hunger.

lately,
i am hungry. i just want to eat.
and eat.
and i dont feel full.
and it's not cause of anything bodily,
i think.
it may just be me, growing up.
but.
sometimes,
i think maybe, it's something
else.
something inside of me,
that is hungry for something else.
not food.
and i keep searching,
so this other something,
and i cant find it,
it seems.
i dont know what i need.
but i pray, i pray,
that ill find it.

plus, when i eat,
bad things happen,
like just now,
i spilled the popcorn i was eating on the floor.
ohmywordifail.
myroom.

eh.
naomi

i'll be up, up, and away.

we went-ed camping this weekend.
i shot film.
you know.
now i am writing like no other
because i made a promise,
to my friend anne,
that i would finish my chapter by friday O.O
time to listen to music.
i mean,
write.

naomi

things to do...

after this weekend which is going to insane.
-confession.
-lots of school.
- start running. again. a l o t.
(i was sick for a stretch of a few days and got out of my running habit. it's going to start up again.)

i feel suddenly worn out.
like the lightning that is happening outside
struck me
and took a l l of my energy.
sigh.
naomi

Letter to Myself.

Dear Naomi,
you do realize, that you're a junior,
right?
i mean, 'cause when you're a junior,
important things start happening.
you're like, supposed to start applying for COLLEGE
at the end of the year. you know that,
right?
cause you should probably really get down to business,
about ACTs and SATs,
cause that's how you get into a good college. for the record.
so,
even though you feel really young to be thinking about college,
start thinking about it.
work on your school more.
study more.
ingest more.

so yeah.
love,
yourself.

my photos moved.

to here.

xoxonaomi

SOOOOOOOOOLIKEEEEEEEEEEEEE....

againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn?

It can be 3:30 now.

i'm a big college football fan.
what.
naomi

I'll Never Take You Sailing!

musical's, AIDA and LND, for the first week of school.
what.
naomi

okayyyy.

well,
i'd like to say:
justbecauseyouhaveanappleproductdoesnotmakeyoubetterthaneveryoneelse.
just,
you know,
needed to get that off my chest.
enjoy the things you have,
just p l e a s e,
don't use them as a reason to look down on people.
naomi.

massacre me for this, but it's how i feel.

hullo.
here's the truth:
the narnia books are over-rated/
to me.
i mean, theyre enjoyable,
nice,
but not...
me, i guess?
or maybe i would have enjoyed them more,
if i was like ten again.
but after reading the first four books,
i have resolved that,
they are very kid-ish stories, and they are not incredible literature.
well written, sure. nice, sure.
not something...i dont know...heart stopping,
or crucial to my life.
something i n e e d to read.
i'm sure they would have been good literature to grow up on,
but really,
i have absolutely no obligation to read them,
seeing as my mother never did ;)
nonetheless, i can see why they are popular.
i mean, it is a very imaginative story,
and all things considered,
i'm sure were enjoyed by people much younger than myself.
so.
i do intend to finish the series,
but not anytime soon.
i have other books to read.

conversation, wit? i am a doubter.

that is me^ i'm a bat.

mostly,
at night,
i sit at my computer,
and stare aimlessly at the screen,
listening to music.
lately,
it's been
AIDA,
Kid Cudi,
Love Never Dies,
Il Divo,
Atreyu,
and lots
of
Josh Turner.
so, like, school is supposed to "start" next week.
for me, i think "start" actually means "pick up where you left off last year"
i am going to be working on the same thing as i was working on the second half of the school year:
american literature,
literature 4,
chemistry,
geometry.
PSAT prep.
life.
omygoshmylife.
naomi

like, hullo? what happened to summer 2010?

like, remember last summer.
i mean,
it all kind of started with partridge creek.
and the cotton eyed joe over the fountains.
remember that?
and then, the pop-avator,
which brought anne to tears?
or like, the hanging models at calvin klein?
and that was just o n e day.
then, graduation,
and the swing dance post-graduation,
when they still played good music at the cyrils dances.
and then all the grad parties.
but most famously,
anne's
and
dyl's.
at annes,
when we played telephonepictionary,
and there were like a million freeze-pops.
and we all had to "go to the fence!".
and at dyl's,
where gabrielle and i avoided creeper the crocodile at all costs,
and did a little photoshoot,
and blew those spinny-things a ton,
and we played soccer, and you all took pictures with m y camera.
and then dyl got soaked three different times.
and then, after,
we got speedy freezes.
remember those times?
remember singing summer nights?
i felt like summer would go on,
and on,
and on.
but it didn't.
and here we are,
at the end of one more summer,
one more summer, though not as notable as the one before,
still had some good memories,
but, it didn't quite live up to our expectations.

well, i'm not quite sure what the point of t h a t was.
but,
i think the moral of the story is:
we still have next summer?

naomi