

a happy world.

imagine.

that.

Come Lay 'Em Down

Well,

i don't quite remember what brought me to this conclusion.

but i've reached it.

these are a few of my favourite things. <3

I'm not alive if I'm lonely, so...♪♫

Aha! i finally finished my 365 blog! like  yay! as i said, i'll probably keep updating it as a photography blog and stuff :)

oh, and i totally felt productive about today. i dont even know why. i didnt do any school. i still havent finished cleaning my room (this has been like a week long project. f a i l). and my bulletin board is still on the ground.

thats just how it is, i guess.

anyhizzle.

i hadmountaindewimnotverytiredsoiamgoingtowritesome.

thats how we rock it.

<3naomi

tonight.

i wonder which is less of an annoyance.

the croaking of our Oakland frogs in the marsh,

or the tapping noise my fan makes on any speed above low.

i'll take nature, and a pillow to cover it please.

writing=yesyesyes im glad i started over :)

photography=fail. i need to get me some filmed developed, a 365 blog to finish, and just clean em all up.

a r g.

summer, come fast, so i dont feel so bad about not doing enough school work XP

<3naomi

bring all your troubles.

blogging always helps me think.

always.

so i am thinking about:

writing it over. i only had nine pages anyhow.

alright, but how do we get back on track?

my room is kind of a mess.

thats how i rock it out.

film needs to get developed.

how do i want my characters to be portraited? and then how do i keep them that way?

s i g h.

i don't like the sharks. at all.

:(

naomi

The Writer In Me...

will crumple it up and write it again.

loves her some canadians (this doesn't include sidney crosby).

is an enormous red wings fan, which doesn't help.

*crumpling*

*waiting til tonight to write it again*